#having some disposable income does not a rich person make

[theorderofthetriad]

seeing people on tumblr freak out over a video of people showing off their low-end-expensive items is a great reminder that y'all have no fucking idea how class works. literally you're operating on the same lack of logic as the assholes who complain about the "faking" homeless woman with a designer jacket.

[y2kas13]

Hiii can i request coach!sevika x beginner reader?? Like in the gym

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၄၃ Coach!Sevika x beginner!reader

၄၃ Summary: You decided to stick true to your New Year's resolution and go to the gym, but you're struck with embarrassment every time you enter, not just because you're a complete novice at exercise but also because a particularly beautiful woman who obviously knows what she's doing is there.

၄၃ CW: suggestive but no actual smut since it wasn't requested, sevika is naturally flirty and casually dominant and that rings true in this, no set body type just that reader hasn't exercised in a while, reader gets out of breath but no descriptions of asthma or anything seriously medically wrong.

၄၃ A/N: OMG GUYS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT ON MY LAST FIC!! I'm so glad you guys actually enjoyed it and yes I will make a part two that is more fleshed out just allow me some time to do so lol. I'm gonna try to get into the swing of writing again as I've wanted to for a while but was unmotivated but since you've expressed your interest I shall do my best lol. As always interaction is appreciated and feel free to request whatever for any character I write for (check my masterlist to see which characters those are as I have updated it and my request rules) ALR ENOUGH YAP ESSSGETIT

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Like almost everyone on the planet on January 1st, I vowed to go to the gym. I've never been too concerned with my figure, I know that my size doesn't determine my worth or beauty but it does hurt my ego that the little 12-year-olds I babysit can carry more bags of groceries into the house than I can.

To prepare I bought a gym membership. I wanted to do pilates but the only classes were for rich stay-at-home moms with disposable incomes which I couldn't afford so I stuck to a cheap little gym membership. For Christmas, many of my friends and family bought me gym equipment and clothing to help jumpstart and keep me encouraged to go, as I don't want to feel as though I've wasted their money.

I procrastinated for a few days going under the guise of wanting to "avoid the rush on newcomers" when in reality I saw a couple of TikToks poking fun at the newcomers that come in January and don't know what they are doing then flake by February and it made me feel bad.

I want this to be serious I need to get stronger and improve physically.

I was on a downward spiral of insecurity about my skill or lack thereof when I saw an ad on Instagram advertising affordable trainers for newbie gym-goers.

Trying to cash in on the rush I see. I decided to click the link and check it out. If it's a scam, I'll just click out anyway.

I was greeted with a nicely arranged and professional-looking website. In the corner, I saw a badge that proudly announces 5 years of business. Must not be a scam after all I thought. I continue to look through the website partly due to boredom but also in part due to curiosity.

I click on a button that says "Personalize your workout and get a coach!" I fill it out completely and honestly because I could get help from someone who knows way more about exercise than I do. I'd rather cough up a few extra dollars every month and reach my goals rather than accidentally injure myself and never go back.

After a few moments of waiting for results it tells me I'm a complete novice, no duh, I thought. I should start with a completely basic workout to get me started but not overdo it. it gives me a couple of options for trainers who specialize in training newbies.

"Ew, they are all creepy-looking old guys." There was a fleck of disappointment in my tone. I kept looking though just to see if there wasn't anyone... geriatric looking. Then I see her.

A beautiful brown-skinned woman, at least 6 feet tall who is absolutely ripped. A calm, yet slightly authoritative look took over her face. After a moment of just staring at her pictures, I read her description.

Hi, I'm Sevika. I’m 37 and have been exercising since I was a teenager so I know a thing or two about properly exercising and targeting the right muscle groups. Message me if you're interested in having me train you. Short and sweet, huh? I thought to myself after reading her quite short bio. I didn't even give it much of a second thought as I clicked her to be my coach and sent a deposit to lock it in. Then, promptly passed out as it was well past 2 am and I still had to work tomorrow.

After leaving work I came home and got ready to go to the gym. I had been briefly texting Sevika to set up meeting times for the weeks to come. To my disappointment, all her messages were short and to the point. we agreed every two days a week to keep it simple enough but to too hardcore to burn myself out, or my wallet.

I checked my new fitness watch to see what time it was and saw that I was cutting it close to when I had to meet her. From her messages, she seems very no-nonsense and wouldn't appreciate it if I was late for our first meeting. Not that I want to waste any time getting to see her.

After a short car ride, I go inside, get my new membership card to sign in, and then walk into the gym part. I look around a little anxious. all these people and these frankly daunting-looking equipment make me second guess myself, everyone looks like they know what they're doing what if they're secretly judging me for being new? Right as I'm gonna say fuck it and take the L of losing out on some money I hear a voice from my right call out my name.

I whip my head around to see who could be calling me I see her in all her glory.

Those pictures did not do her justice.

She's even more breathtaking in person. Before I can go on and keep staring at her she makes her way over to me with a natural swagger in her walk. I can't stop staring at her muscles that poke through her tight gray shirt. As she comes closer someone stops to dap her up. "Big Mama is back huh? haven't seen you in a bit." Big Mama is right. "Took a break to give you losers a chance to catch up to me, obviously it didn't help much." They both have a slight chuckle, Sevika pats them on their back and walks past them with a promise to hit them up later.

She finally walks up to me and gives me a quick look up and down and smirks slightly. “So you're the newbie I'll be training for the next couple of weeks huh?” I give a flushed smile and nod a tad too fast, “Yup, that's me, I'm excited to get back into the gym!” She gives me a bigger smirk at this. “I'm excited to have you here.” she leaves a lingering look at my lips that quickly goes down to my hips and back up to my eyes. She leads me towards the middle of the gym.

We discussed my reasons for exercising, and she mapped out a plan of action for my exercises. She also promised to send me a meal plan to follow to further my exercise journey.

“Alright let's start with some basic arm exercises since you're focused on strength in your upper body.” She led me to a bench and instructed me to bend over it with one arm supporting and one arm lifting the dumbbell.

As I moved she watched softly correcting my form but her hands lingered perhaps just a bit to long. I kept up doing several different low-impact strength training all of which Sevika kept a close eye and even closer hand on me to correct my form. 

As time seemingly stretched on for ages, I finally completed my exercise routine for the day. As I gulped down my water rather quickly, her voice broke me from my exhausted daze.

“Well, judging by your dehydration and sweat on your brow, you definitely got in a good workout.” Her chuckle at the end of her statement brought over a rush of embarrassment, and I quickly tried to wipe any sweat off myself and calm down my rapid breath. So much for not trying to embarrass myself in front of her.

“Oh my god, I must look insane right now, just give me a moment to compose myself!” I say hurriedly trying to fix my hair and save face in front of her. She reaches out and grabs my hand, “No need to be embarrassed I think you look real good all sweaty in front of me.” Her grip on my arm and her words makes me look up at her and see the sultry look in her eyes. 

“How about I take you into the locker room and help you… freshen up.”

[lesser-vissir]

This might at some point make it out of drafts, but having had someone ask me to explain why I think the black genocide framework isn't useless or accurate, I wanted to get some notes down about that.

Now obviously, whether systemic racism (and by extension all systemic oppression) constitutes genocide is a purely semantic issue. Under a more traditional definition of genocide, it obviously does not. Systemic oppression often lacks intent by virtue of being a self perpetuating system. Moreover, genocide has always been a matter of scale, and less than 1 in 100 dead is pretty solidly outside the traditional boundaries for genocide.

However, using the definition proposed by the black genocide framework makes them systemic oppression genocidal definitionally so long as it causes disproportionate harm to a specific group.

Of course, unsaid in all of this is that other systemic oppression must therefore also constitute genocide, which is part of why I think the expanded definition isn't particularly useful. Where is the line drawn? I think you could argue very heavily that gay people face a genocide under that definition. The AIDS crisis becomes a genocide and in many ways so do the other systemic issues surrounding homophobia. Trans people quite obviously face a genocide under this definition as well, especially trans women. The global south is under a near constant state of genocide by this definition.

But we can also move to lesser greviences. Are women being genocided? There is undeniable systemic misogyny, some of which is quite severe. Under this definition, it would be fairly trivial to argue as such. Same with diabetics and disabled people in general. Pretty much any group could conceivably call their oppression genocide using this definition.

This overly broad definition turns any instance of oppression beyond a personal level into genocide, and that's part of why I don't think it is a useful framework. It makes the term genocide meaningless.

However, it is important to meet the original proponent of the theory where they were at. Namely that they did not believe systemic racism was actually genocide either! The usage of the term was rhetorical sleight of hand in order to generate momentum towards ending systemic racism.

The goal was two-fold: first to galvanized members of the black community by stressing the extent of their oppression, and to force non-black and especially white people in the US to treat systemic racism with the seriousness that they would treat a genocide. (Which as we know means they wouldn't care but🤷)

Seeing as this only really works for a short period of time before either the public rejects the new definition and no longer considers it a genocide, or the term becomes watered down and genocide loses its status as the most evil thing that can be done, the strategy has long since lost any effectiveness.

Which leads me to the second big issue I have with the theory: it breeds a conspiratorial mindset in its followers.

I mean, we've all seen some of the posts coming out of the community that believes in that, especially the seme/uke duo. It just,,, does not accurately describe reality lol

If you took them at face value you would believe that the vast majority of the black us population was either dead or in prison, which just isn't true.

And, I'll open up a little here, I live in a majority black area of Chicago. While it's certainly not a rich area, the people living her are doing quite well for themselves. No one's going hungry, they've got some disposable income, things aren't great but they're not bad.

I'd wager that experience is closer to reality than some of the genuine delusions I have seen posted online wherein there is no hope for black usamericans to live a stable of happy life.

Finally, there is no political utility in describing systemic oppression as genocide. What original political utility it had has been spent, and it now is an active detriment in terms of mindset. Moreover, there is nothing gained in terms of theoretical understanding of the forces that shape systemic racism, nor does such a framework provide any solutions.

Plenty of scholars have addressed this topic, both from within the black community and without, and the best argument against this framework is that it simply does not offer as much as class-based analysis or other analysis of systemic oppression which offer actual paths towards fixing these issues

In fact, many have argued, such as Orlando Patterson, a reductive framework like this one actively hinders progress forwards as it removes black people's agency and frames them as perpetual victims, undermining the nuaced intersections of race, class, and culture that actually shape the dynamics at play.

We can see this quite clearly among a lot of the usual offenders, wherein it is clear they believe black people are ontological victims. It's part of why they lash out so hard whenever the relatively privileged positions of black usamericans is brought up.

Anyways, that's my thought on that. It's a pretty rough post, written while high in the middle of the night, so please interpret this generously and don't get hung up on specific wordings. It's not a treatise lol

[novankenn]

Hi!!

I hope you're doing great I just finished reading your story, "more-than-meets-the-eye", and I wanted to reach out because it really touched a chord in me. Your characters and world hold great potential for visual storytelling, and I would be more than happy to see your narrative transform into a visual comic.

Why I'm Reaching Out

I'm an enthusiastic artist adaptation-oriented from written works into visual comics, and your story stood out for me in terms of richness in character development and the clever way you weaves emotion into every scene. Your deep characters and vivid imagery of their world hold incredible potential for a visual storytelling adaptation. I feel that with the right visual treatment, your story can engage a wider audience and set an immersive experience for your readers.

A Little About Me

My artist name is "ZoyeZest," and I admire stories that speak at a visual level. I've worked with numerous authors on a commission basis to turn their stories into comics, capturing the feel of their stories while giving another dimension to the telling. My work is fueled by one simple passion: bringing stories to life in visual form. And I am dedicated to making sure your vision comes to life in a way that will strike a chord with your audience.

Let's Talk

I'd love to flesh out this idea with you some more and get some of your thoughts. Whether it's a full adaptation or just wanting to see some ideas, I'm here to collaborate and make sure that it is your vision at the very front. Since this would be on a commissioned basis, I can also give you more information on my pricing and what this process would look like.

Looking forward to hearing from you, and thank you in advance for considering this collaboration.

Best regards,

Baran

Good monring,

Firstly, thank you for reaching out to me with your proposal about a collaboration/commission opportunity.

Your enjoyment of, and interest in my fanfiction "More than meets the Eye" does make me feel validated, and I appreciate your comments.

However I have reservations with your proposal. Namely that I can not find through independent research no samples of your work or collaborations. Now this could just mean you have decided to keep everything offline to prevent sampling by AI... which is understandable. Any social media I have found of you links to very recent account creations. Which is a troubling premise, especially where you are indicating that you have been doing this type of work for some time. You have also reached out to me through a DM, and TBH that would have been a much better way to discuss this opportunity over sending me an ask.

But I digress. I response to your proposal. I can't accept, and this for this reason... Financial reasons... I just don't have the disposable income to take advantage of such an offer. I use AI images as basic hints at what I envision due to this fact. - approximately 4-5 years ago I suffered a mental breakdown and near psychotic break due to suffering through 20 years of no stop stress in both my professional and personal life. I am still recovering from this both physically, mentally and financially. (I currently live in my parent's basement.) - I am currently trying to build/grow a bookkeeping business, and any extra funds I get as payments for services rendered go back into the business. - I was diagnosed as "Bipolar II" and put on several medications to not only stabilize my mood, but also to help me sleep. Medication as everyone is mostly aware is expensive... which is a further drain on my limited income. So, my apologies but I can not at this time take advantage of your proposal/offer. I will keep you DM, and if my situation changes it is possible that I will reach out to you for a discussion on if this proposal is still valid. Thank you for your time, in reaching out to me. Jeremy (NovanKenn) Mosher

[decaffeinatedsuitcasehauler]

Okay this is something I *struggle* with. I live in NYC and in my last job worked largely with people living in the lowest-income neighborhoods of this city. Many of my clients didn't have stable housing and some of them were sleeping rough. At that job I made about $40k/yr.

I have since finished my master's and gotten a different job, where I am paid just over $70k/year. That's a big difference. It's enough that I don't need a roommate! It's enough that I can order takeout kind of whenever I want. I am not living paycheck to paycheck and I'm able to both save some AND have disposable income. I feel rich.

Comrades, I am NOT rich. According to HUD, I am "moderate income" - about 70% of the area mean income for a single person.

We live in a world which has seen nearly unimaginable wealth disparity develop. If you want to really talk about who is rich, you need to understand that barring situations of inheritance, no one making 5 figures is rich. Do you own multiple houses? Multiple cars? Do you own a watch which cost 5 figures? No? You're not, comparatively, rich. Does your net worth fluctuate significantly based on the stock market (if so you're probably wealthy), or does your net worth depend purely on your paycheck and spending (most of us).

This website is too mobile focused these days. Reblog and tell me what your desktop/laptop background is.

[bisluthq]

All this talk about Ryan and Blake is making me realize why they are such good friends with Taylor. Ryan in specific. Him and Taylor as a couple would be a real we love money duo.

Also I remember that when Blake posted a photo of her in chiefs gear or something, people thought it was a bit weird in the caption she was like it's my first fun outing in years or something like that. As if she hasn't had a night off since the kids

Ryan and Taylor would never work as a couple lol because they are both the Rich Man lol and they actually have very similar personalities. This just reminded me that a few Chiefs players mentioned that Taylor was giving advice and asking questions about like why they’re using specific plays/strategies lmao which I believe she did and does and will continue to do and it’s the same as Ryan butting in (but more random even because dafuq does Taylor Swift know about pro football 💀) so I can’t imagine them ever working like as a couple lol. He wants a wife and she tbh wants a wife too.

they do both love money tho that’s true and is why they can easily provide for their wives 😂💀

I think Blake making jokes about Chiefs gear is overthinking her trad wife role lol like she does go out and she does party (with her friends and with Ryan) and she works tbh so no she doesn’t wait to have one fun night in years. There are some trad wifey vibes going on as we’ve said but not to the extent that she doesn’t get time off.

Also fwiw unlike Ballerina Farm lady I think she has a lot of help (as she should because they can afford it). They’ve said before they don’t use nannies much but she’s been papped with what certainly look like nannies and they very actively have never said they don’t have nannies at all - they dance around it and say jokes about how their parents help and Taylor is “an expensive babysitter” etc but the dancing around to me is them trying to be relatable lol (which is also SO weird to me when celebs do because most upper middle class people have help at least when the kids are little especially if there are several kids and ESPECIALLY when both parents work? Like why be weird about it lmao? You don’t have to be Ryan Reynolds levels of rich to pay someone to come fetch your kids from preschool and entertain them for an afternoon while you’re at work lol like it’s really not THAT hectic of a luxury? The alternative is full day daycare? And middle class people - not upper - use babysitters sometimes? Like the only people who don’t use any paid help for looking after kids are legit unable to afford it even as a luxury - which is not something to be ashamed of but isn’t the situation here or even for people with comfortable middle class jobs? Or people who are very culty like the Ballerina Farm people lol. But other than that idk most people with some disposable income get some help in lol so idk why celebs get so weird about it).

The one celeb who was super normal about it and I really liked the vibe of was Keira Knightley who advocates a fair amount for parental leave and also like for accessible childcare in the UK and she has said several times she does so from a position of immense privilege. She’s said like she can afford a lot of help, which has allowed her to be a good mum and also keep working (and she enjoys her career), but she thinks it’s fucked that childcare is so expensive and that many women are forced to compromise their careers, which they might also be passionate about or enjoy, simply because they can’t afford enough childcare. That’s a cool position to take. Blake and Ryan kind of acting like they don’t have help/much help is 🙄 and even more 🙄🙄 was Gigi who said she’d NEVER use a nanny in kind of a judgy way and then decided to go back to work so obviously got nannies lmao.

[steveezekiel]

YOU SHOULD TITHE, YES, BUT DO NOT NEGLECT THE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS

“What sorrow awaits you teachers of religious law and you Pharisees. Hypocrites! For you are careful to tithe even the tiniest income from your herb gardens, but you ignore the more important aspects of the law—Justice, mercy, and faith. YOU SHOULD TITHE, YES, BUT DO NOT NEGLECT THE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS.”

Mathew 23:23 (NLT)

• Tithing is a part of the New Testament principles (Matthew 23:23; Hebrews 7:1-10).

THE Pharisees were careful to tithe all their incomes but neglected other important aspects of the law (Matthew 23:23).

- In the things of Kingdom, you use Scriptures to interpret whatever aspect of the Scripture that may be cumbersome or complicated to you.

- You cannot take a passage of the Bible out of context to support your rebellion and disobedience to the WORD. WHATEVER you want to establish that does agree with the whole counsel of God, CANNOT be supported by twisted passages of the Bible.

- When financial principles are being talked about, Some believers would want to rise and challenge the Bible.

THEY would want to probe and twist the Bible, avoiding the part they do not agree with: "speaking about these things as he [Paul] does in all of his letters. In which there are some things that are difficult to understand, WHICH THE UNTAUGHT AND UNSTABLE [who have fallen into error] TWIST AND MISINTERPRET, JUST AS THEY DO THE REST OF THE SCRIPTURES, TO THEIR OWN DESTRUCTION" (2 Peter 3:16 AMP).

- If you still argue on Tithings, you find it difficult to tithe either big or small incomes of yours, you are yet to be broken—you are still carnal (1 Corinthians 3:1).

- You are still worshipping MAMMON; And no servant can serve two masters.

IT is either God or Mammon [money]: "NO ONE CAN SERVE TWO MASTERS; for either he will hate the one and love the other, or else he will be loyal to the one and despise the other. YOU CANNOT SERVE GOD AND MAMMON [riches]" (Matthew 6:24).

WHOM are you serving?

• Jesus’ view

- Jesus was correcting the religious teachers and Pharisees because they were hypocritical in their approach to the LAW.

- They prefer to do and place emphasis on the part of the LAW, the Word of God, that would be of benefits to them most.

JESUS was not condemning Tithing but affirming it!

- The Pharisees and the religious teachers were hypocrites because they left undone other important aspects of the LAW—justice, mercy and faith.

-> “You should tithe, yes.”

• When some BELIEVERS make a big money, they begin to think about Tithing—how, if possible they would avoid the tithing of the money.

- They would be contemplating whether to pay the tithe or not. SOME will even start asking how the leadership of Church has been managing the Church's money, the offerings and the tithes that People have been bringing to the Church.

- These same People whom the Pastor has put his or her time at their disposal, to pray with; for them to experience financial breakthrough in whatever they do—their vocational Work.

- Such people would begin to query the integrity of the Pastor, And would want to make findings about the Church's incomes and how they are being spent.

- Some may EVEN say their Pastor Has offended them, thus, they would not pay their Tithes in order to show their grievances or to discipline their Pastor.

THOSE who do that, ARE undoing themselves, bringing a curse on their finances.

- No one can hold God and HIS Ministers to Ransom. God will make a way for His servants, to be taken care of.

- It is being carnal and unbroken that makes a believer start questioning the leadership of the Church about how the Church money is spent, which he or she has not been doing beforehand; all because the person does not want to tithe the big income they have just gotten.

- The truth is: Tithing is one of the major LAW in the Old Testament AND also important in the New Testament (Hebrews 7:1-10).

- Tithing is a prove of your loyalty and submission to God.

YOUR money is your Life, and it is through it, that is, YOUR attitude towards it; God gets to know whom YOU love most—God or MAMMON (Luke 16:13).

• Rewards of tithing

- God would NOT ask you to do a thing that would not be of benefit to you—bless you.

- The instructions And commands given by God, are for the Good of His CHILDREN, And such instructions are NOT meant to afflict or oppress THEM.

(a) Tithings will open YOUR HEAVEN, the windows of heaven are opened to the tithers (Malachi 3:10).

WHEN you TITHE your incomes, you are challenging God to prove Himself in your Life: "... AND TRY ME [God] NOW IN THIS," says the LORD of hosts, IF I WILL NOT OPEN THE WINDOWS OF HEAVEN..." (Malachi 3:10).

(b) Tithe will make you a delightful land: A land that people delighted in, the people would want to favour you and be identify with you: “PEOPLE FROM OTHER NATIONS WILL BE GOOD TO YOU. You will have a wonderful country.” THIS IS WHAT THE LORD ALL-POWERFUL SAID" (Malachi 3:12 Easy to Read Version).

IT will open your life up FOR Blessings, help and favours, and mercy, where you least expect.

(c) It brings protections and prevents devourers in your life (Malachi 3:11).

THE believers who are tight-fisted used to have their lives fraught WITH calamities; difficulties And problems: "THERE IS ONE WHO SCATTERS, YET INCREASES MORE; and there is one WHO WITHHOLDS MORE THAN IS RIGHT, BUT IT LEADS TO POVERTY" (Proverbs 11:24 NKJV).

SOME believers hands are gluey—sticky like glue!

- A believer who does not give TITHE, the one with glutinous hands, cannot but experience the work of devourers the enemy, that is, the devil and his cohorts; in his or her life.

- Such believers spent money on sicknesses, they lost valuable THINGS often, and are victims of different attacks mostly.

THEIR belongings are theft. And they spent money on other petty things that should not have been devouring their finances: "In this way your whole nation has stolen things from Me, SO BAD THINGS ARE HAPPENING TO YOU" (Malachi 3:9 (Easy to Read Version)

• Obedience to the Word of God brings A Blessing on you, YOUR WORK and YOUR homes; whilst disobedience brings A curse: “You are cursed with a curse, for you have robbed Me, even this whole nation" (Malachi 3:9 NKJV).

- A lot of Christians are robbers, they have robbed God, and that makes THEM victims of evil.

- When you Tithe, you are not helping your Pastor or the Church, you are only provoking God’s Blessings on you life.

• If you do claim to BE born-again And still argue over Tithings, and offerings; that reveals or shows your spiritual shallowness or superficiality.

(a) It does mean you have no depth whatsoever.

(b) It also means you are not broken YET, you have not given God His rightful place in your Life.

HE has no control over certain aspects of your life, which your money is included.

- If God does not have any say-so on your finances, it means He is yet to have the whole of your person.

- If Jesus is your Lord, that is, the OWNER of your Life, He should be Lord of all YOU HAVE.

HE should not be the Lord of a A little fragmented part of your Life!

- If you want God to reign and rule in your Life, you should submit everything to Him.

YOU should be a Steward, and then allow Him to be the OWNER of all you have.

• You will not fail in Jesus' name.

Peace!

[bisquid]

I honestly don't know what do with

Me: *explains a thing*

You: *asserts something factually incorrect; acts like this means you've made some kind of point*

But no, you sad excuse for a human, I did not agree than burning man is for rich people, I made the mistake of using something called sarcasm, something most people are able to identify based on context clues, but I suppose that's a bit much to ask for someone incapable of basic reading comprehension, but hey

My sarcastic question about where the supplies would come from if useless lazy edeglords like you could show up with nothing and expect to get coddled is actually, say it with me, different to reality. Got it? It's not real. You acting like me poking holes in your bizarre hypothetical example is the same as me making a comment about actual burning man is not so much proof of your superior arguing technique as it is evidence of your total dipshittery.

Anyway.

Me: having disposable income doesn't make you rich, and nor does being able to bring your own supplies to a camping event

You: but it does, because I'm going to keep insisting that having disposable income does make you rich, and furthermore anyone not living in abject desperate squalor is clearly rich, and I'm going to take something you said about my own hypothetical scenario out of context and act like it was you conceding a point

I mean, wow

You might notice the words very, and abundance in this definition, and recognise that nowhere does it act like 'existing in a community' is the same thing as 'wealthy', but I suppose that's too much to ask

Why are you so determined to hate burning man that you're willing to make up word definitions so you can have a 'valid' reason to hate it, rather than just doing what any sane person would which is to simply say that regardless of the financial status of the attendees you don't like it? Seriously, you don't need to make unsupportable and blatantly untrue statements to express your opinion when you can just say 'i hate burning man'

I don't know what to do with someone so blatantly obnoxiously purposefully obtuse so I'm just gonna point out that the actually rich must love you for being so willing to do their dirty work for them. They adore when the people they're exploiting and oppressing are too busy infighting to do anything likely to result in material change. Maybe if you keep it up musk will let you kiss his feet

Seeing the notes on posts about the Burning Man Debacle™ and for fucks sake I am taking the phrase 'eat the rich' away from y'all until you can CORRECTLY IDENTIFY the rich

Rich is 'arrived by way of their private jet', is 'dropped $500k on a submarine ticket', is '$500 is a rounding error'.

'$500 dollars for a nine day event they must all be rich white people' no you reactionary rotten potato that is actually an entirely reasonable price for an entirely normal person to pay for an annual event! $500 over the course of a year is approximately equivalent to one big takeout a month! Being able to afford that doesn't make you rich it makes you probably not poor! The 'rich or poor' narrative is a false dichotomy that completely excludes the fact that 'richness' or 'poorness' is a SCALE! It's not fucking categorical! You don't one day magically flip a switch and go from 'poor' to 'rich' or vice versa you see incremental changes over time! Wealth distribution is a (these days, admittedly, rather wonky) motherfucking BELL CURVE! . The fact that capitalism is driving more and more people to either extreme of said curve is just evidence of a broken system, but it doesn't change the fact that most people should have a decent amount of disposable income!

The fact that many people don't have said disposable income doesn't magically make the ones that do 'rich' it makes everyone else poor. And the people at fault for the massive and growing percentage of people living below the poverty line are not the ones managing to stay above it, it's the fault of the actually rich, the ones stealing our time and our health and our wages and our future in pursuit of a number on a screen. And the rich are the only people you're helping by hating the people struggling slightly less than you.

When it comes time to 'eat the rich' you're going to be murdering dentists and librarians and scientists while the actually rich point and laugh from a safe distance as you solve their problems for them.

[libramonthlyhoroscope1]

Paying a fair share of taxes means

Tax fairness is a concept which stipulates that a government's tax system should be equitable to all citizens. Opinions differ, however, in just how to reach tax fairness.

The solutions are varied, but most fall under three broad systems of taxation. They include regressive taxation, progressive taxation, and blended taxation.

Paying a fair share of taxes means

KEY TAKEAWAYS

Advocates of a regressive tax say it is fair because everyone pays the same tax for the same goods and services.

Advocates of a progressive tax say the richest can afford to pay more into a system that has benefitted them more.

Taxation in the U.S. takes a blended approach. The income tax is progressive while the FICA tax is regressive.

Generally, advocates of tax fairness believe that taxes should be based on a person's or company’s ability to pay but balanced by the needs of society as a whole for government services.

Understanding Tax Fairness

Any notion of tax fairness attempts to strike a balance between what is fair to the individual and what is fair to society as a whole.

The Individual's Right

A tax regime that emphasizes fairness to the individual will allow its citizens to keep most of the money they make or the wealth they own because it is, after all, their property. However, such a tax regime tends to have many exemptions for special cases, created in response to interest groups that make a case for special tax treatment.

Theoretically, the most deserving individuals will pay the least tax, but there may not be a consensus on who are the most deserving. Some would cite the poorest and most disadvantaged. Others may point to the richest who are most able to benefit others by spending money and creating jobs.

The Common Good

A tax regime that focuses on the good of the society as a whole might conclude that a primary function of the tax code should be the redistribution of wealth. For example, generational wealth may be taxed by a high inheritance tax, or high earners may be taxed more to bring their pay in line with other workers.

Most advocates of tax fairness tend to advocate for closing loopholes in the tax code that allow certain individuals and corporations to avoid paying taxes altogether, although every one of those loopholes is strongly defended by individuals or groups who believe they deserve special treatment.

Three Tax Concepts

Groups that focus on tax fairness generally choose one of three possible tax systems. These systems are regressive taxation, proportional taxation, and progressive taxation.

Regressive Taxation

Regressive taxation taxes everyone the same amount, regardless of their ability to pay. As a result, the poor pay a much higher rate than the rich as a percentage of their disposable income.

A state sales tax is an example of this type of taxation. The poorest consumer pays the same amount of tax for a gallon of milk as the richest person.

A flat tax is often characterized as a regressive tax. For example, imagine a tax system that imposes a flat 15% income tax and no other taxes. A family with an income of $180,000 will pay $27,000. A family with a $30,000 income will pay only $4,500. However, when considered as an issue of tax fairness, the lower-income family may be getting the lesser deal. The family's real standard of living has been compromised while the richer family is untouched.

Progressive Taxation

Progressive taxes charge a higher tax rate on higher amounts of income. The U.S. income tax is a progressive tax, with rates ranging from 0% to 37%.

Contrary to popular opinion, this does not mean that a rich person pays 37% of his or her income in taxes in the U.S. That highest percentage is levied only on the amount of the person's income that exceeds a particular level. That is how a progressive tax works.

As of the 2021 tax year, all individual taxpayers pay zero on the first $9,950 in income. The individual must pay 12% on income from $9,951 to $40,525, and so on through the tax brackets.

The intention of a progressive tax rate is to charge an effective tax rate that is lowest on the lowest earners, and higher on the higher earners.

Progressive taxes may also have exemptions, deductions, and credits that reduce the effective tax rate on certain groups of taxpayers, such as parents with dependent children, or rewards certain behaviors, such as saving for retirement or donating to charity.

Blended Taxation

In practice, most tax authorities blend regressive taxes and progressive taxes.

Many states have a state-wide sales tax but also have a progressive income tax.

The federal government has a progressive income tax, with the exception of the FICA payroll tax, which is a flat tax.

And, both state and federal tax authorities shield their lowest-income residents from income taxes.

[craftandkar]

Exploring Pillow Covers - An Inexpensive Way to Spice Up a Room

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When individuals decide to change the look and feel of their residences, they generally consider what they want and then decide on the amount of money they have to spend. In a sluggish economy, disposable income is limited. Buy Woven Pillow Cover that offer a lovely alternative to spending too much money on enhancing your home's interior. They will fit in any house, apartment, or college dorm room, and are an efficient, cost-effective method to change the tone of any room. Pillow covers are made to fit the pillows one already owns. All the buyer needs to furnish are the pillow's dimensions. Then they choose their preferred color or pattern and the manufacturer does everything else. They are available in square, rectangular, T-cushion, diamond, and trapezoid contours, and come with a concealed zipper for easy removal.

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Yandere! Idia Shroud x Camgirl! Reader SMUT

A/N: Hello! This is my first fic I've posted on tumblr, and I'm not used to using it at all. I hope this turned out okay and you enjoy! This is a College AU, implied magicless world, and reader is a camgirl.

This fic is purely 18+, minors do not interact.

Word Count: ~4.4k

Warnings: dubcon, brief mention of blood, non consensual drug use (aphrodisiacs)

Friday night, 11:24pm, 6 minutes before your scheduled time to start “work”. You had just finished putting on your makeup and outfit, now trying to hype yourself up in the mirror.

'I can do this. This is gonna be a great show!' You told yourself, while staring at your reflection wearing the revealing outfit. Tonight’s choice was a catgirl maid costume; the maid dress just barely covering your body and showing a large amount of chest. A choker with a bell on it, cat ears, and thigh high socks.

Giving yourself a nod of encouragement, you sat down in the chair in front of your desk, where your laptop and webcam were situated, along with your ring lights, one at each side of the desk so you were well lit for the camera. Making sure you were logged into the site, your camera angle looked good, and your laptop was charging, you waited.

You loved your side gig as a camgirl. You were able to appeal to multiple people’s sexual desires while also being able to bring yourself to pleasure, sometimes more than once per stream, if there were enough donations of course. You were also able to make a decent amount of money while doing this side job, paying for college while having fun was a pretty big plus. And, if you were gonna be honest, the validation of being attractive to so many people really made you feel a lot better about yourself.

You quickly noticed your clock switch to 11:30pm. Time to start. You clicked on the set of buttons you pretty much knew by heart to get the show started. Once it did, you started up some music to fill the silence. Just some cute electronic music to dance in your chair to while you wait for the viewers to come in. You didn’t really have as many as the big camgirls but you had a few loyal people come and watch your streams, which set your heart at ease.

5 viewers

cay-kun @ 11:31pm: wooow y/n-chan, you look so cute! excited for tonight’s show~

User18535 @ 11:32pm: fuck you’re so goddamn cute, i love your tits. can’t wait to see what that pussy looks like

10 viewers

You playfully giggled while reading the last message, winking and sticking your tongue out while flashing the camera your panties from under your skirt. While waiting for more people to join, you also made a point to talk to your viewers, asking about their day and what they’ve been up to recently, which they loved you for.

25 viewers

User58273 @ 11:34pm: You look so kawaii, I wish I could have you service me.

40 viewers

Glancing at the viewer count, you decide to officially start.

“Hi hiii~ I’m so happy to see you all here tonight! Let’s have some fun, hmm?” you started playfully. “Do you guys like my outfit?” Messages of “yes” and “yeah baby”s began flooding the chat and you grinned. “Well, I have something that will be a real treat for you all~”

You reached over to grab something that couldn’t be seen by the camera or the viewers.

~~~~~

Idia was browsing through the site full of nude streamers, trying to find a person to watch so he could relieve his tension from this week. It was midterms season and his Computer Science teachers were giving him hell by making him do in person presentations, exams, and assignments that kept piling up. It took a lot of time away from gaming and side projects of coding his own programs. He also unfortunately didn’t have his little brother Ortho with him in college, as the university didn’t allow them both to attend “as one student”. Ortho definitely eased some stress as someone he could trust and talk to, but Idia’s parents decided to keep Ortho at home to “prevent Idia from being distracted”, much to his dismay.

Idia was at least blessed to not have a roommate, so he could at least have his own privacy for nights like this. Idia’s eyes landed on a thumbnail of a girl that was dressed in cat ears and a lewd maid outfit and was intrigued. He clicked on the video icon and was met with your figure bent so that your ass was up and legs were spread on the chair you were previously sitting on. The girl on the stream had her panties down to her knees and was currently lubing up a cat tail butt plug.

“Ah, I’ve never used this before so, bear with me, please!” She pleaded, eyes looking directly at the camera. Idia was intrigued now this was her first time using it. He felt like this was perfect timing, almost like she was doing it just for him. Until he saw the comments flooding in from different people who were probably thinking the same way.

“Put it in already”

“Go slow okay~”

“don’t force yourself if you don’t want to! >//<”

“Tch,” Idia scoffed to himself. “Seems like she has simps already. No use in being interested in someo-“

“H- here it goes!” You moaned, starting to slowly shove the length and girth of the butt plug into your tight hole. “Aaanh~ it’s stretching me out...” Your eyes pricked with tears while your face contorted into pure pleasure with a hint of pain, all while staring at the camera. Every so often he could hear the little jingle from the bell on your choker.

Idia felt his pants getting tighter and his palms were starting to sweat. The face you made at him was just too unreal and he needed more. He palmed at his growing erection while you shivered at the feeling of being filled by the toy. Pulling his sweatpants down to his ankles, he started stroking his cock lightly.

cay-kun @ 11:38pm: oh y/n-chan the way that stretches out your hole is so sexy~ definitely taking a screenshot for later!

User39748 @ 11:38pm: SHIT i wish i was there fucking you with that in your ass

Blushing, you turned around so that one of your legs were in the chair while your other was up, effectively showing the camera a view of your pussy and butt plug. “What do you want me to do? I’ll just play with myself until someone makes a donation and tells me what I should do! Highest bidder within the next minute~.” With that, you looked into the camera again while soaking your middle and ring fingers with saliva and bringing them to your clit, rubbing small circles into it.

Idia realized that, even now, he wanted to have some kind of control over you. He had a lot of disposable income, being from a pretty rich family. The blue haired boy grabbed his credit card and began to type.

Ignia has donated $100!

Your eyes widened and you gasped slightly. Idia bit his bottom lip at the sight. “Ah, Ignia! Thank you for the donation, you’re new here! Welcome, what would you like to see me do~?” You smiled while looking at the camera. Idia felt like you were staring into his soul and he was sweating profusely. He thought for a minute, gulped, and decided to send a message.

Ignia @ 11:43pm: I want you to keep watching my messages and do what I say, kitten. First I want you to grab a vibrating dildo if you have one and put it at the lowest setting, then fuck yourself slowly with it.

Idia would never have the balls to be this bold with anybody. But this is the internet, so fuck it, he’ll be truthful and just say what he wanted.

You nodded and proceeded to grab one from the table of toys you had next to your desk, lubed it slightly, and did what he told you to. You moaned at the intrusion and the feeling of being filled. “Mmh, it feels so good..!” You cried out.

Ignia has donated $50!

Ignia @ 11:45pm: And by the way, call me Master. You don’t get to cum until I say so.

You shivered at this stranger’s boldness and quietly spoke, “Yes, master...” you looked away shyly from the camera and closed your eyes for a minute, thrusting the vibrating device in and out of your wetness. A couple of moans slipped through your mouth as you felt your juices spreading onto your legs.

Ignia @ 11:47pm: Faster. Fuck yourself faster for me, kitten, and put it on the medium setting for me.

You did as you were told, fingers trembling to follow what the stranger had told you. Your (h/c) hair was starting to feel moist from your layer of sweat and your body was heating up, causing your breasts to stick to the costume.

Ignia @ 11:49pm: Take your tits out and play with your nipples

You panted heavily and lowered your chest area’s covering, revealing the sheen of sweat around your tits. Flicking your left nipple while working the dildo with your right, your hands were occupied with pleasing yourself as this stranger commanded, moaning out. “Aah, m-master, f-feels so go-ood~!”

Idia was smirking, stroking hard at his cock at the sight and idea of you actually doing what he said almost made him cum then and there, but he stopped himself. He couldn’t help the rapid beating of his heart when you said the last sentence. Idia felt special. The power he had over you was addicting and he wanted to see you push yourself over the edge under his command.

65 viewers

User58273: Fuck this is so hot, I wish I could be your master too

Seeing this comment somehow made Idia seethe. He didn’t want to share you, even though this was his first stream with you. You made him feel special. He started typing out his draft of what to reply to the thirsty viewers.

Draft: Ignia: You stupid bastards, no, I’m not going to share her.

Before Idia could send the message you spoke up in a moaning voice. “*pant* N-no, my master tonight is I-Ignia, haanh~”. You were still playing with your nipples while fucking yourself well with the dildo, a light blush decorated your face and beads of sweat starting to form on the sides of your face and your body.

Idia’s jaw dropped. ‘Does she actually really want me?’ He was getting hot, too hot for his own comfort. Usually he wouldn’t last this long during his sessions but he really wanted to see you fall apart under his command. He paid for it, after all.

“Master~ I’m getting close, I- I wanna cum soon!” You whined, pleading (e/c) orbs staring into the camera with your mouth open from panting heavily.

“Cum already, don’t hold yourself back”

“Just keep going babygirl”

“Let yourself cum”

Once again, Idia scoffed in annoyance, but he noticed you never acknowledged any of the other commenters, waiting patiently for the words to come from him.

Ignia @ 11:55pm: put the toy at the highest setting, fuck yourself til you cum, then keep pumping it while you ride out your climax.

Upon seeing those words, your fingers work to put your toy at the highest setting inside your dripping cunt. You closed your eyes while you try to imagine the user who was giving out the commands, imagining them slapping your ass and fucking you until you could see stars. The feeling of both of your holes being filled was overwhelming now, and the hot feeling built up in your core faster than you realized. Idia could see it too, the heaving of your chest was picking up rapidly.

“M-,, ma- master.! I’m cumming!!!” You shrieked. Closing your eyes with your tongue unintentionally lolling out, you released a silent scream as soon as your orgasm hit. It felt like a knot inside of your body had come undone suddenly. Your orgasm had your pussy clenching around the toy that was still vibrating intensely inside of you, stimulating you longer and making you release high pitched screams.

Hearing your words before cumming had Idia teetering on the edge, but watching your facial expressions and your moans made him finish suddenly with a grunt, his pale cock spurting thick white cum all over his hand. Still, Idia kept stroking his length while you were riding out your high, overstimulating himself to match your actions on the stream.

You pulled out the toy weakly and turned it off, putting it down on a towel next to your desk.

Ignia has donated $5!

Ignia @ 11:59pm: Spread your pussy lips babygirl, I wanna see your tight hole.

User39748 @ 11:59pm: I agree with Ignia

cay-kun @ 12:00am: ah~ I also agree. Let’s see you spread it, hmm~? Oh, can you also do a lil ‘nya!’?

You checked the chat and blushed heavily, post-orgasm shyness now taking over your mind. You hesitantly shifted in the chair while spreading yourself open with your pointer and middle finger, showing off your glistening folds with your lightly abused hole. “Nya...” you held up your other hand to do the signature “catgirl” pose, playfully sticking your tongue out too.

Idia was cleaning himself off but he could feel himself twitch again, staring at your meek form. You were so gorgeous and he really wanted to see more of you, making sure to press the “Follow” button, so he wouldn’t miss another stream.

After a few seconds, you decide to end your show, feeling extremely tired and needing a shower from sweating so much. “Thank you so so much for joining me tonight! I hope you guys have a wonderful rest of your evening~ take care and I hope to see you all soon!”

Small tips ranging between $1-$10 started to flow in along with messages of “take care~” “see you soon!” “great show baby ;)”.

You clicked off and you sighed deeply. Looking at your earnings tonight, you made around $200. This was probably the most you’ve made in one single stream, and $155 of that was from Ignia, a new follower and the one who pretty much commanded your entire show tonight. It really turned you on to have someone do that for you and it was the first time a viewer made you do something that felt so lewd that made you cum so quickly.

You stood up from the chair, cleaned up your desk and toys, and headed for the bathroom. Taking off your makeup in the sink, you jumped into the shower to clean yourself up.

~~~~~

Idia tentatively bit his shirt sleeve, his blue locks framing his face. Something inside of him told him that he needed to talk to you more. He had already typed out a message to send along with his friend request. He was scared - scared of being rejected by someone as pretty as you, especially now that he had already felt so attached to you, or rather, what he’s seen from the stream tonight.

Yellow eyes closed tightly as he clicked to send the friend request to you.

~~~~~

Jumping out of the shower, you throw on a head and body towel and started to brush your teeth. Walking around the room you realized your laptop was still on, and there was a notification box front and center. Curious, you clicked on it.

“One new friend request and message”.

“Friend Request: Ignia

Message: Hey, this is the user from your stream earlier. I just wanted to say I really enjoyed your stream tonight. You seem nice too, so I’d like to get to know you more. If you’re interested just feel free to add me back, no pressure ofc.

Thx

Ignia”

You blinked a few times, pondering what you should do. You had gotten messages from guys before but they only said cheap compliments and asking for private shows. You were single so there wasn’t anybody holding you down and this guy didn’t seem to radiate any bad vibes. His dominant nature over chat really turned you on and you were curious about him, so you decided to accept his friend request and send a reply.

“From: y/n-kitty-cat

Hi there :) I decided to accept your message, cause why not? You shouldn’t be that creepy, right? ;P anyway, I’m glad you enjoyed my stream tonight <3 I hope you can come to future ones too!! I’d like to see you around more ;)

❤️

y/n”

You sent the message and went to the bathroom to finish brushing your teeth and your other nightly routines.

Idia couldn’t believe his eyes - you had actually messaged him back and you were really flirtatious!! That meant he was different in your eyes, right? It has to be true! He was determined to meet up with you, eventually. His dick throbbed at the idea of having you to himself, pleasing him with your mouth, doing all those lewd faces you made on the stream... his mind wandered while he pushed his pants down once again and thought of his muse who was now his “friend”.

~~~~~

After a few days of messaging back and forth, you and Ignia had ended up exchanging numbers and using text to communicate almost daily. You found out things like what your majors in college were, finding out his real name was Idia, which was a pretty unique name, and realizing you were both from the same city. Well, it’s not like Idia hadn’t already done his research - the night he became your friend he had stalked all of your social medias under a throwaway account and scrolled through every photo and bit of information he could find about you. He was becoming so hyper fixated on you he needed to know more, who could blame him? Idia just hoped he would be seeing more of you in your streams so he could watch you get off again, maybe with his assistance.

Unfortunately for you though, you realized you couldn’t stream as much because midterms were also kicking your ass. You apologized to your viewers with a blog post who luckily understood and wished you luck, saying they looked forward to your next show.

Idia couldn’t see your pretty face from the stream, which made him yearn. He told Ortho about his crush on you and when the small boy told Idia to “just tell you the truth and meet up with you!” he wanted to shut down completely. But, he wasn’t completely opposed to the idea of you being in his room, exactly where he wanted you. Sighing, he picked up his phone to send you a text.

Idia: “hey”

Y/n: “hey there! 😉”

Idia: “soo i was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime”

Y/n: “omg 😱 like irl? I’ve never even heard your voice before lol”

Idia: “ik, i’m a bit shy in person.”

Y/n: “i see, so is the life of a gamer and a shut in?😏😂”

Idia: “hah, yeah i guess lol”

Y/n: “soo, what did you wanna do?”

Idia: “idk, anything you want. Except go outside. And be in public.”

Y/n: “pfft, that takes away like any idea at this point HAHA”

Idia: “ya lol i prefer gaming in my room tbh”

Y/n: “oh, then maybe we can just hang out and play games or something like that?”

Idia: “Yeah, why don’t you come over to my dorm, we could game and eat snacks”

Y/n: “Sounds great! This Friday then, 6pm?”

Idia: “Sure i’ll text you the details later”

Y/n: “Awesome :) see you in a couple days then ;)”

Idia: “cool”

Idia threw himself on his bed and screamed silently into the pillow. Idia wanted more than to just be your friend but unfortunately was also extremely shy, especially when talking to new people in person. But as he was sexually attracted to you, he knew he would have a hard time hiding it from you. He had hoped to initiate some kind of sexual interaction when you met up, wanting to indulge in your sinful reactions himself. He didn’t even want to think about anybody else seeing you like that. Idia was growing possessive and realized that if he were to get you where he wanted you, he needed to do a little bit of digging. Which meant searching the web for something that would help make you more agreeable to something sexual. He knew he himself couldn’t make you agree to it, he was too nervous to initiate that! He knew what he needed - an aphrodisiac.

Composing himself, he got onto his computer and compared his options as well as looking for advice on how to please a woman. His eyes widened and lips trembled as he realized he was definitely way too shy to initiate as much as other men do, but he was determined to try anything if it meant your attention.

~~~~~

Today was finally Friday, and the current time was 5:30pm. You styled your (h/c) locks and put on a light amount of makeup, not as much as you would when you streamed but enough to make yourself feel pretty. You also decided that you still wanted to be cute, even if you and Idia were just friends at this point, and wore a tight crop top, a high waisted black skirt, and some thigh high socks since it was a bit breezy outside. You topped it all off with a (f/c) cardigan so you could at least feel comfortable in the sleeves. Packing your bag, you took one last look at yourself in the mirror, did a little peace sign and smiled, feeling cute as hell. You grabbed your keys and walked out of your dorm, heading towards Idia’s campus.

You parked at the place he told you to and gotten out of your car, looking around for him. Shit, you just realized you didn’t even ask him what he was gonna wear or what he really looked like, which was pretty dumb in hindsight. You did catch a glimpse of a tall lanky guy with fluffy blue hair and a striped t-shirt, who was fumbling around on his phone and didn’t realize you was standing right by him.

“Excuse me,” you interrupted his peace softly, causing him to jump up and squeal in fear. “Oh!! I’n so sorry, I’m just looking for someone and I didn’t know if I was in the right place?”

Idia froze. It really was you, in the flesh, looking at him and taking his appearance in. You were gorgeous, even more so than he would have ever thought, and your voice brought tingles to his spine that made him shudder. Idia realized he was being quiet for a longer than acceptable time and he looked away. “H-hi,, y/n...” he mumbled barely even audible.

“Oh!! Idia? Is that you? Hi!!!” You exclaimed, seemingly really excited. Your mouth was curved into a wide smile too.

“Huh, you sound really enthusiastic...” Idia whispered, thinking he really said it in his own mind instead of out loud.

“Of course I am! I’m finally done with midterms and now I can relax and have fun with my new friend!” You said, bumping your shoulder with him, causing him to hold his breath.

Idia gulped when he realized what you said. Friend. Right, that’s all he was to you. At least for now. But hopefully that would change soon, right?

“Y-yeah. Let’s go inside.” Idia muttered, turning his back and walking.

Based on his demeanor, you almost forgot that Idia was the one who was so dominant during your stream the other week, since his attitude was so shy in real life. But, you pushed that thought to the back of your head, today was gonna be a fun day with a new friend, and that was strictly it. You didn’t really want to make your side job as a sex worker into a big thing that would make real life friendships difficult.

~~~~~

After he led you through the halls of the dorm, he brought you to a door and opened it up. Inside it was a bit messy, but an organized mess, one where the owner definitely knew where everything was. He had a pc setup with multiple monitors, RGB lighting which was mostly set to shades of blue, and a really nice gaming chair to go along with it. He also had a shelf with different manga series along it and other consoles for gaming, a bed, a door that led to a bathroom, and a mini fridge. Pretty nice for someone who lived without a roommate, you thought.

You walked over to his bed and flopped down onto it. Idia couldn’t help but think about the many times he had masturbated to you on those sheets that you were now sitting on. He was wondering what kind of panties you were wearing too, when he was suddenly interrupted.

“So! I guess we should get started on some games, yeah? I think I wanna play a fighting one against you! I’m totally gonna win~” You smiled up at him playfully.

Idia let his personality slip when games were brought up. “Tch, you really think you’re gonna win against me ? Think again.” The blue haired boy smirked down at you, which lit up the fire of competition in your heart.

“Let’s go then, dude.”

~~~~~

After about 15 minutes of close battles but still losing every one, you groaned and put the controller down on the floor where you and Idia were positioned in front of a monitor. You had developed a small sheen of sweat on your face from the stress. “Hey Idia, do you have anything to drink? I’m so thirstyy~” You looked at him and pouted, hoping he would maybe have some soda or water for you.

“A-ah, yes I do...” he stuttered a bit, seemingly nervous about something. He shuffled over to a mini fridge near his desk and brought out a cooler bottle. “Here, I made this sweet tea yesterday and you can drink from it...” Idia handed you the cool bottle and you observed it suspiciously. He was starting to feel his breath hitch and wondered if you had caught on.

“Hm~? Drinking from the same bottle already? So intimate!” You teased him, lightly elbowing his side. “Well, here goes nothing.” You tipped the bottle into your mouth and the tea tasted like sweet peach, with a slightly bitter aftertaste.

“Hm, it’s... interesting. What kind of tea is it?” You inquired, looking at the contents and sniffing it.

“I-it’s a recipe I found online! It looked good so, I decided to make it, I- I thought you would like it...” he shyly put down his head, trying to hide his suspicious nervousness from you.

“Okay... well it’s pretty good! I’ll drink some more, thanks for thinking of me~” you said as you gulped down the drink for a few more seconds. “Mmh! I think that cooled me down, let’s play more rounds!”

Idia looked back at you and sighed in relief. “Y-yeah, let’s do that.” He didn’t know how long it would take to work but at least he could distract his nerves by playing some games.

~~~~~

You started to sweat and feel hot. Unbearably hot. You cleared your throat and pulled off your cardigan and folded it to the side, but it wasn’t enough. The heat spread from your head, to your torso, and to your lower regions. Feeling hot and a deep... itch that you couldn't quite reach, in your crotch, you decide to change the position in which you were sitting, from crossing your legs to having them right underneath you, to feel some sort of friction in that area. You could feel yourself blushing intensely while the blue haired man next to you was still immersed in the game you both were supposed to play.

Watching him, you couldn’t help but notice the way his fingers moved on the controller, his thumbs and pointers expertly moving across it. You started thinking about how they would feel playing with your nipples and clit - wait. ‘What am I even thinking about?! Snap out of it!’ But, you also couldn’t help but think about when you were close to beating him during a round, his voice changed to a lower, frustrated one, and he even let out a little growl. Even now you noticed the way his eyes were so glued to the monitor with a small scowl on his face. Thinking about that sent throbs and heat to your growing wetness.

WINNER: PLAYER 1!

“Fuhehe, I knew I could beat you again~ but for some reason it felt like you weren’t trying as hard this round.” Idia put down his controller, finally took a glance at you, and his breath was caught in his throat.

Your (s/c) body was covered with a layer of sweat, cheeks burning and your eyes looked glossy. You were also panting slightly, rubbing your legs together softly to try to create more friction. “A-ah,, hey... do you think you could lower the temperature in here? It- it’s getting really hot. Maybe I could have more of that cold tea?” You breathed, trying to sound more stable than you were.

Idia was dumbfounded for a second and totally forgot you had drank the tea that he mixed with the aphrodisiacs. He gulped as he leaned closer to your face, observing you. “Is... is there anything else I can help you, w-with?” Idia placed a hand on the floor near your thigh and watched as you tried to scoot away from it.

“D-don’t do that... it’s...,” you whimpered, back now touching the side of his bed as you leaned away from his touch. Since when did he smell so good? His scent radiating from his proximity sent tingles across your body.

“Do what?” Idia experimentally reached out to touch your arm, fingers grazing your back slightly. You couldn’t fight back the moan that slipped out of your mouth. “Haah~ I-Idia...” you breathed, looking at him with pleading eyes. You really weren’t planning on doing anything with your new friend, so why was your body disobeying your mind?

“Y/n... you know you can tell me if there’s a-anything you need.. I’ll help you.” Idia’s eyes were still wide and the way he looked at you made you start craving. You wanted him - no, you NEEDED him to touch you more. You never really thought about it, but, Idia really was attractive. It’s not because of your hazy mindset that you realized it, but the way the blue lights illuminated his pale skin and make his hair almost glow, you were just focusing on it more. He was... cute.

“I-...” you started, looking down at his hand on your arm, and then back at him. Staring at his lips, you felt your arms move around his neck as you pulled him closer. Your lips smashed against each others messily and you released a soft whimper against his mouth. The reality hitting you, you moved your head back suddenly breaking the kiss. Your body was still hot.

“F-first...” Idia was stuttering. “First... kiss...” Idia stared wide eyed at you, lips still trembling. He blushed and turned away, his brows tilted upwards as if he were troubled.

“Oh, oh god, I’m so sorry....” you breathed out, scared you had fucked it up with your friend.

“Haah.. more...” his eyes suddenly turned back to you, seemingly darker than before. “I want more of you, y/n...” with that, he brought his lips to yours again and moved them sloppily against your own. He even took the liberty to bite your bottom lip with his sharp teeth, causing you to yelp. Idia used this opportunity to shove his tongue past your mouth and moved it against your own, causing you to moan in pleasure while you could feel your panties starting to drench.

Idia pulled away from you, cheeks tinted pink. Both of you panted for breath, your clothes now feeling sticky due to sweat. He scanned your blushing figure and saw an opening of your skirt that had shown off your lacy panties. Idia gulped and dove his head towards your clothed pussy, breathing in the essence and shuddering loudly, which made you gasp.

“Idiia, no... we, we shouldn’t...” you whined. But you could feel your body was not agreeing with your words. When the tip of his nose grazed your clit you bucked your hips against his head, letting out a moan at the contact.

He lifted up your skirt to your waist so he could see your facial expressions. Suddenly, his wet tongue experimentally slid up your clothed pussy, piercing yellow eyes locked onto your glazed over eyes. You shrieked at the sensation and felt embarrassed that he could get you like this, and you were still wearing your panties.

“Hhn, you wore these for me, didn’t you..?” Idia said, which made you blush. “No, I- I didn’t...” you muttered weakly, trying to avoid his gaze

Idia’s grip on your thighs suddenly got tighter and he looked up at you with furrowed brows. “Don’t lie to me, kitten. I know you want me, like how you did on the night we met, on your stream.” Idia firmly told you. It seemed like it was more like he was convincing himself. "N-no Idia, I... I don't want to-" you started, until you were interrupted.

Idia’s teeth bit suddenly into your soft thigh, causing it to bleed a bit. You knew it would leave a big mark later. “AH!! F-fuck!!” You grabbed onto his blue hair and felt your pussy clench onto nothing. Why, why are you enjoying this? It was like Idia’s personality had changed, from the shy person you met outside his dorm to a more possessive and rough one. You were a bit scared of him but why was he making you feel so good?

You didn’t have time to think as you felt him move the fabric of your panties to the side so your drenched cunt was fully visible to him. He stared in awe and took in everything - the shape, size, and how wet you were. You brought the back of your hand up to your head and panted with embarrassment. “Idia... mmh...”, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Your body was still wanting more and after your mind was fighting the feeling so much, you decided to let it be. “Please...”

Idia met your eyes and saw how glossy they were. He lifted your body onto the bed so that you were now lying on your back while he was still in front of your crotch. You softly breathed in and out, causing your chest to rise and fall in your sweat soaked top. He snaked a pale hand under your shirt to grope your breast in your lacy bra, cold fingers sending shivers through your hot body. Idia couldn’t resist any longer, he suddenly shoved his wet muscle onto your pussy with fervor. You gasped and threw your head back onto Idia’s plush pillow, and shoved your hand on the back of his head pushing it deeper into your legs. Idia couldn’t contain himself and moaned into your heat, sending vibrations through it. “Oh- aaanh~ Idi-aaa~....” you sighed and whined. He took this opportunity to lower the cup of your bra below your breast and pinch your pert nipple in his fingers.

“Fuck~!” you screamed, feeling hot tears flowing down your face. Your body couldn’t take it much longer. Your core was building a familiar sensation but it was all too overwhelming and coming too fast. “It feels so good!!” You squealed, squeezing your thighs together so you were caging his head. Idia focused his energy lapping hungrily at your clit and then pushed two digits of his free hand through your wet hole, pumping them in and out. Your panting breaths were becoming shorter with each pump.

“Idia~ I’m close!! I’m gonna cum..!” You looked at him between your legs, and he lifted his mouth off of your cunt for a brief second. He stared into your eyes with his yellow ones, which stared at you intensely, licked his lips, and spoke.

“Cum for me then, kitten. Don’t hold back, cum all over my face.” With that, he dove back in and pumped his fingers into your core and flicked his tongue on your sensitive pearl even faster than before. Idia’s hips were rutting on his mattress, precum wetting his undergarments.

“Oh god - I’m cumming, I’m cumming~!!” You screeched and squeezed his head with your thighs, squirting his face and sheets with your cum. His tongue darted around your pussy licking off your juices. You breathed heavily, riding out your high. It took everything in him to stop himself from cumming right then and there - he wanted to save that for later.

Idia leaned up to where you were and kissed you passionately, and you could taste yourself all over his mouth. You moaned at the taste of your own juices on his tongue. Still exhausted from Idia eating you out, your body somehow craved the feeling of being filled. You sat up and got up from the bed and for a second he was afraid you were getting ready to leave. You removed your drenched shirt in front of him as well as your skirt, underwear, and bra. Still wearing your thigh high socks, he stopped you before you could remove them. “I, I want you to keep those on...” he licked his lips as he stared at your socks squeezing your plush thighs, the mark he made earlier with his teeth was visible and bruising now.

Following your lead, Idia was removing his own garments, tossing his shirt to the side. He was lean, not too skinny but not muscular either, pale all over. He also removed his pants and swung them over to the floor. Idia avoided your gaze as his erection was now very much so noticeable in his boxers, and you could even see a dark spot where his precum had made a mark. You felt your vagina tremble at the sight of it. It’s been a long time since you’ve had a partner and the anticipation was starting to get to you. As for Idia, well, everything was his first.

You knelt down in front of his bed and his legs and reached out to touch the head of his penis through the boxers, making him twitch and breathe out. “Mmh,...” you pulled down his underwear to reveal his lengthy cock. He wasn’t extremely girthy but he made up for that in length. The head of it was a shade of pale pink and dripped with clear liquid. You took some of the clear liquid in your hand and began teasing the head of his dick. Opening your mouth, you also gave it a few kitten licks while you pumped the base. Idia let out a few grunts and threw his head back, causing you to grow wet again.

Idia felt himself getting too close to orgasm which made him grab your head to stop you from going further. He lifted you up again and placed you on his lap, your dripping cunt hovering over his standing cock. Your body was hot again as you stared into Idia’s yellow eyes, a pink haze dusting his pale cheeks. Remembering he was a virgin, you looked at him hesitantly. ‘I- I don’t know, are you sure you want to lose your virginity right now?’ was what you were planning on saying, until he spoke up.

“Y/n... I need you. I’ve been wanting to do this to you for a while. I- I'm gonna put it in...” Idia whispered, panting slightly. As he was lowering your hips, you couldn't say anything as you felt his tip graze your wetness and you whimpered at the feeling. He kept bringing your hips down until you felt him all the way inside, head of his dick kissing your cervix. You threw your arms around his neck and moaned into his ear, causing a grunt from your partner. Not giving you time to adjust, Idia started thrusting in and out sloppily into your hole, squelching and moaning sounds filling the air of his usually quiet dorm.

“Oh Idia, please, pleasepleaseplease-!” You screamed, not even knowing what you were pleading for. Your (h/c) hair was sweaty and you felt your eye makeup starting to run with every tear you shed. Idia’s loud grunts filled your ear, causing your heat to build up.

“*pant* Mmh, y/n...” he paused and started thrusting into you slowly but hard, pulling you back so his forehead could touch with yours, blue hair still frayed in his face. “You have, *pant* no idea... I would masturbate to your pictures every. Single. Night. I jerked off on these sheets and used your photos of you smiling, you weren’t even *pant* n-naked... Does that, *pant* make me a sick pervert? No matter, you're here with me now, and I'm mmh, making you feel good, right?” Idia confessed, yellow eyes staring into yours with infatuation and obsession. You felt your breath hitch in a feeling familiar to fear. He was lovesick. Not the same person you thought you were messaging for the past few days or gaming with earlier. He looked deranged.

“I... Aaanh~!” You were cut off by a particularly hard thrust into your cervix. Idia licked your neck while thrusting into your abused hole. “I’m gonna breed you, kitten. W-wanna see you drip with my cum.. mmh, you want that?”

You were so close to your release that you didn’t even care about what he was saying. “More Idia, more!!” You breathed. Closing your eyes and now using your own hips to grind into his cock.

Remembering a particular position that grabbed Idia’s attention, he lifted you up, dick still hard inside of you. He placed your back on the bed, your head on his pillow while he brought your legs up to your chest. Idia continued to thrust into you, your face now in full view. He held your wrists in one hand above your head so you couldn’t hide your face from his eyes.

“Idia...” you breathed out. “I- Idia!!!!” You felt your orgasm approaching fast while he pounded into you relentlessly. “Haaanh~ I’m close!!” You moaned shamelessly.

“Hnnh, that’s r-right, y/n... mm, cum for me...” Idia breathed out in between his panting. With that, Idia thrusted faster until the knot that was building in your lower regions finally released. “Aaanh~!! I’m cumming, Idia, c-cumming all over your cock!!” Your face contorted into one of full bliss, eyes looking straight into his with your mouth in an o-shape. The walls around Idia’s length clenched tightly, milking him of his seed. Idia came suddenly with a groan, pumping it deep within you while riding out his high. "Fuck, y/n!!"

Idia rolled you both to your sides, his dick softening inside you. You both panted hard as you faced one another. You opened your eyes to find him with his eyes closed, blushing at the sight of your naked bodies still intertwined even after your climaxes. “We, we actually did it...” he whispered and opened his eyes. “!!!!” He made a mildly surprised noise, eyes widening and turning away.

“Eeh?! What’s wrong!?” You said, wondering if something was on your face. “N-nothing it’s just.... I’m surprised we... you.. you’re staring at me... I’m sorry, I’m still not used to people doing that...” Idia said shamefully, darting his yellow eyes to and from you periodically.

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Eek!! Why,, are you laughing at me?” Idia frowned and hid his face in the pillow. “Well.. your personality is different when you’re having sex versus not. It's interesting.” you told him, tracing a finger along his arm.

Idia blushed intensely, throwing his arms around your neck and hid his pale face in your neck. "Mmph..! I-, I like you, y/n..." he breathed into your neck. "I wouldn't be able to handle you doing this with another person so... will you be mine?" Idia pulled back to watch your face as you contemplated.

Idia's words from earlier suddenly flooded your memories. He looked insane when he confessed to his perverted actions and it evoked an uncertain emotion akin to fear. Your body felt paralyzed. But in the moment, with Idia's lightly pink tinged skin and unsure eyes, you had to admit it made your heart flutter, too. "Yes, Idia..."

[berrylover0571]

It must have been fucking Magic with regards to PR how easily a bunch of fucking people managed to spin the AI art discussion into a philosophy of art discussion.

Like I'm pissed that I watched and tried in real time to get people to stop talking about the philosophy of art with regards to this bullshit and to start talking about the labor shit that it was influencing. Fuck your bullshit philosophical definition of art that talks about the human spirit and drive, we can have that discussion when working artists and the labor of art is considered something of Worth to preserve and encourage and not something to be constantly cut corners on.

I mean, not to spell out the original fucking post, but they literally had to themselves because even my neurodivergent ass understood this: it doesn't matter what Innovations happen there will always be banal, bland, cookie cutter art that is made pretty much terribly, even from a gracious art critique standpoint giving them the benefit of the doubt. I could probably off the top of my head scroll through deviantART right now, and after cutting out the fucking chaff of AI art, I could find feasibly at least 30 different furry artists, all of whom make it a fucking God damn priority to post the same five Disney characters they're cribbing from. Like I get it, maybe they're trying to develop a style uniquely tied to it, I don't know, but we all know a bland artist. Hell, I'm part of a fetish art community, there are banal, uninspired artworks in that community, a niche fetish community has people making art that might as well be Bland bullshit nonsense.

If you get stuck trying to define the philosophy of art with people who use philosophy to justify why they should be able to just be given a blank check to make a fucking website or algorithm that reinforces eugenics, causes genocides, or contributes to suicide and eating disorders, you're going to lose. These fucking idiots talk bullshit philosophy constantly, they could talk circles around you doing it. So don't talk on their terms, talk on your terms.

Your terms should be, and I cannot stress this enough, treating the work of artists and working artists as well as regular artists as something that is meant to be valued in terms of its labor. Not a damn thing makes me want to drink more than people talking about preserving the efficacy and culture of Art and then refusing to support artists near them. I am not a rich person and I even can shell out $30 every once in awhile to get a commission of myself in some dumb fetish scenario because, one the artist will get attention and people will happily propagate new stuff from their favorite artist, and two make it financially supported which is more important, because it helps them have at least some supplemental income as they try and build a platform.

You know that infamous pukicho post with doctor yiff and bullshit? The only way you can get furry artists that charge thousands of dollars for commissions is if you create a sustainable ecosystem of artists being valued for their labor and not devalued in the eyes of fucking the entire world. One of the reasons my weird Niche fetish Community has been able to sustain itself so long, despite the fact that it probably shouldn't, is a mixture autistic hyper fixation, really weird fetishes, and the constant support of work that servicing a niche group can give.

Not only does it piss me off that people got locked into philosophical debates about the meaning of Art with some jackass who wants to fucking turn art into this money printing machine, it pisses me off that we're still having debates about it. We all value art in some way, everyone wants it, that's why they keep trying to get us to use or validate AI art because it then legitimizes it within the social consciousness outside of a weird novelty. That being said, do they value art in the same way that a CEO values employees, they treat art as this disposable or interchangeable series of random things put together by some person in a specific way that appeals to some people. They value art in as much as they can spend and as much as they can make, and I assume you value art in how much it means to you and how much it means to people you care about, which on the surface can sound very similar. In each situation there is a metaphorical or literal cost, there is a number, a tag on it that means something, something substantial. So you can talk endlessly in circles about how much either of you value art, but at the end of the day they want you to legitimize AI art for the pure and depraved reason that they don't have to Value artists and they don't have to pay artists. They want to cut Corners again. The value in them legitimizing the AI art is not valuing or legitimizing shit art that's utterly atrocious and probably shouldn't be made, the value is in them legitimizing it and then completely not using or soliciting The Works of artists.

They don't have to pay money for commissions, they don't have to hire graphic designers, freelance or otherwise, they don't have to insure or pay an entire branch of their organization, something that Tech Bros will constantly do. They will look for any reason to cut corners, to cut down to the Bare Essentials and run those thin for as long as possible making sure they're stupid fucking websites last the longest. It happened with facebook, it's happening with twitter, I guarantee you it's happening at YouTube and Snapchat and Instagram, it happened at google for fuck sake. They want to trim down as much financial status possible because they don't want to fucking lose money, and they are losing money.

The internet, like all media, is becoming this monolithic platform of almost nothing. They're not making profits because people don't fucking go on the internet anymore because they're bored out of their mind, and when they do they want to stream something, they don't want to pay for 19 different services, so they don't fucking pay for them, they pirate them. Websites from the old culture of the internet are dying, those that aren't dying or being subsumed by other websites, and honestly if you don't see what's happening, if you get stuck in that cycle of debating whether or not AI art is philosophically art, you're going to be taken to the cleaners.

The old internet is dying and in its place is a giant advertising sphere, with pictures made by no graphic designer, and stories written by no writer, led by a CEO who thinks they build all of their profits on their own, while desperately trying to fight off Nazi allegations pretending like they don't give a shit.

AI art and it's debate is not about to philosophical substance of AI art, it's about distracting you from the actual debate that should be had about art and labor and the even greater conversation about how we are currently devaluing in Mass entire swaths of culture simply because it's cringey, or it's not worth preserving.

As a sociologist in utterly terrifies me that there are entire sections of the internet, nishap cultures, conversations, groups and platforms that don't exist anymore. Platforms with thousands of users active but not making a profit, thus dying. And the ones that sustain are the ones that become the most bitter, corrupted, or the most Advertiser friendly. It utterly terrifies me that the remnants of the old internet will only live on in Legacy through some of the worst places, because some of the best places died and were erased from history.

All for the sake of profit. So don't fucking get stuck in that stupid debate.

AI art and it's philosophies are very clear: we don't care about you, we don't value you, and the only thing we want from you is to extract as much money out of you as possible. All the while you beg for meaning, you beg for food, and you beg for your house not to be taken from you because of your shit rent.

Its not about trashy art, its about labor and value.

Do i think AI artists often make shitty, trite art? Yes. Do you want me to name a list of furries whose art i also think is creatively bland?

[recurring-polynya]

(apologies @fluffnflightillustrations​, I accidently posted this too soon and then deleted the ask, I am so bad at Tumblr anymore) ANYWAY, let’s gooooo!

❣️ - What are their love languages?

(I am choosing to interpret “love language” in a more general sense, and not restricting myself to the “official” self-help book ones)

Renji’s primary love language is taking care of people. He cooks, he performs home maintenance, he will make a workout schedule or a protein shake for anyone who wants one. He loves to help other people achieve their goals, whether by clearing obstacles or providing enthusiasm and support. Providing a home that is safe, comfortable, and peaceful for the people he loves has always been the thing that makes him happiest. Rukia often has difficulty feeling at home in other people’s spaces, and Renji’s subtle but intentional efforts to make a welcoming space makes her feel secure and valued.

Renji’s other love language is bragging loudly about the people that he loves, whether its their phenomenal art skills, the general badassery, or having the most beautiful zanpakutou in Soul Society.

Rukia’s love language is trust and intimacy. She is a very private and stoic person, so if she tells a person something in confidence, or allows herself to be emotional and/or vulnerable around them, this is a huge sign of how much she cares about that person. This can be a little difficult to recognize for what it is, but Renji has known her forever, and recognizes that when she says things like “you know everything about me”, what this really means.

Once they’re actually together, Rukia is very expressive both verbally and physically, but primarily in private. She loves to give Renji kisses and hold his hand and slap his butt. Renji is pretty physical, partially as a love language, but also just...all the time, and he loves this. They snuggle a lot and the both enjoy it when Renji carries Rukia around like some sort of koala. Rukia also likes to compliment him, especially on the things she knows he works hard on and cares about, like his muscles and his cooking and his hairstyles.

🤡 - What’s something dumb they’re embarrassed about?

Renji has done so many embarrassing things over the course of his afterlife that he’s mostly immune to it, certainly to stuff like wearing awful clothes and being a buffoon in public generally. The one thing he does still get legitimately embarrassed about though, is money, or more specifically, his lack thereof. I don’t think think this actually a dumb thing to be embarrassed about generally, but it’s dumb in the sense that he doesn’t have real cause to be embarrassed about it, he just is. 

When Renji is in a good place, mentally, he’s actually pretty careful and intentional with his money, but it’s one of the first things to go when he hits a rough spot. I think Squad 11 pays worse than other Squads because Kenpachi is bad at requesting budget increases and most of the squad doesn’t have Shin’ou degrees, so they don’t have much lateral mobility. The majority of shinigami are city folk with families and some degree of generational wealth. Even the people from close Rukongai districts may have families who may send them care packages and say, casual clothes. Renji never had any of that. He thinks of himself as a poor person, and because he does try to save some of his paycheck (partially for sunglasses, partially for the ???Rukia??? fund), he doesn’t have as much disposable income as some of his friends. 

The biggest problem, of course, is that he works at Squad 6, where nearly everyone was born with a silver spoon in their mouth and talk about money and spending very flippantly. Byakuya, bless his awful rich person heart, is cognizant that Renji is poor (which is to say, not rich), but his attempts to be a Caring Boss usually go along the lines of “Abarai, I am buying you a dress uniform because I know you can’t afford one and I tire of you dressing like a slob” which is...not as comforting as he thinks.

Rukia would honestly love to be Renji’s sugar momma and buy him everything his heart desires, but she knows and understands self-conscious he is about it, so she suggests picnic in the park dates instead of fancy restaurants and buys him the mostly ungodly expensive sunglasses on his birthday without telling him how much they cost.

Rukia gets really embarrassed about having certain emotions in public. Anger, joy, excitement are okay, but the ones related to vulnerability, like sadness or well, embarrassment, or say turning into a pile of wet cardboard because you are overcome with love for your stupid boyfriend. This proved to be a pretty big problem in the early days after Rukia and Renji went public with their relationship, primarily because Renji’s friends are gremlins who think it is hilarious that anyone would be soft over Renji. Renji understands how she is and wants to be helpful in these situations, but he’s often too overcome by the fact that Rukia is blushing at him, and his braincell completely turns off. Rukia eventually figured out some strategies for dealing with this (namely, publicly objectifying him and treating him like a trophy boyfriend which, frankly, he loves) but also, Hinamori bodily threatened Ikkaku and Iba into laying off.

The Karakura Kids are much nicer, in the sense that they will pretend not to notice when this happens and Uryuu or Orihime will immediately change the subject or make themself the center of attention. Chad, of course, will simply exude an aura of unconditional love and acceptance. Ichigo is so horrified by the very idea of Rukia and Renji being mushy that he becomes paralyzed until someone throws a french fry at him or something.

🌙 - What’s their sleep schedule like?

Left to their own devices, Rukia is an inveterate nightowl, Renji is the embodiment of early-to-bed, early-to-rise. Once they are married, they partially synch up-- alarm at 6, Rukia gets an extra snooze while Renji makes breakfast, but then she gets up, they eat together and go to work. Renji generally conks out between 10 and 11. Rukia sometimes tries to go to bed with him (especially if she is, um, bribed) but if she’s in the middle of something, she’ll stay up, and sometimes she can’t fall asleep, so she gets up again to do stuff (read, do art, make exciting plans for her squad), and actually goes to sleep any time between midnight and two. She is A Grump in the mornings. It’s also worth noting that Renji regards the late night as a secret bank where you can get more time if you need it, so if he’s behind on paperwork or needs to write a Bulletin article or make futsal lines, he’ll just stay up. It’s actually really good that he lives with someone who notices this happening, instead of him just getting increasingly sleep-deprived until he starts sending out deranged memos to other Vice-Captains and Kira has to come over and bonk him.

On weekends, they tend to stay up later for drinking/socializing purposes. Rukia is allowed to sleep in as late as she wants, which is how she catches up. Renji doesn’t actually sleep much later than usual, but he very much enjoys not getting out of bed and snuggling his beautiful wife in the early morning hours.

💘 - What do they find attractive about their partner(s)?

Physically? 

For Rukia, it’s a toss-up between Renji’s rock hard physique and his luscious, flowing hair. For Renji, it’s her eyes, no question.

In a more abstract sense, Renji loves the way Rukia forges through the world with her entire self, boldly, fearlessly, relentlessly. Rukia loves the way Renji relentlessly cares about everything-- his loved ones first and foremost, but also his squad, his duties, the way things are run and how they affect people, both in the Seireitei and outside its walls. His heart is really enormous and she feels grateful to have such an important place in it. 

(original ask meme)

[polyghostfacehours]

Everything you write is just so great and on point, you understand the character of Stu really well, and I was wondering if I could please get some headcanons of Stu Macher as a dad? Because I get the feeling that the kids would prefer him over his s/o lololol maybe because he would be a kind of lenient and fun parent but I’m wondering what you think <3

Oh I'll tell ya what you think anon! And thank you for the compliments! I'm glad you enjoy my read of his character. It makes my near obsessive levels of analyzing scenes with him and Billy frame by fucking frame worth it lol.

Stu Macher as a Dad Headcanons:

So firstly, I don't think it'd be a good idea to have kids with Stu until way later in life. I'm talking like mid-late 30's.

This is because Stu matures much later than most. His 20s are for sure going to be for leisure and fun, and likely so are his early 30's.

Stu wants to live that rich boy life with little responsibility for as long as possible. His parents will let him ride that out for as long as they can keep the business running without him, largely due to guilt at not being around much for him (and Stu absolutely guilt trips them about it whenever it suits him.)

And even once he's active in their real estate business, he won't be itching for a kid right away.

He has thought of it before though - mostly in passing. The idea of building a family with you is a certainly appealing fantasy, when he thinks of the fun parts.

As a dad, he wouldn't want to do what his parents did which is parent with their money. Stu's parents love and spoil him, but they were always busy and incredibly hands off. Stu grew up with many nannies.

Even though he wouldn't want to parent with money, that doesn't mean he's too keen on wanting to deal with the difficult parts of raising a child. He'll want a nanny to do stuff like change diapers, tutor, or have the sex talk with a kid.

He'll definitely be there to hang out with them though. He'll take his kid(s) to amusement parks, camping trips, go to their sports games (as long as it's a sport Stu likes, that is), etc.

Anything their kid wants, they get. You can expect him to be enthusiastic about all their interests. They wanna take archery class? Hell yeah. They wanna learn guitar? Most expenses classes paid for. They wanna quit 2 weeks later? No problem.

That's one of the worst things about Stu as a dad though, he doesn't instill the values of sticking to things and not quitting when bored or demotivated. This is funny, because Stu himself is a pretty determined person and doesn't really quit easily. He just can't be bothered to deal with wrestling with a kid to stick with something when it's easier to just let them do something else.

Speaking of quitting, whether Stu quits his killer career depends on the same stuff I mentioned in his Married Life and Ugly Side of Marriage HC's. It depends on your read of his character and how involved, of at all, Billy is in his life.

Personally, I can see him quitting. Between the business, children, a spouse, and a large disposable income that allows him to do virtually any leisure activity, I think Stu would be able to find happiness elsewhere, at least for a looong while.

The kid(s) will definitely favor Stu in their adolescence, but once they reach adulthood they will for sure appreciate you a lot more.

Stu thinks he wants a son, for the same reasons most guys think they want a son. But if he has a daughter, he is absolutely putty in her hands. Spoils her like crazy and will favor her for sure over his sons if he has them lol.

If Billy's still around, he's the cool uncle who's a bad influence lmao. The kid(s) loooove when Uncle Billy visits.

I have a feeling that Stu's kids would somehow be able to tell something is off with their pops. Like even if Stu does stop killing, that doesn't mean his mental issues are magically fixed. Unless Stu decides to get therapy at some point, his more manic moments will show and sometimes scare them for sure.

Stu does noooot care if the kid(s) are home when he wants to have sex with you. You're gonna need to be extra quiet or make sure to lock your bedroom door everytime if you don't want little Timmy or Susie walking in on you lmao.

Oh Stu absolutely laughs if his kid(s) fall or hurt themselves. In a surprising twist, he even does so with his daughter(s). He still thinks anyone getting hurt is hilarious, and as long as it's not serious or fatal this includes his brats.

[bejoomi]

hanging out with seolhee is always an experience. it’s not like he dislikes her. at the very least, she’s a really interesting person, and outings with her are never boring, which he can appreciate. she’s pretty funny too. she’s probably unlike any of his other friends, if only because...she’s also a little out of touch with reality. not in the ‘experiences episodes of psychosis, should seek mental healthcare immediately’ way, just in the...bit of a spoiled brat way. joomi gets the feeling she’s never wanted for money–– or maybe just about anything ––in her life.

it’s pretty obvious when she suggests he just take less shifts to ‘enjoy life some more.’ sure, joomi has enough saved up that he could bear to work a little less, but he also doesn’t want to have less saved up than he currently does. he fell a little behind during next gen, considering how much less he worked, and he’s finally back in a mostly comfortable spot financially. mostly comfortable for joomi means being able to afford food and therapy without stressing out, and having a little disposable income for him to buy his friends stuff or treat himself a little. seolhee’s definition of ‘most comfortably’ is probably when she’s able to afford the second most expensive designer purse she’s able to. then again, she might not be that rich; joomi honestly doesn’t really know. it’s just the vibe.

“i don’t really have enough money to do that,” he explains to her simply. he doubts she’ll understand, and it does irritate him a little, but he tries to justify it in his head by reminding himself she just doesn’t get it. it’s nothing malicious. he doesn’t think so, anyway. 

their food arrives then, and joomi’s order is perfect. he offers a tiny, “thank you,” to the waiter, and then his gaze drifts to seolhee’s plate. that doesn’t look right–– yeah, it’s not right. seolhee voices that very quickly, just barely politely. she’s far less polite once the server steps away, after a string of apologies from him and a quick return to the kitchen to prepare her proper meal. seolhee just complains. “i mean...it happens,” joomi replies levelly. hell, one of his jobs is to be a server at a restaurant too, although it’s one less trendy than this one. when orders are wrong, it’s usually not the server’s fault, but they often catch the heat for it. servers get blamed for everything, actually. 

“this place is pretty busy. they’re only human. you try to work fast so nobody has to wait too long, because if people wait too long, they complain about that, but if you work too fast, you make mistakes, and then people complain about that. food service is kind of a lose-lose sometimes. most of the time, honestly, especially if you’re a server. sometimes it’s like having to work customer service too.” joomi knows from experience. 

she tells him he doesn’t have to wait for her food to arrive, so he shrugs and takes a bite of his own meal. he won’t eat too much without her, but he is pretty hungry and he does have a shift at lotte world after this, so he shouldn’t waste too much time sitting around waiting. seolhee at least seems happy enough to attempt a cheers, so joomi taps his glass against hers too, although he just has...water.

entitlement and wine

w. @bejoomi

'little italy grand appetite' was trending all over social media. they were known for their stylish décor, affordability and of course the food. it was tucked in a quieter area of seoul, a hidden gem before it's online fame. seolhee was dying to try it. she wanted to try the food, and give her opinion later tonight on her livestream. she messaged joomi, asking if he was free and wanted to join her for lunch. and so, here they both were seated at the small restaurant, catching up and enjoying the scenery. the pair already ordered, enjoying some appetizers and conversation. they chatted casually, seolhee asking the other about his band and any adventures he might of been up too. she took a sip of her wine, a complimentary bottle because one of the staff recognized her and wanted to thank her for coming. she knew they were trying to sway her opinion, make it more favorable, so the social media hype can continue. this didn't bother her though, in fact she loved the extra attention.

"you know," seolhee began speaking, "you're always complaining about how busy you are joomi. you should cut back a bit, maybe take less shifts? enjoy life some more, we're young! we shouldn't be so stressed all the time." she said. she wanted to continue her explanation, but was cut off by the server appearing with their food. she smiled and thanked the server, looking down at her plate, a confused expression on her face. she saw a fish. seolhee hated fish. the smell, the texture, the taste, everything about it was awful. this is not what she ordered. she looked at joomi's plate, his order looked correct. she frowned, her eyebrows furrowing. "excuse me?" she asked, cutting off the server's spiel about enjoying the food. "this isn't what i ordered. i can't eat fish, i think you made a mistake." she gave the server an accusing eye, but quickly gave them a polite smile. the server apologized profusely promising that the correct food will be out shortly. once the server was out of ear shot, she rolled her eyes. "can you believe this?" she asked joomi. "how hard is it to get an order right? and to mistake it wish fish of all things!" she scoffed, disgust ridden all over her face. "i hate fish. you can start eating if you want, don't feel obligated to wait for me. i'll enjoy some bread while i wait." she gestured to the appetizers that got pushed to the side of the table. grabbing her wine glass, seolhee tipped it in joomi's direction, doing a silly gesture of cheers "buon appetito" she giggled.

[abortionado]

Okay but. I wanted to see the impacts of class on the actions of the BAU in terms of law enforcement.

They touched on the way a few other life experiences (like gender and mental illness) affect the way the team views the profession and the unsubs, and I wish we really got to see that kind of conversation about the way poverty breeds violence in so many cases.

Particularly, the fact that the poor and destitute are victimized in the vast majority of cases, because their unsubs figure that these people are disposable and will not be missed.

Spencer grew up impoverished (post-William), and Derek and JJ were very lower-middle class, and they were under the command of Hotch and Emily (in Spencer & JJ’s case), who both grew up in wealth.

How does that feel?

How would it feel to stare the effects of poverty in the face, knowing that this decaying, mutilated sex worker photographed on the side of I-80 could so easily have been you, and being guided through it all by the children of millionaires, who, despite being empathetic people, will always be a world away from this dead woman?

How would it feel to grow up on government assistance, hustling poker to put food on your mentally ill mother’s table (caring for her as if she were your child), pushing yourself to excel academically among students six years your senior, because you know that your intellect is the only thing that can get you to college and help you take care of your mother, who is getting worse every day

and then after all of that, sit across a table from your close friend and colleague, born into wealth and given a $1000 monthly allowance well past the age you started paying for your mother’s institutionalization, who says with a smile that being a “bored socialite” was the fate she had feared while you were playing slot machines to buy milk?

How would it feel to spend years pouring your body and mind into a sport you don’t like because you know it’s the only way you’ll be able to make it out of your rural backwater town, perpetually running on four hours of sleep because you have to go to practices and you can’t let your grades slip, clawing your way up from pell grant student to trainee to media liaison

only to watch another woman (who has never worked for the Bureau) march into your boss’ office demanding a job better than the one you currently have, then watch her get that job the very next day, in part because your boss knows her parents from Yale?

How would it feel to lose your father at 12 and grow up with two siblings on a single mother’s income, silently dealing with your own horrific trauma as you push through school and work for the sports scholarship you so badly need and try to help provide for your family, working tirelessly to pull yourself up out of the gutter by your bootstraps just like a good poor person should

only to spend your entire career playing second-fiddle to a white man who was born at the top? Working under him for more than a decade, knowing that you’re just as qualified as he is if not moreso?

They deal with people—victims and perpetrators alike—who have grown up in the most appalling conditions imaginable, and in all of these matters, it’s those who don’t understand who make the final calls.

Do they ever feel tiny twinges of sympathy for killers or their enablers when they hear about how they used to duck tape their shoes together and sleep three days on an empty stomach? Do they understand the anger these people? Does that scare them?

How does it feel to be told by a trust fund baby that the poor—drifters, sex workers, addicts—go missing so often that their deaths are just fundamentally not the same as a rich white woman being killed in her home? Do they think about how, with one car accident or broken arm, they themselves could have been on the streets, and wonder whether their deaths would be alarming enough to warrant investigation?

At what point do they realize that they are looking at these cases from behind a line they had to fight tooth and nail to cross, and that their superiors can never understand, because they were born on this side of the line?

I’m not saying this to diminish the childhood trauma that Hotch and Emily did have—abuse, abortion at 15, and toxic parents are obviously terrible and profoundly impactful in different ways—but poverty is such a unique kind of experience that I think it begs unique conversation.

There are some things you’ll just never understand if you’ve never been hungry.