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[taertime]

Mushroom House: A Whimsical Wonderland (Set 910037)

G’Day Taeries and Taerettes! We’re back with another cracking Lego review here at TaerTime. As always, check out the YouTube video just above for all the laughs, close-ups, and banter about this delightful set. Today, we’re venturing into the whimsical world of the Mushroom House, part of the BrickLink Designer Program Series 2 (2024). Ready to dive into this fungi-tastic set? Let’s jump in and…

[pearwaldorf]

David Zaslav deserves to be up against the wall for many, many reasons, but the primary one for me is he cut 20% of a show where I can see the gaps that desperately need filling. The writers did an excellent job with what they had! But it shows, and it fucking sucks.

[luvvixu]

how to tame your boyfriend

content: bf!gojo, mentioned of sex and sexual stuffs, 16+, fluff, drabble, does not contain any smut, i think gojo's like this can't blame me

wanna know how to tame your annoying (and horny) boyfriend when your flight is delayed?

that's very easy. just buy him some lego and he would go on instant mute.

"i can't believe you really bought satoru—a full 27 years old ass man—a set of legos?" your friend from the other line, shoko, wheeze and at the same time confused for your action to tame your boyfriend.

sighing hardly while massaging your temple, you answered. "i had to, sho. he won't stop bothering me to have a quickie since our flight was delayed and he was bored."

your flight overseas was delayed for three hours because of some maintenance needed to be checked in the aircraft. now, satoru thought it is a good idea to spend those three hours having a passionate fornication.

of course you immediately dislike the idea even though you are tempted too. you value your morals, ethics, and dignity. unlike your boyfriend, he has no shame and would even proudly tell some random people that you are his by some marks solely created.

"could've played with his phone but seriously, why lego?" shoko was still laughing, now that you opened your camera and showed her your boyfriend who's literally sitting on the airport floor with bricks of lego on his hands.

satoru looked so focused and unbothered, which is an extremely good thing—like he couldn't stop whispers in your ears, whining about how needy he is right now and how badly he wanted you. but now he's occupied, it is the greatest relief for you.

"first, his phone is dead and was tempt to buy a new fucking phone just because he said charging using a power bank takes a lot of time. had to smack the shit outta him and force him to get out of the apple store."

yep, the idiot forgot to charge his phone before you left for the airport. now his phone is dead, the desire to buy a new one instead of waiting for his phone to be charged in a powerbank is crazy. although, money is not a problem for the head of the gojo clan—he got figures that cost more, more, more than your annual salary.

"second, lego made him focused and entertained on building it, not for having scandalous sex with me. i feel like he's being my child than being my boyfriend at this moment." you joked, lowering your voice so your big baby wouldn't hear you.

"you said it yourself that satoru is a full package." shoko rolled her eyes, but she's not wrong tho. satoru is everything, he could easily afford things and could even make some things impossible to possible.

"touché."

shoko let out a laugh. "anyway, gotta go now. got a client in an hour so bye my boo, mwa!" sending also a virtual flying kiss to your platonic friend, you both bid a farewell to with sweet smile on your faces.

as you ended the call, you turned your attention to your boyfriend who's now almost done on his lego that he's been occupying himself for like an hour now.

you made to take some photo of him and post it on your close friends in instagram because this scene of your boyfriend is literally a wholesome and definitely iconic. satoru glanced at you when he heard you giggle at some adorable shots of your boyfriend.

"what are you laughing at?" your boyfriend glanced up to you, confused and warily.

you shook your head, holding your laughter to not raise any suspicion. "nothing babe, just focus on fishing your lego instead of other things."

satoru showed you the figure "oh but i'm finished and we still have like an hour before our flight…" he paused. your mouth hangs wide, questioning about how the hell he builds almost five hundred tiny pieces in just an hour?! truly your boyfriend was really something but this is wild.

"how did you—"

"can we have a quickie now?" satoru smiles sheepishly.

your face turns more sour at his shameless request. although you understand that satoru is a man in need, but his neediness sometimes is really out of place and it took a lot of effort just to stop him from doing so.

"no, satoru. instead, we're going to have a quickie stop at the lego shop to buy you some more entertainment."

your boyfriend pouted at your answer like a hurdled puppy. "but i'm enjoying it more when i'm inside you."

that completely took you off guard.

"... tempting but no."

©luvvixu2023

[modelbus]

can i request a reader (with sbi and also separate) who’s rich rich like she was born with a gold spoon and whenever she gives them gifts or treats them food they feel bad BAHAHAHA but it's just readers love language

can this be a drabble or whatever you can do :DD

I got your other message saying you wanted headcannons, so here you go! No wilbur for obvious reasons.

Included: Cc!Tommy, Cc!Phil, Cc!Techno, + all of them (platonic)

Rich Reader Headcannons

Tommy

Unapologetic about using your money.

He cares at first, and even when you say you’re paying he’ll order cheap things from restaurants, but after you give him the go ahead he will be a menace

Expect to lose all your money to Legos, his one true addiction.

“I could stream building this one, but this one would look so good in my room…” Tommy mumbles, squinting at two Lego boxes. You’re starting to regret letting him talk you into stopping by the store for what he said would be a quick visit.

It’s been two hours.

“Just get them both, Tom.” You finally sigh.

He lights up, no better than a kid on Christmas Day. “Fuck yeah!”

He’s money conscious, and will still note the price of things, but after he gets used to it he’s fine with you paying.

Doesnt blink twice at gifts.

You get this man anything and he will GOBBLE it up. Give him an Apple Watch? Great, his forever, he’s already wearing it. Give him a toothpick? He’s using it, perfect.

Won’t ask you to pay, and is very willing if you don’t want to, but let’s be real you always do pay.

He’ll say “thank you” at least. Five days later, maybe, when he finally remembers, but he says it!!

Talks you into buying things that you don’t need.

”I mean, you have the money. Y’know. Just saying.”

Phil

This man hates it, change my mind.

It’s a competition to see who can pay first with this man, and he does it out of pure spite.

Actually, he does it because he wants you to feel normal and not like you have to pay because you’re rich.

“I have the money, Phil!” You insist, holding your card.

“And I don’t care. I already gave them my card, I’m paying.”

When you make a stupid financial decision and buy a $1,000 lightsaber (blame Tommy), he just kinda sighs at you.

If you approach him for financial advice, he will genuinely tell you helpful things as if you weren’t incredibly rich.

He accepts your gifts, but always makes sure to somehow give you one in return.

maybe not of equal value… he isn’t as rich as you… but of equal love <3

Techno

Have you SEEN this man’s setup? He is in NO POSITION to decline gifts.

Will secretly be desperately in need of literally anything and just. Wont get it. So you end up buying it for him…

You order him food online to have it delivered to him and man just won’t say thank you. He’s rather awkwardly send you a photo of the food on his desk, entirely eaten.

Or he’ll just drop a photo of his new setup in discord for you.

He will “anonymously” acknowledge you when he streams/records a video on his new gear though.

“And if you’ve noticed this video came much faster than normal, it’s because of a new PC which runs at light speed.” He zooms into the face of his Minecraft character. “It’s not a toaster guys! Praise the rich gods!”

He literally can’t afford to buy you gifts in return.

Well he COULD but that man sees the shipping and is horrified.

His gifts in return are those photos of whatever you give him.

Techno genuinely is VERY appreciative though!! Like you are practically saving this man’s life by buying him shit.

He won’t ask for anything, you’ve just got to use your gut instinct to figure out what to give him.

All

Having all three to spend money on is a DREAM for you.

Phil forces Tommy to say “thank you” every single time. Repeatedly.

Techno sends his photos in the group discord, and Tommy will jokingly rage that he didn’t get a new PC or something that Techno did.

Paying when you all go to eat is a competition of speed between you and Phil. He started getting sneaky and approaching the waiter/waitress before they even brought the bill.

So you had to compromise and agree to give your cards to the waiter and let them pick a card at random.

(you win most times because you’ve got a fancy ass card)

For your birthday they tend to kidnap you from your bed and take you to do a surprise so you can’t find a way to pay or something 😭

They’re all in awe of your house, meaning you love having them over!!

Best vlogs occur at your house, let’s be honest

[gremlingottoosilly]

Oh my god, asks are open! Hey how are you?? And what are your favourite König AUs' counterparts??

Asks are still closed, actually, I just used the opportunity to promote my Instagram. But...for my top Konig AUs, I have these ones! 1) Mafia Konig. Oh how I love this man. I honestly don't know much about Austrian criminal life, but I just know that this man is the perfect jaded ex-soldier who came out of service, saw how the system treats its veterans, and decided to seize power for himself. He is cool, strong - his awkwardness and inability to socialize casually is almost going unnoticed as he seeks retired soldiers to make up his crime group, getting control over drug and weapons market. With his connections in all of Central Europe and slowly creeping onto the Eastern part and illegal gun and oil deals, the only thing he is lacking is a pretty girl on his lap, making him feel good. He doesn't like escorts, often leaving bad taste in his mouth - but he sees you, a pretty girl working in a cafe that he owns, in a flower shop that is just a front for his business, in some shabby tourist establishment made to get tourists on cheaply produced drugs...you're innocent, you have no idea about the dangers around you - but don't worry, he is cynical for both of you. 2) Loser!Konig Seeing this big guy with a big title and money and even a house being a complete loser for you is...something. He is dangerous, of course, always getting borderline or straight-up obsessive, so down and for you it's horrible - but the again, he is the only guy to ever love you like this...so, why not give him a chance? Yes, he will hunt you down and out you on his basement by the end of the week because he has no idea what the hell courting is but, then again, he would also give you some interesting lecture about lego and war history.

3) Monster!Konig Obviously, having this giant eldritch horror dude so down bad for you is exciting to write! This version of Konig is mainly a tsundere type, he is acting cold because monsters value power and he doesn't want to seem too soft with his little pet wife - but don't worry, he is soft and warm behind the closed doors, always allowing you to have something nice for yourself. This version of him tights with oviposition, obviously. He is using your fertile, lush body to carry his eggs - so be prepared for all the exciting thing about pregnancy, but over and over again, with Konig cooing over you as he finally mates you for hours on end... 4) Dilf!Konig This bastard uses his kid to maintain contact with you, and he is not even ashamed! It's honestly horrible( he doesn't like to talk to his kid, so he took you in as either willing or a kidnapped nanny, and then proceeded to breed another child into you just because this guy has a major breeding kink, but can't take care of children( He will pay for everything, at least, even hiring some help to make everything a bit easier for you - but god, he starts to like his kids only when you're playing with them...

[kentocidal]

MAKING A HOME .txt

USERS: ochaco uraraka x afab!fem!reader

WARNING! THIS FILE IS CORRUPTED WITH THE FOLLOWING MALWARE: infidelity, mommy kink, light vouyerism, oral (f!receiving), fingering, fantasies, dom!ochaco

NOTES: repost from my old blog. lightly proofread. everyone say welcome back woodrow. ~3.1k words.

ochaco was… well, she was overwhelmed, to state it simply.

she had always dreamt of a perfect life without having to care about money, and she got it. she had always dreamt of being an amazing and helpful hero, and she got that, too. and finally, she had always dreamt of being a wife and a mother. she had managed to achieve that as well, having a powerful husband and two little children running around at her ankles whenever she returned home, always happy to see mommy.

but, as life always goes, she was still unsatisfied.

marrying a high-school sweetheart was the wish of every woman, of course. she had thought herself lucky to have found someone so young. izuku had been the man of her dreams for quite some time, but they sealed the deal in third year after two long school years filled with pining.

and he had fulfilled her in the only ways he knew how: he was sweet, funny, bashful… but he was quick to rise in the ranks. he married her and it was all for the public. and then he got busier and busier, less caring to her and more work-oriented. she was lucky if he saw him twice a day. she was often left alone with the heavy burden of being a hero and a mother of two young children that took after their rowdy father.

she was overwhelmed. and she was exhausted. which is why she put out an ad under a pseudonym, looking for a full-time babysitter to help her with her woes.

that’s how she ended up with you at her doorstep, nervously clutching your purse that held your printed resume and a reference from your old job.

you loved kids. you loved being around them, caring for them, and just helping other parents take a break. you had left your previous job at a daycare to pursue the nanny life, wanting to help shape kids who needed some extra time.

but all of that went out the window when pro-hero uravity was the one opening the door, looking tired and a little messy and oh so beautiful.

she was your favorite pro. you had admired her from afar, watching her slowly rise in the ranks and admiring her honesty for why she was a hero in the first place. you valued her strengths and honestly didn’t understand why she wasn’t as popular as her husband. now she was standing in front of you, pink cheeks swelled and soft from her older age of thirty five, robe tied loosely around her and hugging her round figure. she was built on dense muscle but she was soft in the middle from having two kids and it looked spectacular on her.

the two of you sized one another up. you swallowed a little, and opened your mouth to say something, but a sudden crash resounded from the living room, making both of you jolt.

“haru! tadashi! what are you two doing in there?!” ochaco nervously shouted back, stepping into the house and leaving enough entryway for you to go in. your feet moved before your brain could compute, and you hurried into the living room, shucking your purse and shoes in the foyer before heading in.

“hi guys,” you smiled at the two kids (which, notably, looked almost exactly like izuku did). one of them, whose freckles stuck out on his cheeks and neck, immediately hopped to his feet. “mommy! mommy! a stranger’s in here!”

“it’s fine, i’m a friend!” you quickly shook your head and surveyed the damage. the boys had been building an unstable lego tower, which had crashed completely onto the glass coffee table. the other boy hopped to his feet too, following his older brother. “stranger! get out!”

“it’s fine, guys, really.” you laughed and dropped to your knees, looking over the base of the structure. “what were you guys building?”

the eldest, still skeptical of your arrival, squinted at you. “we were rebuilding the tokyo tower, but haru pushed it over.”

“did not!” the youngest, now identified as haru, pouted and stamped his foot into the carpet.

“did too!”

“did n-”

“you guys need a stronger base.” you hastily interrupted their bickering by sweeping the fallen pieces onto the floor, making them forget their plight and turn to you as you started to explain. “the tower is big at the bottom and gets smaller towards the top. if you want to make a smaller one, you have to make it nice and big at the bottom. look.”

the two boys sat and watched you build a square base for their tower with rapt attention, nodding along. the eldest, most likely tadashi, punched his hand into his fist. “that makes more sense! it won’t fall so easy if it's big on the bottom!”

“uh, yeah!” haru nodded, not understanding quite as much but clearly wanting to seem cool. you smiled anyway and passed them the blocks that you had in your hands.

“here, keep going. you’ll have your own tokyo tower soon.”

they both start to continue to build up and up, and you get to your feet and dust your knees off, finally turning to where your gracious, gorgeous host was watching, slack-jawed.

your face heated a bit in your own embarrassment; you really had just intruded on her home and stepped into a situation she could have handled. you walked up to her, wringing your hands together. “mrs. midoriya-”

“they’ve never calmed down so quickly.” she steepled her hands under her nose, watching her boys - her rowdy, loud, over-excitable boys - play calmly as if nothing had happened.

you glanced between the children and ochaco before just smiling sheepishly. “i, uh… i’ve always been really good with kids. i love them.”

ochaco was quiet for a moment, glancing you up and down, making your face feel ever-hotter under her clearly appreciative gaze.

she dropped her hands from her face and shoved one out towards you, her pinky curled into her palm to prevent you from floating when you took it to shake.

“you’re hired.”

you lived in the house for a short month, and in that time you had come to know the inner workings of the midoriya’s.

their home was only happy to the press. you had maybe met pro-hero deku exactly once, when he stopped home for dinner. he had looked at you with his brows furrowed, asking ochaco who you were and why you were occupying the guest room. ochaco was happy to explain that she needed the help with the kids between her work, because she worked too, which he seemed to always forget.

he had had the gall to nod, smile at you in greeting, and then ask ochaco when dinner was going to be served because he had a meeting to get to across japan.

you had decided, then, that the big pro-hero deku wasn’t as jovial as the tabloids had made him out to be.

you were the one to help dress the kids for school. you brushed out their unruly hair and made sure they ate all of their breakfast. you walked them to school, and then you went back to your new home to watch ochaco bustle around in a frenzy before going to her agency to start patrol.

she always gave you a tight hug in the morning before she left. always. with each hug you felt yourself falling more and more in love with her.

you knew she was out of your league, of course. she was a pro-hero, a married one at that. you couldn’t be crushing on the woman you so graciously took you in when you were looking for a job. but you couldn’t help it. you had slowly became her rock, the one to rely on instead of her always-away husband who barely made time for her or his children.

it was one event that shifted the dynamic between you two and left you with far more questions than you had answers to.

she had known you were home. she had to have. you had dropped a pot in the kitchen while cleaning up. and yet here you were, standing in the darkened hallway while the white light of the bathroom poured out through the crack in the ajar door.

it was late. the boys were asleep. you two were the only ones awake. she had gone in to shower. she should know better than to leave the door open, and yet…

she shed her towel. there she was, standing there in the bathroom, hair wet and dripping all down her tanned skin and perky breasts and soft tummy and thick, thick thighs, and…

you lost your breath. her nipples were hard from the cold and you could see the way the water droplets glistened on them. she was so full, so full of life and beauty and honestly in your opinion she looked like such a goddess.

you hadn’t realized you were panting the slightest bit and staring at her until you glanced up towards her pretty, round face and caught you. her honey brown eyes locked onto yours, and all you could do was quickly turn and walk away, hurrying down the hall into your room.

you closed and locked the door, fully intending to simply forget the interaction, but it was seared into the backs of your eyelids.

you had seen her carnally. and now you wanted to know her that way, too.

after that it became a spiral. you tried to focus on work but she was only wearing robes around the house after patrols, using excuse after excuse as to why she didn’t want to wear proper clothes. but when she did, they were tight, short numbers that made you drool without realizing it. she was coming onto you and you weren’t sure whether to consider yourself the luckiest girl alive or the worst person on the planet.

because yeah, ochaco was in a rough place with deku. she could just want to use you… or maybe not.

you honestly didn’t know and couldn’t tell.

the air between the both of you after that altercation was thick and laced with hunger and tension, making you shake in your shoes. you didn’t want to get the wrong impression.

but ochaco was tired of you dancing around her like she was a fragile option. she was tired of it, three months in, and she simply couldn’t do it anymore.

you had dropped the boys off at school and came home with the intent to clean. to your surprise, ochaco was in the kitchen, looking out through the window over the sink and sipping a cup of tea in that beautiful pink robe she loved to wear around you.

you swallowed a little and set your purse on the island. “mrs. midoriya? whatre you doing home?”

“i took the day off.” she set the now empty mug into the sink and turned her head a little to look at you over her shoulder.

“o-oh,” you stuttered, trying to look everywhere but at her.

that was the final mistake you would make.

ochaco turned and quickly approached you, hands coming down hard on either side of you on the island, caging you in. you yelped in surprise and let your eyes go wide as you stared at her.

“m-mrs.-“

“do you think i’m pretty?”

you stared at her. what?

she didn’t like your silence and it showed in her gaze. “i asked you a question. i pay you to be honest to me. tell me. do you think i’m pretty, y/n? attractive?”

you bit down on your lip before taking in a deep breath. “y-yes. i t-think you’re… i think you’re so beautiful.” and that was the truth, because you had spent many a night locked in your room with your fingers plunged deep in your cunt, trying to bring yourself to release while thinking about her, her, her.

her pink cheeks warmed up the slightest bit more. “you do? you think that?”

“yes,” you managed, more confidently this time, and she must’ve liked that answer because she grinned at you before forcefully pressing those pillow-plush lips to yours.

your hands easily found her shoulders, squeezing them and whimpering. you pushed at her shoulders, suddenly remembering where you were, and she pulled away to shake her head. “deku isn’t coming home today. he doesn’t want me - you do.”

“mrs.-“

“you don’t have to call me that anymore, y/n.” she shook her head, lifting a hand to touch your cheek. “just call me ochaco. or mommy. mommy would be nice coming from you, pretty thing…”

who was this and where was ochaco?!

but, then again… you knew better than to disrespect or disobey a pro-hero. you knew a lot better. you didn’t answer her as you leaned to catch her lips again, and she sighed gently at your ambition.

your lips meshed with hers with sudden ease, the softness of her chapstick making it easier for you. her tongue pushed its way into your mouth, her hands sliding along the island to your sides, sneaking up under your shirt and making you jump.

“shhh, it’s alright. it’s just us…” she cooed against your lips, feeling for the hem to start taking you out of your shirt. you just let her, lifting your arms over your head and watching the way her pupils dilated in the lights of the kitchen when she saw the clean expanse of your skin, lacking the battle scars her own torso adorned. she bit on her lip and reached around you to unclasp your bra, and you let it fall to the floor, your nipples hardening under the sudden cold air of the kitchen.

she let out a breath. “i knew you were perfect, gosh…” her soft hand enveloped one of your tits, squeezing before moving to flick your nipple, making you jump and whimper through your teeth.

“come on y/n. you wanna see me again? i know you were staring when i left the door open. i wanted you to come in…”

your head was swimming. she really wanted you? your hands moved without your consent to the fuzzy piece of fabric holding her robe closed, and she allowed you to untie it and let the clothing drop to the floor. she had absolutely nothing on under it, and you practically moaned when you saw how perfect she was.

she smiled and blushed, as if she was the least bit bashful, before her hands were sliding down your navel to your jeans button, and you nodded just barely. she wasn’t looking, she didn’t care - she was going to do it anyway.

she shucked you of your clothes and finally looked at your face again, smiling at your embarrassed expression before leaning to peck your lips. her fingers slid down, down, down between your legs, dancing over your thighs before her finger dipped between your wet folds, making you absolutely keen.

she cooed at that. “oh, sweetheart, you’re soaked. don’t make a mess on the tile, baby, you’ll have to clean it up.”

you nodded, already desperate for her touch. her free hand held onto your hip as she started to rub her finger against your clit with the collected juices, making your legs tense and your head drop back. “ochaco, please…”

“please what?”

“you know…?”

“i don’t, baby. you have to use your words.”

“please, want your fingers in, please…” you looked at her desperately, and she giggled at your expression before her index finger dipped into your tight hole, making you moan and grip the island.

“you like that? that’s what you need, baby?”

“y-yes! ‘chaco, please, please touch…”

“i know. i’ll take care of you. mommy knows best.” she purred and pushed a second finger into your tight cunt, her lips connecting with your neck to suck a hickey low down on your collarbone. it made you whine out, white-knuckling the counter underneath you.

she knew just how to curl her fingers, just how to jerk her thumb against your clit to make you jolt, just how to mouth at your jaw to make you weaker in the knees.

you had never gotten so close to the edge before.

“please! gotta cum, ‘chaco, gotta cum!”

“babygirl wants to cum? you have to say please.”

“please! please, please, please, please lemme cum-!”

she hummed against your jugular as if in thought, feeling the way your cunt fluttered around her fingers, before she giggled. “fine, cum or don’t cum at all, baby.”

your eyes rolled back as your whole body tensed up tight, seeing the stars in the night sky as you gushed around her fingers.

she fucked you through your orgasm before gently hooking her hands around your knees to drop you down to the floor. her clean hand went to the back of your head, and she tugged you forward in your haze.

“be a good girl, baby. you know what to do.”

her wet hand went down between her own thighs, spreading her folds and letting you get a good look at the glistening sheen of her cunt in the sickly kitchen light. “you gonna be good?”

you didn’t even need to answer. you were already burying your face between those folds, licking eagerly at her fluttering hole before sliding your mouth up to her clit and sucking.

she moaned softly, always modest and gentle. her hips rolled rhythmically down against your tongue, and her eyes never left yours while you licked and lapped and sucked at her for dear life.

“that’s it baby. you gonna make mommy cum? you gonna make me feel so good, huh? yeah? what a good girl, shit…”

you had never heard her swear before. she was so beautiful, rocking her hips down against your face. you were barely able to breathe but you didn’t care, hands grabbing at her thighs to pull her closer to yourself and try to savor the moment for as long as possible.

her moans grew in pitch and fervor, the hand on the back of your head curling and gripping you tight.

“good girl, good girl, gonna cum in your mouth, oh fuck-!”

she whined so prettily for you when she gushed onto your tongue that you yourself moaned, rendering you speechless while you watched the flush overtake her chest snd shoulders.

you licked at her clit through her orgasm before she was pushing you back gently. she leaned down to kiss your lips softly.

“you have to get cleaned up for the next round in a little bit. but you should fix up some salad first for the both of us. alright?”

“yes mommy.”

[bomber-grl]

Valentines Day with Hiro!! °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

~ Pairing(s): Hiro Hamada x Gn!Reader (no pronouns used)

~ Credit 4 dividers: 1st one:@kiyaedits second one: @cafekitsune

Before being in a relationship, Hiro had never given Valentines Day much thought

Usually aunt Cass would buy him and Tadashi some chocolates but that was in previous years

So, because of that blud does NOT even think about you

In his defense spending Valentines Day alone was his usual so 💀

Anyway

He only remembers the day or two before when he’s hanging out with his group of friends at SFIT

The conversation is that of usual but then the conversation takes a dive in another direction

They start talking about Valentine’s Day in which just makes them turn to Hiro and starts teasing him

In which he just leaves

He’s a bit embarrassed if anything and 💯 percent feeling awkward but he eventually decides to plan something for it because he actually likes you

Which isn’t surprising (only semi since he’s…him)

So he texts you to get ready tomorrow because you’re obviously gonna hang out

The way he texts it is sooo ominous..?

Like he’d text something like “get ready”

And you’d be like “for what…?”

And he’d just reply with “I’m coming for you”

Obviously he eventually just tells you that he’d want to meet up after classes at SFIT but at that moment you’re just there like is this a threat???

Anyway the day of Valentines Day comes and you’re finally leaving your last lecture

Well once you step out of the entrance of the campus you spot someone

Obviously that someone being Hiro and he has some “cringe” valentines things in his hand

How he got the money? Idk just make up your own headcanons-

He does commissions, for what ? Idk

He has the whole set

Flowers, chocolate, etc

If you don’t like either he got something else you like because of course he did)

Despite Hiros usual “tsundere” demeanor when around you- currently his face was ablaze and he refused to meet your gaze

He almost shoved the stuff into your hands but he wasn’t going to be rude just because of how easy he flusters 💀

Anyway, much to his surprise you’ve got something for him too

There was no way

literally no WAY that you’d forget, even if his stupid ahh almost did

And so you handed him a part of your gift to him

They were flowers

which honestly surprised him

He has never and I mean NEVER cared for flowers

But he’ll always cherish the Lego flowers you spent a good amount on just to give them to him

In all honesty hiro never cared for Valentine’s Day before

But rn he really saw its appeal

And ofc this is the one time where hiro who usually isn’t too keen on physical touch and if anything is more like a cat- decides to hug you

Anyway, what he planned really depends on you

I’d see him really enjoying just going out places that you both like and just spending time together.

So imagine a picnic, movie night, getting takeout

Mostly what his jam would be

Now let’s say you’re particularly keen on spoiling him

Well, he’s deceased

Really

He is, he may try to seem nonchalant or whatever by saying stupid brain rot words

But your doting and gifts (although the material value rlly doesn’t matter to him) is rlly getting to him

He’d literally scoff and shrug you off after you two share the hug to make it seem like he’s not affected

It’s rlly not helping since his face alone is a dead giveaway

Also if you end up at Hiros house then you’ll likely run into Cass, which, in all her loving nature- bought some chocolate for you this year too

———-

Hope you liked! ^^

[mostthingskenobi]

WHERE IS ALL THE ANDOR MERCH??????????

Why is it so hard to find an Andor Blu Ray that doesn’t look like it fell off the back of a truck and is now selling for triple its value on ebay?

And why isn’t there a “making of” documentary on Disney+ plus like there is for every other Star Wars show????

And why isn’t there a novelization or any comic books?

And why isn’t there a concept art coffee table book????

And why, when I search for “Andor” on ShopDisney is this THE ONLY RESULT?????? Like...no t-shirts or anything?!?!?!? A single LEGO set??? That’s it???

What the hell is going on here, Disney!?!?!?! Give Cassian equal representation!!!!!

I want to throw my money at this character. I want the chance for Diego and Tony and everyone involved to see how loved the show is. But Disney isn’t even giving us a chance. The show got HUGE love at Celebration. It probably had the largest and loudest cosplay fanbase.

I’m actually really mad about this. The only explanation I will accept is that Tony Gilroy wants to wait until the show is finished before the market gets flooded with peripheral merch. If this is the case, I can force myself to be patient. If this is not the case, then I’m feeling pretty fucking angry that this brilliant piece of work is getting minimized.

[nerdby]

Let adults be childish and whimsical.

Let them buy Ty Babies or Legos or a million Funko Pops or glow-in-the-dark stars that will fall off the ceiling a week later or Winnie The Pooh coloring books.

Let them decorate their bedrooms in pastels or hang Marvel movie posters on the wall.

Let them paint their bedrooms pink.

Let them write cringey fanfiction.

Do not harass them.

Do not tell them to focus on the resale value of their home.

Do not tell them they are wasting their money -- it's their money to spend however they want to.

Do not tell them that the things they love are immature simply because YOU are too insecure to display the secret things you love -- the "cringe" parts of your personality, your interests that your oh-so-loving partner has designated to the man cave or she shed because they are embarrassing, the things you were bullied for loving as a child.

Let adults be happy.

Let them heal.

[salty-cs]

Yall are here all bitching about pixels. About fake made up concepts and rarities on a CHILDRENS website. Grown adults acting like little tiny 3 year olds having tantrums in a store because mommy didn’t buy them the toy.

Shut the fuck up already about all this stupid trade value bs and graves and softea. It’s FREE. FUCKING. PIXELS. Pixels being traded for more fucking free pixels and a fake currency dumbasses actually spend their money on.

Gimme some actual tea WITH PROOF on someone. Not 5 year old grave dirt. Not about stupid damn trades or value pushing. Gimme some ACTUAL fucking tea to sip on cause yall just getting angry at Lego blocks rn and I can’t drink legos.

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[cyberpunkonline]

The 90s Gaming Revolution: Where Legends Were Made and Controllers Broken

Alright, chaps, let’s dive headfirst into the 90s, the decade that took gaming from the nerdy kid in class to the school’s rockstar. This was a time when graphics were as blocky as a LEGO set, and every game felt like discovering fire for the first time.

The Titans of the 90s - Gaming's Hall of Fame

"Super Mario World" (1990): This wasn’t just a game; it was a cultural tsunami. With 20 million copies sold, translating to about $1.1 billion today, Mario was more than a plumber on a mission; he was a juggernaut in red overalls.

"Pokémon Red and Blue" (1996): These games were like the Beatles of the gaming world. Selling around 31 million copies, with an estimated value of $1.9 billion in today’s market, they didn’t just launch a franchise; they spawned a religion.

"Tetris" (Game Boy version): The Russian puzzle that conquered the world. With 35 million units sold, roughly equivalent to $2.3 billion today, it was the ultimate brain teaser with a killer soundtrack.

"Street Fighter II" (1991): This was the godfather of fighting games, not a "beat 'em up" in the traditional sense but a masterpiece of competitive brawling. It raked in over $10.6 billion in gross revenue across arcades and home consoles.

"Doom" (1993): This wasn’t just a game; it was a cultural phenomenon. Though hard to quantify due to its unique distribution, it's estimated that Doom was installed on more computers than Windows 95.

"The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time" (1998): A masterpiece that sold about 7.6 million copies, which is around $693 million in today’s money. It wasn’t just a game; it was an odyssey in a cartridge.

Jump to the 2020s, and you've got visual spectacles like "Minecraft" and "Grand Theft Auto V" dominating the scene, each a billion-dollar empire in its own right. However, not all modern titles hit the mark, with some hyped games fizzling out quicker than a dud firework.

The 90s were more than a decade; they were the birthing ground of legends. The era’s games taught us the joy of exploration, the thrill of competition, and the beauty of pixelated art. These titles didn’t just make money; they made memories. And as we look back, it's clear: the 90s didn't just play games; they changed the game. Cheers to that! - Raz

[thecoolersouthparkforeignkids]

Tesni Perkins:

Tesni works at raisins and genuinely loves the uniform so she wears it all the time (she is constantly getting dress-coded and has had multiple arguments with PC Principal about it, as well as constantly being put in detention). She lives with her mum, Gaynor, and her dad, Ifan. She has a bit of a troubled relationship with her parents and doesn’t really care for them and can’t wait until she can move away and leave them. She cares about her appearance and reputation a lot, but she’s very headstrong and doesn’t easily fall into trends or peer pressure. Tesni acts quite aloof, but she does genuinely care about her friends - especially since she’s usually the one getting them out of trouble. That being said, though, Tesni will do anything, anything, for money…

Tesni has her moments of softness, however, especially when it comes to Angel. The bracelet on Tesni’s wrist is one that Angel made for her and she wears it everyday. She bought them their matching necklaces in return, breaking her strict “no spending, keep saving” rule to do so.

Tesni is extroverted, has the ability to talk to and befriend anyone (why she’s so good at her job) but doesn’t do it often because “people are too much drama”. (It’s her, she’s the drama)

Angel Matthews:

Angel has a really strict dad and isn’t allowed to do the same things, or go to the same places, as her friends. That doesn’t stop her from trying, even if it means getting yelled at and grounded for a couple days. She can be kind of gullible at times, taking almost everything literally and at face value. This sometimes gets taken advantage of by people at school, but Jo, Tesni and her older brother, James, are always there to save her from whatever stupid thing she’s gotten herself roped into. She can also be really blunt and will blurt out things without really thinking about it, getting herself in trouble often.

Angel is constantly making things for and giving things to her friends, a part of her believing that you have to buy friendship through gifts. To a stranger, she’s not very talkative, sometimes she’ll be silent for days, but to her friends she is a headache to listen to. If it’s not a barrage of stupid hypotheticals, it’s her insistent anxious ramblings about whatever has most recently freaked her out (9/10 times its moths or other flying insects).

The first person she met in South Park was Butters, and she’s been friends with him ever since. Then on her first day of school, baring witness to a fight between two of her classmates being arranged, she met Jo - becoming friends with him quickly too because they bonded over being northerners. On her second week of school, after a visit from the sexual harassment panda, Angel made the mistake of trying to compliment Tesni and got sued by her. Once the fad of suing people blew over, Tesni apologised (explaining she heard that suing people effectively meant free money) and they became friends.

Jo Wilkinson:

Believe it or not, but Jo is smiling in that picture, he just doesn’t quite know how to smile on command - ending up looking like a dog baring it’s teeth instead. Jo is also clueless and never knows what is going on ; in class, in his friend groups, in his family, in the general world, in his own body… No thoughts, smooth brain, type of guy. Despite having lived in South Park his entire life, Jo’s accent is a confusing mix of his parent’s accents with a hint of an American twang with certain words.

The only things Jo is sure of is as follows:

- He’s a boy (🏳️‍⚧️)

- He 100% finds fellow boys to be more than just friends (🏳️‍🌈)

- Haggis is amazing and he’d eat it for the rest of his life if he could

- Lego Ninjago is the best show ever made and anyone who disagrees can get hit by a bus for all he cares

Jo is pretty much friends with everyone, one of those kids that could get sat next to the quiet kid by the teacher and leave the classroom with plans to hang out with the quiet kid later that day. He was even friendly (amicable) toward Cartman for a while, but then Cartman said Ninjago and ninja’s were gay, so Jo now hates him, regularly pretending he doesn’t exist because he knows how much it pisses Cartman off.

[images made on sp-studio.de]

[jilliam]

The dilemma in my life currently is basically my employer switched to an individual health insurance instead of group, so I have a bunch of options to choose from but they’re all kinda shitty.

My employer has given me a ‘generous’ $635 health insurance contribution toward the monthly premium, but the only affordable ones in New York are $300 or $800 (and the $800 is worse than the $300 one). The $300 NY one has a $9200 deductible and nothing is covered even if it’s in network until that deductible is met, HOWEVER the first 3 pcp visits are free if they’re in network

The $800 NY one has a $3800 deductible but the first three pcp visits are $50, and then after the first three they’re only $50 after the deductible is met. So there’s no point in paying part of my actual salary ($800-$635 contribution is $165 of my own salary money per month) for this one

Meanwhile if I say I live in my parents house in New Jersey, none of the New York providers are in network (aka my New York primary care, obgyn, etc. Are all out of network) but if I found NJ providers in say, Jersey city or Hoboken, the premium for NJ insurance is $600 (so fully covered by my employer’s contribution) and if I were to see a NJ doctor in network the copay is like $5 for PCP etc and the deductible is only $1750 or $1500 I forget

So basically I have the option to choose a NJ plan, and have to do all my doctors visits in New Jersey which isn’t that far from me especially, like I could easily get to the PATH train at World Trade Center or even walking to Christopher street PATH station, but for some reason I have a mental block that says it would be really out of the way every time I need to see a doctor

Meanwhile my current doctor is a 10 min walk away, so if I wanted to see her it would be really easy, and I COULD continue seeing her, just maximum 3 times next year if I choose the New York plan. I saw her twice this year so like this should be fine if I chose this plan but it’s sooo shitty.

But idk lately I’ve been getting yeast infections (tmi) and they won’t prescribe me a pill for it unless I go in and see them and they do tests on me aka maybe I would need to see the doctor more than 3 times a year, in which case I’d be fucked if I got either of the NY plans

The other thing is if I need urgent care if I choose the NJ option, all the NY urgent care is out of network which might be stressful in an emergency. I’ve used urgent care a bunch when I first moved to New York mostly bc I was still on my mom’s superior health insurance back so it was covered then in both NJ and NY but also bc I would go for COVID tests. But nowadays I don’t really go as much, I think I went once in October 2023 bc I cut my foot open at the beach and that’s it

This all makes me sad because why is health insurance in New York so unaffordable. The $300 and $800 NY plans are the two CHEAPEST plans offered meanwhile the $600 NJ plans like the 4th most expensive out of 25 (so the first 21 options were cheaper than $600)

Like yesterday during my jewelry class one of my classmates is a literal surgeon who works in Manhattan and used to live there, and she moved from the city to Westchester aka upstate, because living in the city with two children was too expensive. FOR A SURGEON??

The reason this came up is because there was like an article in some magazine about how people on nyc whose household income is less than $300k are eligible to apply for assistance to send their children to daycare

Apparently sending your kids to a daycare can cost $65,000/yr which is more expensive than how much it cost me to go to college for a year. They’re writing applications and asking if a parent is a legacy for a TWO YEAR OLD. What would one even say? She likes barbies and playing with legos??

Idk it all makes me so incredibly sad the possibility of leaving nyc when I’m older and being convinced to choose a NJ health insurance plan because it’s more affordable and better value is kinda proof that this might be my fate one day

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

rant haddie be upon ye. thinking about tiktok slideshow trends again and their inevitable descent into romance. like specifically the “if i won the lottery i wouldn’t tell anyone but there would be signs” where people shared their passions and how they could purse them in full if not obstructed by financial restraints, like someone would make their lego collection bigger, or this one lady that would become a professional student and acquire multiple degrees in various fields. cute, wholesome, fun, great insight into the things people consider high value to spend an enormous amount of money and time on. yet not even a full week since the trend well, trended, it turned from “if i won the lottery i wouldn’t tell anyone but there would be signs” to “if i won the lottery, oh wait, i already have” and then it’s a picture of the poster’s significant other, and just uuuuggghhhh. it happens everytime like clockwork, why can’t things exist without romance infesting it, and it’s not like there’s a scarcity of slideshow trends that started as and are explicitly romantic like “the devil is a lie” trend. why must you make everything romantic. bums.

[matthewmoorwood]

Thinking about collections. Thinking about how people collect things for different reasons.

Rich people collecting material objects with high social value but only in their specific circles. Massive shoe collections with matching bags and straight white teeth lit up by professional LEDs.

Sticky handed children breaking open limited edition packaging and making their favourite characters slam their heads together as their ultimate act of worship.

Manga collectors who collect one series or a few volumes from all of them. The thrill of waiting for a new volume to be translated and the bubbling feeling of knowing that this isn't the end.

Book collectors with entire shelves dedicated to one author, despite the fact that some of those books really weren't that good but have the spines cracked anyway.

Adults with the entire Warrior Cats series under their childhood bed, adults with lego sets proudly displayed on mantles.

Girls who collect feathers from the field at school, who then wash them lovingly in the water fountain.

All the kids who have cicada skins stuck to their polar fleeces, or conkers taking up space where their schoolwork should go in desks and bags.

People with free stickers and business cards from every vendor at a con plastered on their walls and journals.

People with secret collections, things they hide in the dark of a wardrobe.

Pen pals who wrap cards with washi tape so the recipient can stick it to whatever they'd like.

Adults who don't actually own anything at all and instead have their worldly possessions wrapped up in bits of code on the web. Adults who have hard drives full of pirated shows and books.

Anyone who has their favourite things tattooed on their skin, so that they never forget what they loved, and so it can't be taken away from them again.

Grown children with their fathers hand painted toy soldiers, the carboard boxes all worn soft.

I just love collections in which the intent isn't resource gathering for material purposes. When it isn't about the money it could be resold for, but instead for the labour of love. The time it takes to build it up, how people buy houses and apartments because of shelf space for their Star Trek figures.

The massive monument of protection in every person who downloads a fic and prints it off, so that if it were ever to disappear from the internet, or the world, at least it would be saved in this one small way.

The painstaking work of ensuring texts aren't lost, that paintings are still talked about, that the ways of craftspeople are written again, and again, and again. Even though the future isn't guaranteed, passing on even these small sections of ourselves, counts as hope.

[csmeanerr]

It’s so funny cause I see people say to spend money on non-digital things rather than CS and I just can’t take that as a good suggestion. One of my aunts, my dad, and his mom all have pretty bad hoarding tendencies, and when I buy real things I just hold onto them and don’t use them. I tried Pokémon cards (I have thousands), I was in the squishmallow craze (I have at least 20), and I buy legos (over $2k I’m sure) but they just take up space and that’s it. You could argue the same for my CS or really any OCs but at least that’s digital storage that does not affect my real life. Could I save? Yeah but I don’t have anything else in my life to distract me from the heap of useless money. No friends to hang out with, no hobbies, nowhere to go, nothing to do, it’s all an event of spending money either way. If I have to spend my money, I’d rather it be to support creators and on things that won’t fill up my house.

If it works for others good on them though fr

want to give this one a proper response because it's a good perspective to see through and understand. empathy and all that, and if i were in the same position yeah i'd prefer the stuff that doesn't take up space too

at the same time it's not all black and white and i can tell this is being typed from a pretty dark place and hope the best for you going forward. i've been in a pretty similar position, especially the pokemon cards. CS gives an easy entry to a community, especially if you have something others want. they are basically an art community centered around a common theme, the species itself

and while im all about supporting creators and making the most of your life, i want to add in some counterpoints to your words because i don't want others to fall into that defeatist attitude. shit might get personal but i do appreciate your message

cs is already a hobby. idk what you do in them but from how it's worded it seems you use your money to help pass the time with, be it buying an adopt or legos to do something with. spend your money however you want but i'll just say it doesn't need to be spent on material goods. just treating yourself to a yummy meal can still be worth its weight and not leave behind any 'waste' beyond the physical clean up

if you want to support creators too then support the other people in the CS community beyond the owner or staff. im all about creators getting compensated for their work while also understanding CS owners artificially inflate their work's value by arbitrary rules such as limited traits or artificial scarcity. if you want to support that then it's not like i can change your mind about it, all i'm saying is you can also use your money to commission the other artists who often have to sell their work for fake in-game currency or pennies in comparison

ngl you sound defeatist and bitter and are only rallying behind cs practices because you have a parasocial relationship and cope hard with it. im not gonna discredit that, i did the same exact stuff and put thousands into buying adopts be it because of FOMO, because I did like the owner, because i liked the design, or even just having something to do by checking market channels, talking in the chat, or designing their backstories. it's easy to stick with that or latch on, because if you have the money (and even if you don't) it's just the same as any other anchor to the shitshow of life

do i have a solution? not really it's not a fix-all and i'm not a therapist, i'm just going to say i can't abide by your explanation nor can i recommend it to others because that is the exact same mindset that people with addictive personalities have and makes them so susceptible to CS's terrible practices. hopefully you can find another way to cope and i do wish you the best