#loan bad

[pattydia]

k it’s november someone cast kyle gallner in a hallmark movie as the small town mechanic with a heart of gold and a tragic past who teaches the high powered overachieving main character (ayo edebiri) the true meaning of christmas

[alighterwithlove]

if you talk to the average conservative voter, they'll always talk about their conservative representative with unabashed enthusiasm. "this guy is supporting my rights!!!!!" even when the representative is very much not supporting their voting constituents' rights in some cases (ie. poor white ppl not realizing they're getting poorer because of their representative)

and I bet that's why conservative candidates are so good at winning. any person listening to their voters only gets a great impression of the candidate.

and if you talk to the average liberal/leftist voter, they all hem and haw. "oh yeah, I voted for them but they're Okay, they're Disappointing. they haven't done this. they haven't done that." and I bet if you fucking pressed them to state some Good Beneficial Legislation they've passed, either the voter 1. can't name any, or 2. has to attach caveats. ("yeah biden passed student loan forgiveness BUT not ALL loans were forgiven")

why aren't we ever excited about incremental progress. why aren't we cheering to the sky about every win. maybe more people would vote if there was genuine excitement, the same type of excitement that conservative voters seem to have about anything labeled "conservative".

I'm just so fucking tired of hearing ppl be like "I'm just disillusioned with my leftist representative" EVERY TIME but are DEAD SILENT on the small victories, the progress. conservatives know how to do this, and that's why they build momentum into the next election. why does this seem impossible for the other side.

[here-comes-the-moose]

When I’m writing my Modern AU but then try to figure out and calculate how the life I gave the Batch is financially possible:

[repsolhonda]

JOAN MIR PLEASE STAND UP

[sainzstorms]

just when i thought mercedes putting kimi in f1 after skipping f3 and having only a singular season in f2 is bad enough, williams decided to put another f2 rookie to replace logan for the remainder of this season. like what is it with williams and their rookie driver man

[pxssyboyares]

i bought a candle that burns into massage oil and i need someone to burn it and give me a really good massage with like so much pressure u think ur hurting me (in a bad way lol) but i promise ur not my back is just so fucked up.

start with my shoulders and then move lower to my hips. then down to my ass which you briefly give a massage before moving down to my thighs, completely ignoring my pussy that’s definitely dripping wet at this point.

and once you’ve gone over my body once, you start back at my shoulders and neck and do the whole thing again. watching my body jump everytime more hot wax is dripped onto my body is worth all of the teasing in the world

eventually, after what seems like ages, you finally rub my hard dick

[f0point5]

Had to check every news source in case this was a joke because HUH?

[transgenderenkidu]

ok since i posted about it last night, i might as well finally debut my comicaurora sentinel au, even if my drawings for it are. not fully realized

in this chimerae are a localized disaster event that can spring up anywhere, draining the life energy for a mile around. in response (in accordance with the rule of cool), cities built the sentinel corps, giant robots to fight off chimerae before they destroy the city.

more under the cut

kendal is one of these sentinels, a relatively recently developed mark III whose pilot is vash fairblade, captain of the sentinels. there aren't any city gods in this au, so vash is just a guy. why does he have the same name as the city? bc i didnt want to change it. anyway. after a while, kendal develops something of an active mind instead of just being a giant robot¹, mimicking vash's own mind. and then a wave of chimerae attack the city, destroying it, killing vash, and leaving kendal the only remaining sentinel. in the midst of the destruction, though, he could have sworn he saw a woman, unruffled, just... watching.

the sun is on its way down when alinua finds the corpse. or, more accurately, she finds the sentinel. the pilot is still tangled in the cockpit, sentinel curled around him like it was trying to protect him. the corpse is of course vash, and the sentinel is kendal.

alinua still has the 'chimeric plague' (here hypothesized to be the cause of chimera events), and the only reason she goes with him is that a. hes inorganic (can't be affected by the life outburst) and b. if she does cause a chimera event, hes literally a giant robot designed for the specific purpose of fighting chimerae. and besides, vash the city is destroyed. there won't be any collateral damage.

sidebar, alinua can pilot kendal. it's a team effort - now that ive watched pacific rim, i think its a little like drifting if your jaeger also could think. tbh i also think canon kendal and alinua are drift compatible, but thats another post for another time

dainix is another mech pilot, though not willingly - zuurith's sentinel corps is not Exclusively prison labor, but what does it matter if a few prisoners die of brain hemmhorages while piloting? dainix, piloting the sentinel "champion", is the longest lasting prisoner pilot they've had, and he's brutally effective. there are murmurings that he'll be released and placed in the sentinel corps as a citizen, but if he is ever released he'd fuck off in a heartbeat, so he's still in prison, sentence artificially extended for as long as he's useful.

i'm still a little uncertain as to what kind of roles erin, tess, and falst play, so if anyone's got any ideas i'd be delighted to hear them!!

[yesornopolls]

Should i make student loan payments

[highlyillogicalandroid]

I'm never going to financially recover from this.

But seriously. A vet visit for two sick cats, totaling $671, and my pet insurance reimbursed...$35. I pay $25 a month for this!!! What is the point???

Anyway, I truly hate to ask, but if anyone would like to help me pay this off, I would be eternally grateful. I'll even write you a little fic of your choosing as a thank-you. Just message me and ask <3

[midnighticee]

cool cool cool i hope the supreme court burns down actually

[romanceyourdemons]

when i am king chu wanning will have a little beard and mustache that he’s worked really hard to grow and it won’t look good. xue zhengyong is not supportive

[riseupriseupandcomealong]

love/hate relationship with reaching the stage of a hobby where if you want to get better at it / more into it you’re going to have to start accumulating really specialized skills. like aw fuck i have to study this. but also yay i get to study this!

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was in my bank trying to apply for a loan. The bank teller handed me a paper and told me that the cops were surrounding the bank and were going to arrest me for being a bad driver. I had to sign the paper to admit I was a bad driver. I then told the banker, "I don't have to do that. This is a dream." Then I woke up.

[night-dark-woods]

the girls... bonding? under the cut :) its the first time Hapax kills Fuller

(cw for mild gore/body horror)

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Fuller's last thought as Hapax's shotgun unmakes her ribcage into a senseless bloody pulp is that she really should have remembered to account for how fast Awoken metabolisms burn through sedatives.

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Fuller's body convulses on the ground as her Ghost knits her charge back together, viscera bubbling itself into existence, bones cracking as layers of muscle and fat creep across them. Resurrection is a messy business. Shotgun balanced neatly across her thighs and breathing forced meditation-slow, Hapax sits cross-legged and watches Fuller's violent transmutation from meat back into person.

When the top layer of skin on her chest finally closes, Fuller manages half a rattling inhale before a coughing fit curls her forward. Her shaking fingers claw grooves in the fresh mud her blood has made of the moon-dust; odd to think this could be the first water that has touched this ground in millenia. It's probably still warm under Fuller's palms.

Fuller hacks and spits on hands and knees for several minutes, blood and saliva drooling from her mouth while her Ghost hovers anxiously around her, darting glances at Hapax that go unacknowledged. Finally Fuller manages a full inhale, smears blood and dirt across her cheek with the back of her hand, and throws herself down flat on her back in a drier section of the dirt.

"Hahhh, Fuck! Ouch."

Fuller's voice is a grating rasp through her raw and freshly-built throat. She laughs, coughs again, spits out more blood.

"What were you doing to me?"

"I forgot how fast Awoken metabolize drugs. That's on me." Fuller points at her Ghost, hand wavering almost drunkenly. "Cel, make a note please! Too long working only with Hive; I can't have this kind of blind spot. See what you can pull from VanNet."

"Hey!" Hapax snaps her fingers, "What were you fucking doing?"

Fuller's head lolls to the side so she can look at Hapax, irises thin rings of green around blown pupils.

"You have Techeun implants. I wanted to see if they still worked."

"You could have fucking asked."

"And you would have grunted and ignored me, or told me to take a hike down to the Catacombs. I'm not wasting my time when I already know the outcome." Fuller tries to lever herself back up to sitting, but her arms give out and she falls back with a painful-sounding thud. Good.

Hapax's pulse is a war drum in her temples despite her best efforts. "So instead you drugged me and cut into my skull."

Fuller rolls her eyes. "You're fine, it's not like I did anything to your Ghost. Worst case she could have just brought you back. Also, your implants are subdermal. I didn't even touch your skull." She winks. "Much."

Hapax glares and runs her finger along the arc of the incision behind her ear where Fuller had peeled back her skin, pushes the scab-edged layer of herself around. Something pulls and then tears, and a trickle of fresh blood joins the flaking coating down the side of her neck. She thinks about the Warlock's bony fingers poking around against the fragile shell of her skull and shivers, ears flicking up briefly before she masters herself again.

"I'm not one of your experiments. Don't touch me again."

"It's not like you're using them anyway! It's a waste. How else am I supposed to get access to this kind of Reef-tech? Your people are not exactly the sharing type."

"It's not Reef-tech, it's my fucking brain! It's not something you can have access to."

Fuller has finally succeeded at sitting up, and scooted back to lean on one of her pillars of fileboxes. Hapax hopes it falls on her.

"It is tech, whether you like it or not, and would be useful to my research if it wasn't in such an uncooperative package." Fuller looks Hapax up and down, and the corner of her mouth pulls into a smirk. "A nice looking package though."

Hapax growls at her, ears pinned back, and pushes herself up to standing. She's had enough of people thinking they're entitled to her body, her time, her existence because they think they recognize some part of her. The Queen and the Vanguard who each assume her ontological loyalty, the Corsairs who look at her face and superimpose someone else- even Schiller, with her quiet disappointment in Hapax's solitude. And now Fuller thinks she should be allowed to root around in her head just for her fucked up experiments?

The mud sticks to her boot treads like it's trying to hold her back. She tilts Fuller's chin up with the muzzle of the shotgun still coated in her own blood and rests it against her throat; makes full eye contact for once and bares her fangs.

"Flattery will get you nowhere. I'm not kidding. Touch me again and your Ghost will need to reassemble you from parts."

Fuller's eyes are wide and her lips are parted, and she takes in a shaky breath. For a second Hapax thinks she's finally gotten through to her. Fuller swallows, making the gun shift gently in Hapax's hand, an aftershock echo of the kick from firing. Then a sly grin spreads across her face and she tilts her head to the side, street-pigeon greedy.

"That a promise, baby?"

Hapax recoils, and her whole body scorches white-hot. Fuller doesn't want to take her seriously? That's fine. Hapax hasn't played her whole hand yet anyway. She wheels around and turns her back on Fuller, starts walking away.

"I've reported this to Aunor and requested clearance to move forward with your execution. I'd get your affairs in order. Such as they are."

She keeps one ear tilted back to hear Fuller's dismay; a gasp would be nice, but she'll settle for a change in her breathing.

Instead she gets a scoff.

"Good luck on that one. Aunor's wanted me dead for years and she's far more important than you. Ikora recognizes the value of my work, even if she won't admit it. And if she won't let her pet butcher kill me there's no way you'll get to. Nice try running crying to your owner though."

Hapax's lips pull back in a snarl but she manages to choke down the growl that tries to follow before Fuller can hear it, and stomps toward the doorway. She needs a break from this miserable fucking cave.

"We'll see."

[ratatatastic]

"chucky did one with the cardinals not too long ago did you reach out to him any advice?" "i didnt... yeah just going for it we'll see what happens 😃!" (proceeds to be consumed by the spirit that haunts loan depot and airmails the ball)

"Have you thrown a first pitch before? And just your nervous level for tonight?" "I have never thrown a first pitch... a little bit of nerves! You always wanna throw a strike but I think I'll be alright!" "Did you play baseball growing up at all?" "Just a little bit, just when I was younger. And then started to kind-of get into hockey a little bit more and—so just when I was, you know, up until I was 7 or 8, I think?"

Fox Sports 940 | 9.6.24

wonderful form this man did not want to get chirped for not reaching the plate he put his whole arm into that 😭😭😭😭

philedelphia phillies @ miami marlins | 9.6.24 (x)(x)(x)

also just to note that erods wearing a 10th ani florida marlins hat as he dons the black alts which goes so hard man knows BALL