#how to be a zillionaire

[donnahinkleystaceytroy]

[hibiscusbabyboy]

(Dividers by @anitalenia )

[noodle-harassment]

Martin Fry would like a word with the Monopoly Man.

[quasi-normalcy]

I actually like the word "zillionaire" because it draws attention to just how completely meaningless money is as a concept after a certain point.

[hero-israel]

For me one of the worst things about the leftists full mask off moments has been their ease in weaponising tragedy to suit their own narrative. It’s very easy for them to just throw critical thinking out the window and just say anything remotely connected to Israel and the Jewish people is akin to Nazi Germany or apartheid. I’m black South African, I know my own history very well and I was lucky enough to learn about Jewish history as best as I could; before people open their mouths to spew some of the most vile rhetoric I’ve ever seen, they need to crack open a history book first. It’s very easy for them to throw those words around when it has no direct impact on them

This is a very important point, thank you. I really appreciate you sharing your insights and how these constant projections are just a co-opting of the pain of black Africans. The average Tumblr user was negative-16 when apartheid fell, and will believe any purported comparison from any account that had already spread a good meme.

"I don't like you, so you're (*totally unrelated demon here*)" is just anthropologically basic, how pretty much anyone will talk if they have more anger than facts. It's so basic that past a certain point I can't really blame people for it - the only hope is to make them recognize it and grasp that they should stop. I keep talking about leftists doing it because some of them seem so totally unaware they are doing it, so firmly in denial that they have the same habits and styles as right-wingers, that they sound exactly the same as a Wall Street zillionaire saying Obamacare was Kristallnacht.

You can't go two days on here without seeing notes saying "I don't understand.... how can a leftist be racist? The left stands for equality!" Gang, there's really no such thing as a human without human failings, there is no team you can join where everyone becomes perfect just by wearing the shirt.

[datadegroove]

Nigga.... youre in so deep bro.... im shocked i actually the depth youre at.. but i wanna let you know.. I'm the only Zillionaire🥺 im the only Zillionaire so youre gonna have to change your bio because i get everything i want and you have to obey me🥺

you're awfully cocky for a person who exclusively posts about how they believe they can travel into different dimensions by just thinking about it really hard

[the-empress-7]

Just wait for the Diana narrative saying her husband is dying with jealousy over her popularity. She won't and can't divorce him coz she no longer can hook in a stupid multi zillionaire and he's the only reason he's relevant. Now that the royal family has stopped responding too, she has no reason but to cling to him like a mad woman. She also will never win the public over no matter how much bad PR she puts out about him coz her reputation is basically dead and no one believes her

She is desperately trying to attract more merching offers. So far I think she only has Johanna Ortiz on the hook for a long term contract.

[altamont498]

Why is it when the British government comes out with a sensible policy, the Northern Irish government has to come and fuck it up so terrifically?

So context, first:

Previously, in the UK, *ALL* pensioners - and anyone else claiming benefits like universal credit - could get a £300 payment for a Winter Fuel Allowance. This is money to heat your home during colder spells, made as a one-off cash payment.

And yes, this was given to everyone pension age - so you could claim it whether you're rich or poor, working or not, ordinarily resident in the UK or not.

So yes, the likes of Elton John or Richard Branson who are multi-zillionaires and don't live in the UK full-time would be entitled to claim it.

The new Labour government under Keir Starmer have decided that this should no longer be the case, and instead, this money should only go to pensioners on means-tested benefits, same as everyone else on it. The idea being that if you have enough money, you can't and won't be able to claim it.

Naturally, the "Kids these days" crowd turned on them and are saying about how it's going to leave pensioners destitute - even though quite a few have turned around and said that this isn't acceptable.

So much so that the government of Northern Ireland - where teachers/schools, the civil service and the NHS has disparity in pay from the rest of the UK due to our government continuously collapsing - decided that instead of fixing that that they should give £100 to every pensioner.

Why is it, then, that whenever a young person says that they're struggling financially, that they're not doing well, that they're "not trying hard enough" and need to "get a better/second job", "consider downsizing or moving somewhere cheaper", "don't get fancy coffee", "cancel your Netflix account" and "suck it up."

And yet whenever it comes to *multi-zillionaire pensioners who have gotten all handed to them throughout history, it's "NO HOW DARE YOU!!! WE NEED TO FIX THIS BROKEN SYSTEM NOW!!"

The mind is well and truly boggled.

*I'm aware this doesn't apply to all pensioners, but, even then, those who are struggling are probably very much likely to be fit to claim pension credit and to get the payment again.

[dirtybiowareconfessions]

Excuse the lack of posts, I got my new PS5 and I’ve been admiring how hot my Shepard is.

Also checking out Miranda’s ass.

And Garrus.

(Also playing Batman, because who doesn’t love a grouchy zillionaire who builds destructive toys?!)

-r

[ryusuisloveinterest]

one of a kind

Hi girlypops! I’m honor of my husband’s birthday today I’m tried to write a fanfic. Please be kind this is the first time I’m doing this so I’m sorry if there’s misspelling or some parts don’t flow right. Thank you and enjoy!

“I don’t know Francois… do you think this looks good?” You ask them as you look at yourself if your mirror. Your tight dress/suit shows off every beautiful curve in your body, your hair done perfectly and perfume/cologne giving you such a divine smell. Francois smiles, as if the answer wasn’t obvious, “You look absolutely stunning (y/n), as you always do.” A small smirk grows at Francois’ compliment. “The limo is out front, please come down when you’re ready.” They bow and leave, leaving you alone in your room. You look at the small box on your bedside table, debating on whether or not you should bring it with you. With a soft sigh, you take the box with you and head out to limo waiting for you. Time to go to the party.

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The sound of the aggressive beat bursts through the outside of the house. You can’t help but be nervous. All the people that are attending are children of billion if not zillionaires with of course the exception of you, the partner of the birthday boy himself who had no money to there name, only their determination and dreams and the heart of gold that made Ryusui fall for you in the first place. You take a deep breath and walk in. As the door swings open you can see the crowd of people dancing their hearts out to whatever loud song was playing. You see a group of girls dancing on another group of boys, another couple makes out in the corner, others found the Nanami alcohol stash and go to town drinking every last drop. You get shoved multiple times, trying to keep the little box in your hands safe. Ryusui where are you…

After making it out of that awful room, you see Ryusui in the outside pull area. You smile and rush over there, trying not to trip over yourself. Ryusui sits there in a nice (and clearly expensive) suit with girls hanging all over him, giggling and sucking up to whatever he says. Your smile quickly turns to a frown as you see one girl get a little too close to him. Suddenly, Ryusui flips his head around and sees you, his face brightening up. He runs to you and sweeps you off your feet. “My love! You’re here! I’ve been waiting for you!” He exclaims, giving you the cutest smiling. All the anxiety and discomfort you felt before instantly leaving. The girls that were with him get annoyed and leave as Ryusui brings you back to his seat and lets you sit on his lap. “How are you enjoying the party dear? Are you having a good time?” He actually sounds concerned, wanting nothing more than for you to enjoy yourself. As you’re about to answer, he hears someone call for him, one of his cousins. He lets out a tsk sound. “I’m sorry my love but I have to go, you know how my family can get.” He gently sets you down and heads over to his cousin, most likely talking about business. You lean back, alone again. You look down at  the box in your hands sighing, all you wanted was to spend time with your boyfriend. “Huh, I never thought I’d see you look so down.” You look up to see the where the familiar voice came from. Sai looks down and you, showing you a kind smile. “Sai! Oh thank goodness someone I know!” You stand up and hug him, relief flowing through your body. He chuckles, “I just saw Ryusui leave, guessing you can’t get a hold of him either?” You shake your head. “Your cousin just took him away from me…” you pick up the box, “I didn’t even give him his gift…” Sai gives you a soft smile. “Here let’s take it to the gift table, he’s bound to get it eventually.” As he leads you to the table, you see everything he’s received. Lamborghinis, Rolexes, Suits, Ships, and everything in between. You don’t know what you were thinking, he’s the richest man in the world, he could get anything he desired, so why would he want this little thing? “Actually Sai, I think I forgot it at home, I’m just gonna head out…” you tell him, hiding the box behind you. “But I thought that’s what the box…” he doesn’t finish the sentence when he sees the look on your face. “Ok then, at least let me walk you out.” He escorts you to a limo and waits until you drive off. As you sit in the limo, your eyes swell up, all the anxiety and loneliness finally sinks in as you reflect on tonight. Now all you wanted to do was go home.

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You sit in bed watching what was ever on this late at night when you hear a loud knock on the door. Startled, you cautiously head towards the door, looking through the peep hole. You can see Ryusui paving back and forth. “Ryusui?” You can barley open the door when he gives you the tightest bear hug known to man. “Ryu- wha- what’s wrong? Shouldn’t you be at the party?” He meets you face to face. “Sai said you left! Are you ok?! Why did you leave! Was it not fun?? Was someone harassing you?!” You’re completely puzzled by his behavior. He looks at you, desperately waiting for an answer. “I just…” you begin. You sigh and look away, feeling bad about leaving without telling him. “I just felt alone. You were talking to all these important people and I was just there. And those stupid girls, oh those girls were all over you! How am I supposed to compete with them? I just felt so out of place…” you try to keep your tears in but a few slip anyway. Ryusui holds your head toward him. “(Y/n) im so sorry you felt that way… you mean the world to me even if you aren’t some billionaire or gift me the most expensive thing in the world! And don’t worry about those girls, they’re nothing compared to your beauty and they definitely don’t have your kind heart. You’re the most important thing to me (y/n). You are what I desire most.” You hug him, burying your face in his chest, inhaling his strong cologne. Rubbing your eyes you step away. “Wait right here, I have to get you something.” You run into your bedroom and pull out that box you had before. “It’s no Rolex or keys to a Bugatti, but it’s the best I could do.” Ryusui gives you a genuine smile. “Please I have tons of those already, besides you know I love anything you give me.” As soon as he done carefully removing the ribbon, he opens the lid. He gasps, making you a little nervous. Inside there’s a small wooden boat that you carved yourself. He pulls it out. The detail perfect from the sails to the small steering wheel, and on the deck a man and his partner holding hands. “(Y/n)… you made this?” You nod, not able to tell if he liked it or not. He grabs your face and kisses you passionately. His happiness spreading throughout his body into you. As you part, he smiles and says, “Thank you (y/n). This is the best gift I could ever receive.” He cubs your cheek with his study hand. “It’s truly one of a kind…just like you.”

[spandexual]

Genshiro! I'm enjoying the morphing of genshiro in my mind from genba being like "hey i'm here for the threesome your husband invited me over for" to "hey the way he treats you kind of sucks, would you like an aquarium date and a shag to help you feel better" when taiya is preoccupied with sakito. Reminds me of the exaid crushes evolution

LOLLLLL yeah there's shades of that in there. I'm waiting with bated breath for The Reveal next week... we still know virtually nothing about WHY Taiya knows Genba or Ishiro, hopefully it's addressed sooner rather than later bc it's kind of a crazy thing to leave until the 30s lol.

But yeah I deffo see Genba being just a leeeetle judgemental of Taiya re: his treatment of ~Chasshiro~ and that evolving into something more. He clearly likes Jou or at least finds him and his smooth brain amusing, but it seems more playful with him, he seems softer with Ishiro in the admittedly few scenes they've had together. As for Ishiro omg just get a new boyfriend this one SUUUUUCKS and if it's the suspicious orange who's probably from space then well how is that any less alien than a zillionaire who's like 20. I know they said Taiya's supposed to be older than that bc Jou's supposed to be the youngest at 20 and then it's Mira > Ishiro (surprising to me, I would have thought he was supposed to be older given his job) > Taiya > Genba >Sakito but Taiya is the most Only Just Left His Teens And Now Thinks He's Grown character ever

[agentsherluke]

Thoughts on the conglomerate zillionaire president 👀 *kinda anxious since pax owns everything, not safe from digital footprint*

oh, marius? he's one hell of a brat but...i also consider him to be one of my closest friends.

i'll be honest, i did not get along with him in the beginning because of, you know, how he is. but he's a good person. he's nothing like those trashy tabloids make him out to be, so don't you go believing a word they say. he works harder than anybody else i know and the job he works is a thankless one, yet he never gives up on working to improve people's lives. i really admire him...

...don't tell him i said any of this, though, it'll fuel his ego way too much.

[gizmocreates]

It’s kind of wild that in like 50 years some director is going to make a movie about how the Titan sub incident victims actually discovered Atlantis and were saved by merpeople, with stockton rush portrayed as an evil but charismatic zillionaire that wants to steal some sort of ancient treasure from the titanic’s wreckage for his own ends

[underturnedapplecart]

Oh, your love language is receiving gifts? Here’s a gift written in my love language: debunking fuckery.

(Merry Christmas. I’m sorry or you’re welcome)

Today’s Moment of Science… Pop! There goes a few beliefs in pop-psychology.

- How much of your brain are you using? In the 2014 movie Lucy, Scarlet Johansson’s titular character takes a drug that allows her to access all of her brain and she gets goddamn super powers. In 2011’s Limitless, Bradley Cooper plays a struggling writer who gets a magic pill that lets him complete a manuscript in a weekend and become a zillionaire, which really under-sells the benefits of Adderall.

There’s some wild misconception that we only use 10% of our brains (Cooper is generously given 20% in Limitless). As much as I claim that drinking kills the dumb brain cells first, we use all of our brains. This myth likely started with early twentieth century psychologist William James. His work suggested that most people did not “live at their maximum of energy,” meaning we didn’t reach our full potential. Which… fair (and rude). This started showing up in print in the late 1920s as the ten percent myth. It’s sometimes misattributed to Einstein. When reached for comment, Einstein said “I didn’t fucking say that.”

- INFJ? ESTF? GTFO. Katharine Cook Briggs and her daughter, Isabel Briggs Myers, started working together on personality-typing during WWII. Briggs got way into Carl Jung’s work on personality, skipped the academic nonsense and went straight into the hard work of making shit up.

The test gained popularity with social science institutions for decades anyway. Some employers today even ask job candidates for their results from the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator assessment (MBTI). But a 1993 article stated there was “insufficient evidence to support the tenets of and claims about the utility of the test,” and reviews have not improved since. I’d critique the peer reviewed studies published by the mother-daughter duo, but they never produced any.

MBTI is largely viewed as pseudoscience, as are most of the popular online personality tests. None will really predict personality over the course of a lifetime because, contrary to popular belief, personality traits aren’t immutable. Hell, these tests are barely predictive of the results from one time a person takes the test to the next. About half of people get different results with the MBTI when taking evaluations a month apart (I’m rarely an extrovert twice in a row). That’s not a personality change, and it’s certainly not science. That’s a shitty MySpace quiz with no measurable benefits over astrology.

- The Bystander Effect sounds terrifying. The way I first heard it, a crowd watched a woman being raped and murdered in broad daylight and did nothing. Witnesses may figure it’s someone else’s responsibility and opt to not get involved. You’re virtually no safer for the presence of strangers than you would be alone. But hey, the cops will definitely be there to help in two minutes if someone just calls them.

This one is lazy copaganda taken from a dramatic reimagining of the 1964 murder of Kitty Genovese. Published by the New York Times a few weeks after the fact, it claimed 38 witnesses ignored her cries for help. In reality, she was attacked and killed at 3am in a neighborhood where 38 people likely weren’t even awake. It wasn’t broad daylight, nobody saw the entire attack, and there were maybe a dozen total “witnesses,” most of whom only heard her yelling but didn’t realize what was happening. Multiple people attempted to contact the police.

Though some experimental results suggest the bystander effect is real, hear me out, reality itself might be a better gauge of how often people help in reality. A 2019 analysis of crimes caught on surveillance footage showed that bystanders intervene over 90% of the time. The more bystanders, the better the chances that one of them would act.

- The Dunning-Kruger effect is often simplified down to “stupid person is too stupid to comprehend the depths of their own stupidity.” This is held in contrast with experts who understand how vast an entire field of study is, conversely leading them to underestimate their skills. When someone drops into my comments section telling me, a chemist, that I should educate myself about their definitely real chemical-free diet, someone might call this an example of the Dunning-Kruger Effect.

But the effect is about skills, not intelligence or being wrong. Someone with a low degree of skill in a particular area may have a bit of unearned confidence specifically with regards to that set of skills.

That is, if this isn’t all just statistical noise. Newer studies (that never even set out to disprove the idea) produced data that suggest people are pretty good at estimating their skill level, but we all have a tendency to think we’re above average. The degree to which this effect occurs and what the cause(s) might be are still being poked at.

So is that ‘chemical free diet’ an example of the Dunning-Kruger effect? Without more information, we just know that person’s wrong. If the effect is real, a more clear example might involve scientists wandering off from their field of study. A Nobel Prize winning quantum physicist who’s high on the smell of their own farts might, with great confidence, say some daffy shit about vitamin megadoses (I see you, Linus Pauling). Similarly, medical doctors seem so highly skilled, lest their confidence propel them to look like utter buffoons when they talk about quantum mechanics (yes, Deepak Chopra is a real medical doctor).

Of course, this isn’t to be confused with the Dunning Kruger Erect, which is when a man is overly confident in his ability to satisfy a woman.

(My Mother is very proud of me.)

- What’s your love language? Author of The Five Love Languages series, Gary Chapman, cracked this special code to help you better communicate love with your partner. Chapman, who has a PhD and hosts a radio talk-show, defines ‘love language’ as how someone prefers to receive love. The list includes physical touch, acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time, and words of affirmation. Sounds plausible. Ish.

But love languages aren’t even slightly grounded in science. These books were initially published as Christian literature, which makes sense since Chapman was a Baptist pastor. Knowing he has a PhD, I thought he might have pulled from experiences in clinical work as a therapist, but this motherfucker has never been a licensed therapist of any sort. His PhD from goddamn bible college is in adult education. He’s also listed as a contributor to Focus on the Family, an organization that’s focused mainly on homophobia. Chapman isn’t promoting evidence-based advice to help communicate love. He’s barely not a bible salesman, promoting a lame version of Christianity.

This has been your Moment of Science, pretty sure Freud would have had a field day with being told by a sweary divorcee with a praise kink how much of his field has amounted to birdcage lining.

[safesthaveninexistence]

I'm As Famous As The Beatles, If Not More✨ VAUNT

The way I changed the world is unprecedented. I got women all over the world fanning over me. Women and men universally pass out in my presence. I keep breaking record after record. Simply put, I singlehandedly changed the world on The Beatles level. My influence looms large. Everyone who I have ever been a fan of puts me on the pedestal. I am too Universally special. My style changed with the times and so did the supporters and my loyal followers. I am so groundbreaking. I ushered in a new type of thinking and energetically existing. I inspire unrivaled frenzy. They ask me how all the time, and even then I'm not entirely sure. I got my own version of Beatlemania 'cept it's Antonellamania and the Antonellamania immeasurably surpasses Beatlemania. I'm a phenomenon unlike anything the world has ever seen, before or since. No one disputes that I'm talented, stunningly beautiful, and charming. I also have/had the extraordinary luck to come along at precisely the right moment. I have boys and men girls and women of ALL age fainting, weeping, and peeing themselves en masse. Even as battalions of policemen herded them behind fences and barricades. And always, of course: the screaming. It's pandemonium everytime I'm around. I got unrivaled talent and fortuitous timing. I got that spark that we all know but can’t put their finger on. I reached a level of success that was so extraordinary and improbable that I soon began suffocating under its weight while remaining beyond grateful for it all. I'm the only one on the planet who truly knows firsthand how it feels like to instantly become a Zillionaire at the age of 25 so fast through quantum Leaping. I have amazing memories from being a Zillionaire. I invade and conquered the world. I rule and dominate the world. I exude a kind of sublimated sexual energy, coupled with a tender sensibility. I ooze that androgynous vibe. They swoon over my tenderness and vulnerability. It's all over the fucking news how Antonellamania seized the entire human population. Everytime I get off the plane, I'm greeted by thousands and thousands of die-hard fans. I universally represent all people. I'm the most unrivaled trendsetter. I'm new. I'm worldwide famous for doing the one thing that's of utmost importance to me. I said I was going to reach the very top and guess what I reached the very top. I went to the utmostly toppermost of the utmostly poppermost. I rapidly climb up each steps of the ladder and even then, I didn't even realize what was to come. My international success is unsurpassably meteoric. I am slingshotted into the national limelight. Everyone feels universally connected to me. I am having way too much fun being a worldwide famous Zillionaire. They endlessly cheer so loudly for me and celebrate me so loudly. If someone scores the soccer goal that earned them the World Cup there's the LOUDEST cheer and just by me even moving my head is an equivalent to scoring the World Cup goal. I am just too ridiculously successful. The intensity of the adulation I receive is compared to religious fervor and female/male masturbation fantasy. I receive deity-like worship. They approach me because they know I have God-Tier supernatural powers. I established my international stature, and my unprecedented domination of the national sales charts was mirrored in all the countries. It's universally agreed I became more popular than Jesus. I surpassed any previous examples of fan worship in its intensity and scope. Antonellamania became the subject of analysis by psychologists, sociologists and physicists. I surpassed the breadth and depth of the Beatles' fandom and its cultural impact. Everywhere I go I attract unrivaled fan frenzy. Fervent, riotous response from fans everywhere I go. My success is the CRAZIEST even the government have to get involved over the thousands of police officers putting themselves at risk to protect me. I've surpassed the beatles' total of 25 Guinness World Records with my world-shattering 100+ Guinness World Records.

[voidsteffy]

Hi! Loved your response to my SSR knowledge questionnaire!

Also, could you rate every SSR Villain from all his movies out of 10, with reasons provided please?

Also also, thoughts on the upcoming SSR/Mahesh Babu movie? What's your theories on what the movie could be about given the limited plot details about it being an adventure movie inspired by the Indiana Jones movies?

haha thanks for another ask!

It's been a long time since I watched Student No. 1 so I can't really rate whatever obstacle in that movie

Simhadri - 3, from what I remember feeling, it was like the story was the villain. Villain wasn't villaining that much if ykwim

Sye - 7, I love dumb villains

Chatrapathi - 9, the villains in this are pretty much like colonisers which is what i love about this movie (among the other fabulous things about it). they're genuinely evil, they don't give a fuck about anyone but themselves and rule like an iron fist gripping a mound of sand

Vikramarkudu - 10, just for the oily curly hair that gives me my hair goals😍😍

Yamadonga - 2, again, villain wasn't villaining. the actual thug they hired wasn't even there for 20 minutes. Mahi's relatives can go get whipped (literally)

Magadheera - 9, he's so evil I love it. no tragic backstory, no psychosis story, he's just possessive (the lengths I go to defend tall men, sigh, fml) and an absolute asshole.

Maryada Ramanna - 1 (and only because I can't give it a 0). i get that family feud is the real villain but nope. NOPE. you ain't killing YOUR OWN FAMILY MEMBER because he's more humane than you. Also, I hate the hypocrisy in their we-can-only-kill-outside-the-house-because-house-blesses-family theory . Speaking like that, Veturi said "Jagamantha Kutumbam Naadi" (the world is my family) so what then huh Reddy gaaru?

Eega - 10 (and only because I can't give it 1000). by now you must have understand that I love villains who are unapologetically assholes. He's rich, and he wants to keep it that way. So he killed his best friend for money. So what? He was annoyingly right anyway, no use. Sudeep is the perfect maniac obsessed zillionaire that I would want to kill as a fly.

Bahubali The Beginning - 5, I kinda don't like amped up villains. Bijjala does good, but I draw the line at the Pandit making evil faces at thin air in the middle of celebrations. Bhalla isn't a villain in my opinion, he's a smol bean who is a rich dad's spoiled brat. Being evil and underappreciated is the only thing he knows my poor baby. (@juhiiiiii gets me on this topic, don't you agree akkay?)

Bahubali The Conclusion - 3, you know why honey. I desperately wanted to beg Rajamouli to read the books (at least the first one) to make him realize how ooc Sivagami was. But Bijjala is properly characterised I must say.

RRR - 5, I want a 3D British colonizer for once.

Also also, thoughts on the upcoming SSR/Mahesh Babu movie? What's your theories on what the movie could be about given the limited plot details about it being an adventure movie inspired by the Indiana Jones movies?

I don't make the mistake of creating expectations in my mind for SSR's movies before 2 months of the release. I did that for Bahubali 2 (as did the entire world right?) and for Maryada Ramanna, and Yamadonga. I honestly can't picture Mahesh Babu as anything but a preacher or a politician or a police officer. But let me just say this: the last time MB wore a cowboy hat on an adventure, it was either horrible box office numbers:

(Movie: Takkari Donga)

or mindblowing box office numbers

(Movie: Athadu)

thanks for the ask!