#price sensitive

[awesome-casuallyfamouscollector]

Looking at the provisional rankings, the Sandero leads the Top 10 with 247,210 units sold in the first 11 months of 2024, followed by the Volkswagen Golf with just under 200,000 units and the Renault Clio currently in third place, according to Dataforce information cited by Motor1. 

The Tesla Model Y, the best-sold car of 2023, is the only electric car in the rankings but has dropped to sixth place, with 181,781 units registered from January to November (-21%). The drop can be explained by the ongoing crisis in the EV market(..)

P.S. European car market is price sensitive: Dacia Sandero gives value for money.... Tesla Model Y is way too big, too expensive and loses value quite fast...! The mass car market doesn't like expensive toy cars... Compliance EV strategy pursued by legacy automakers is destined to fail...

[on-a-lucky-tide]

cw: omegaverse, breeding.

Omega Price and Alpha Nik having sex in Nik's private heated swimming pool at one of his many villas.

It's outside on the balcony, perhaps a villa in Sicily or even in the Alps. John's been doing lazy laps and now he's in a corner, arms folded under his chin, lidded blue eyes admiring the rolling hills and green fields, an ombre of orange and red splashed across a cloudless sky as the sun sets.

He's relaxed. They're on their honeymoon, and Nik's feeling broody; he can't keep his hands off his younger mate, and John is more than happy to melt into them every time. He's lost count of the number of times they've mated since they arrived, and he's content to let the number keep rising until Nik's instincts are sated, and he's heavy with their pup.

He feels Nik's warmth press up behind him as Nik's forearm settles over the top of his, soft lips on his neck and shoulders, a big hand slipping past the waistband of his swim shorts to stroke gently over his cunt. John can feel the hard curve of Nik's thick cock against his arse and wiggles against it, teasing, even as Nik caresses into his folds.

"Spread your legs for me, detka," Nik whispers, "need to feel you."

John relaxes into Nik's warm bulk, the soft hair on his chest and belly tickling his back, impossibly gentle fingers stroking his cock in slow glides, pressing into his slit to circle his hole, teasing him until he's panting. He's pinned, he can't escape his alpha's touch, his huge body caging him in and enticing him to mate. It excites every instinct in John's brain, synapses firing off, willing him to present.

"Nik, fuck me..."

His swim shorts are pushed down his legs, all the way past his ankles, and John feels the velvet soft skin of Nik's cock brush his inner thighs, deliciously hot and sensitive. He spreads his legs, tilts his hips, arches with a low moan as his alpha eases into him. Still a little sore from the sex they had only a few hours ago, the slight ache soon melts into a slow, throbbing pleasure as he's fucked open on Nik's huge girth.

Nik is slow, deliberate, grinding deep as he nips and kisses his lover's neck. In the warm water, their soft moans and sighs rolling into each other, John surrenders completely. This isn't fucking like he's ever experienced before, but it never is with Nik.

Nik's the king of sensual lovemaking, pulling John apart until he's lost in waves of endlessly unspooling pleasure, and John wants to give himself up to his worship. The sheer size of him means the drag of his cock hits every sweet spot, his strong fingers artful in where and how they touch, leaving John's cock to tease his nipples as John arches for a kiss, wet, open-mouthed and gasping.

Their bodies rock together, Nik's powerful form rolling and flexing in the water, controlled and deliberate in every slow thrust, strong arms bracketing his omega's broad shoulders, making him feel safe, loved, protected. Nik will cherish and care for him, and their pup, the bloodshed and the pain are over for him if he wants them to be; a promise made in every kiss, every soft whisper, every act of love.

When John comes, it tumbles through him irresistibly, like he couldn't cling on even if he wanted to, his body puppeted by Nik's touch, obedient even in when and how it feels pleasure. Nik fucks him through the swells of his climax and then comes deep inside, thick pulses of heat in John's spasming channel, a large palm pressed to John's lower belly like Nik wants to feel John's womb swell with his seed.

They float in the warm water in the afterglow, John's head against Nik's shoulder as he gazes into the sky, his body clenching in involuntary throbs as it milks around Nik's knot. When the pleasure eases, their heart rates levelling out, John counts the stars emerging as midnight blue chases the burning sun towards the horizon. He's never known peace like it, his battered and aching body melting into bliss, and he trusts Nik enough to just... let go.

[sirenmoth]

Sorry for the rant and probs gonna get hate cuz ik this fandom but i had to say this

-This goes to all fandoms, not just Call of Duty-

You are responsible for the content you consume. Don’t like, Don’t read.

i’ve seen a few posts about this but

if you cannot spell or speak about rape, pedophilia or any dark or sensitive topics then maybe don’t talk about it, because purposely misspelling it proves you are not mature enough to talk about it or handle the topic, this isn’t tik tok you don’t have to sugarcoat anything. Yes i am aware these are sensitive (and horrible) subjects and can be triggering but no one is forcing you to read or talk about it.

Me, and a lot of authors, put the content warnings at the top of the fic because that’s the first thing people will see and it is your responsibility to read those warnings if you wish to read a fic, not ours. This goes with Dead Dove: Do Not Eat (DDDNE), a warning or tag used to indicate that a fanwork contains tropes or elements that may be deemed morally reprehensible without explicitly condemning the sensitive aspect. It says what it says on the tin and you still read it, that is on you, not us.

Saying an author is glorifying or promoting a topic and saying they need mental or professional help for writing/reblogging rape or abuse or sexual assault because of their or another authors writings is a stretch, people can and are into some messed up things that to some people can be triggering or disturbing and you can be 100% into something fictionally without wanting to explore it physically.

No one if forcing you to read something you do not like

Same with minors in fandoms, this is a common things and there is nothing you can do about it, yes they shouldn’t be viewing or reading certain things in the fandoms but they’ll still find a way no matter how hard to try and stop them.

Say rape, say kill, no one’s gonna to hate you, if you can’t handle dark topics in a fic, block the author it’s not hard, no one will hate you for doing that and harassing and swinging death threats to a creator because they made something you don’t like is a shitty thing to do, if you don’t want to read a certain trope or topic that’s fine, people have preferences, but trying to start a witch hunt and purity culture campaign over it is not ok. I think sometimes they do it because they want to start hate. Tumblr had a filtering system for blocking tags and yes people find a way to get around that, just block those tags too.

Fandoms are safe spaces for people who like a certain content, yes there are bad people in fandom and areas in a fandom that are filled with disgusting people, but it is a online safe space for people to enjoy the content they like. Fandoms are not for you to try and purify because you can’t be mature enough to block an author for posting content you don’t like.

[gaybirdnerd]

Bad habits from the 141

Ghost:

Knife tricks, he will be bored and with nothing to do and will just start flipping knives and doing shit with them no one else has seen. This has caused numerous occasions where a dumb recruit decided they could do it better than him and sliced some fingers.

Picky with how his sandwiches are made, the meat has to be on the very top unless there's provolone cheese, will take apart any premade sandwiches to change how it is placed. No one knows why, he just does it and will give no explanation.

Skin picks. If he finds something different on his arms or his hands or his neck or his face, he'll see if he can pick it off. Be it a scab or a chunk of dirt or a pimple, he'll mess with it either until it bleeds or it's gone.

Soap:

Plays with bombs??? He literally just takes explosive putty and turns it into shapes like it's Play-Doh. He's safe about it, but holy shit you can't just pull a bomb out of nowhere and hand it to someone as a joke when they ask for a wrench or something.

Will drink coffee obsessively. It doesn't really affect him all too much, but if he's got free time where he CAN have coffee, he WILL have coffee. He can go to sleep right after coffee and be ok, but he can also "accidentally" drink like 20 cups in a day because he's bored. He has stomach issues very often when he does this ofc but it doesn't stop him.

Bites his nails. Will go at a nail until it bleeds, particularly when he's nervous or bored. He keeps himself occupied drawing or journaling just to avoid going to town on his nails.

Gaz:

Lays in bed all day when he has nothing to do. Literally will wait until the last second to go to the bathroom during these times and won't move except for that and for getting into more comfy positions. He has a snack stash that literally no one can find in his room, so he doesn't even need to leave for food, he just sits and lays there watching stuff and doom scrolling on his phone.

Eats salads one ingredient at a time. Will find every piece of lettuce in the salad and eat it and then go on to the next ingredient. He thinks this is how salads are meant to be eaten. He doesn't even separate the ingredients, he just picks them out around the other stuff, even when it's got dressing on it.

Listens to music obsessively. Will sit in the most serious meetings with one earbud in, somehow hidden, and listen to the music while passively taking in the information unless it's a super serious meeting. If it's a cut-and-dry "get in, get out" or information grab, he gives no shits and simply watches what's being projected for them to see (maps, details, plans, etc.)

Price:

Smoking ofc, but what a lot don't know is that he went from cigarettes to cigars in his early 20s and still slips onto cigarettes sometimes when he's super stressed. It tastes different and wakes him up whereas cigars are heavy smoke and calm him down.

If he's got mashed potatoes of any sort, they HAVE to be mixed with vegetables, he refuses to eat them otherwise. It's not a bad habit perse, but his refusal to even look at mashed potatoes unless there's a vegetable such as peas or corn makes it a stubborn issue no one in the world can change his mind on. If he gets an MRE with mashed potatoes and no vegetables, he'll either negotiate getting someone else's vegetables or simply give them the mashed potatoes.

Picks at his nails. Thinks it's gross to bite at them, but they get chipped and bother him by snagging on things so he'll pick at the inconsistency and make it worse then keep picking. Ghost gets him a small nail file he can put in his phone case to keep with him so he doesn't need to continue getting frustrated at his nails.

Laswell:

Doesn't sleep. Will get maybe 4-5 hours out of a day and will stay up for hours in the middle of the night because she's following a lead or researching something that caught her attention 5 days ago.

Refuses root vegetables and will fight someone if she finds one in her food. Again, not much of a bad habit, but the fighting is. Once threw down at a family gathering because someone (a particularly stubborn aunt who hated this habit) snuck a cut-up carrot in her food and only her food. She was 16.

Reorganizes her desk and office once a week. You wouldn't think this would be a problem or even a bad habit until you realize she puts stuff in such different locations each time that she can't shit. She never learns from this and jokes that it makes her life more fun when she finds the stapler actually under the desk.

[bubuslutty]

I'm sick and my throat hurts like a bitch. it hurts so bad it woke me up twice. price make me tea pls. save me price. save me.

[benkeibear]

I can assure you that the reading comprehension doesn't just lack on this hellsite. I have grown adults scream at me at work because they can't read the sentence printed in large and extra fat so they see it :))

[siilvan]

i am once again disappointed but not surprised at the COD fandom only caring about “sensitivity” when it’s convenient for them

[ongit0]

Here ye here ye

Ren/ Fox x reader/MC

It’s still on going for now

I still have several ideas in mind

[stellaluna33]

That feeling when you find a fictional character that you really relate to, and then you come online and find everybody talking about how "annoying" or "boring" or "unrealistic" they are. 😕

Welp, I guess this is why I got bullied at school, huh.

[nenayaquisieras]

Reader being so good at massages that it becomes a routine to give massages to the 141. But they want to return the favor but Reader always shoots them down getting a little flustered.

But one day she’s at the desk filling out paper work and she’s sore and stiff from being at her desk all day. So one of the guys sees her and asks if they can return the favor. She surprisingly agrees.

So they do what she usually does to them, talking her through it and what not. They dont think anything different from it but oh boy.

She’s freaking out because she really, really, likes massages. Sometimes to the point where she crosses her legs trying to ignore the growing feeling in between.

So she’s trying to keep her composure but that goes out the window when his thumbs massage the back part of her ears. Heavy breaths and sighs start coming out.

“Yeah, there, right there- mmh”

At some point, she notices how quiet he’s gotten. She tries to take a quick glance and christ.

He’s staring, hard.

“You like that?”

tldr // massage + reader = horny

Srs guys I dunno how to finish this so if y’all wanna write the rest of this I will give you a big fat smooch

[saint-ajax]

ferris wheel

THE NEVER DYING GENTLE BREEZE OF London embraced her flushed cheeks. The city was sealed with street noise and busy chatter. The sky gave the perfect combination of gray and blue.

TRIGGER WARNING READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

   John Price offered a smile and the cotton candy his wife requested. It filled her with joy and carved a sweet smile on her lips.

   The wave of her long brown hair fell along her back. While her rosy lips landed on her husband's cheek, just above his beard. 

   She looked so beautiful. So pretty. She looked so good with her tummy filled with his baby. Their baby. 

   Her full breasts and full tummy was one of his goals when he more than once came inside her. 

  “Sweets for my gorgeous wife.” As he handed her the candy, she blushed at the compliment. Feeling a little too happy and angry every now and then.

   “Thank you, hon.” She says, hooking her arm around his as they walk beside one another.

  She stared at the pink, cloudy candy. She was feeling the dryness it would bring as she imagined eating it, making herself frown.

  “What's the matter, sweet girl?” John noticed the changes in her expressions and became alarmed.

  “I think I want.. ice cream.” She was frowning, worrying that her husband might find her annoying at her quick mood changes. He immediately read what she was thinking as he made her voice out her concerns more than once. 

   What she didn't know was that he was more than willing to obtain everything she needed and wanted. Hell, she's carrying his child; how dare he be annoyed at what she needs?

  ��John gently smiled at her. “Honey, I want you to always remember that I have every right but to be annoyed at my beautiful wife. Is that clear?” 

   The goal of making her chuckle was met as she nodded at him. The woman in front of him, carrying his child, was the only person in the world who had the power to warm his heart with just a smile.

   Her beanie covered down to her forehead. The coverage was just above her eyebrows. Her scarf caressed her jaw, which he insisted on. Her small face was tinted in faint red, and it was adorable. He thought. He leaned closer and kissed her red nose before leaving.

 “Okay, I will get you some ice cream. You wait here for me?” She nodded adoringly. “What flavor would you like?” She looked away as she carefully thought about it.

   “Surprise me.” He released a puff of air as they chuckled lightly in sync. 

   “Okay, I'll be quick. I love you.”

   “I love you, John.” She smiled at him as he walked away.

    The good weather and flexible time he had were starting to sink in. He was on leave. He wasn't in the field not to relax, but to be with his pregnant wife. Therefore, he had never let his guard down. Especially in public areas like this one. You could never trust faith. He was worried and tense as he left his wife alone. Exactly how he was minutes ago to get cotton candy.

   He had no complaints. He's, in fact, grateful that he gets to be there for his wife, who's been taking care of their baby for eight months. She was alone in the early stages of pregnancy, and it killed him. But now that she's close to their due date, he swore to never let precious moments go by.

   Meanwhile, the wife he was worried about stood there alone on the sidewalk, where she was left alone. She took her time to appreciate the view. She studied the sculpted buildings that carried historic legacies. Evening was slowly creeping up on London, and so the building was lit with a colorful spectrum of lights.      

   She breathes in, breathes deep, breathes through, and breathes out with shut eyes. Once she opened her eyes, a dot of bright red eyes crossed her sight before a sharp, intense pain stabbed her in the stomach. 

   She felt an intense sting in her upper abdomen as she gasped. She looked down and found her swollen belly leaking blood like a faucet. She started hyperventilating as her hands became stained with blood.

    She cried out in pain as she stared at her shaking hands with wide eyes, in shock and terror. 

  She couldn't comprehend what was happening, but she could recognize the pain. There was a deafening noise in her ear, and her sight was starting to blur. 

   “J-John! H-help! Help...” Her chest was going up and down as she tried to catch air. The tall brick on the sidewalk was the only thing she could cling to before she fell. She winced as her stomach throbbed pain. Her eyes were starting to flutter. Before people could realize and run to help her, she fell unconscious on the ground. Before darkness took over her sight, the last thing she saw along the sky was the ferris wheel.

 Just three more steps, and he was about to enter the ice cream shop. But something inside him told him to stop. He shook his head before deciding to run back to his wife. His eyes were scanning the place expertly to find her familiar figure. But a crowded spot with people seeking help caught his attention.

 He did not hesitate to run in the eye of commotion. He abruptly stopped in his tracks as he saw his wife lying unconscious. He yelled her name so loudly. He ran to her and held her body close to him. 

   The curious people around the scene called for help. 

   John was panicking. It was the first time he couldn't think of what to do. “Call emergency..” His face was painted in horror as blood was washed away from her face. 

   He forced himself to think. He inspected her wound, and it immediately rang to him. Sniper.

“Fuck’s sake.”

He cursed under his breath.

“Sweetheart, no no no.. no..” His voice broke. He sounded defeated.  

   A light of hope rang across the eye of London when the siren of the ambulance finally arrived.

   The only thing that John had in mind was to bring her to the hospital. Bring her there. Save her life. Keep her alive. Keep her heart beating. Nothing else. 

   As she lay unconscious on the stretcher, he gripped tightly on her hand. He kissed her knuckles as he whispered prayers on the way for help. It was the longest ride he had ever take. He had never been more nervous in his life. Each ticking time bomb felt like the end of the world.

   Everything was in a blur. She was rushed into the busy ER. The nurses stopped him from coming inside, and he couldn't do anything but swear. As he stood from afar, the doctors were yelling and commanding instructions in order to save his wife. The buzzing noise ringing in his ear wasn't helping to calm him down. 

   The doctor yelled medical terms that didn't seem like a good sign. They pulled her stretcher out of the curtains. Another millions spears stabbed him in the chest as the sight of his wife covered in blood crossed his sight as they took her somewhere else. “Where are you taking my wife!?” His panic doubled when he saw her legs leaking blood. Their baby.

   A different nurse stopped him and explained to him the situation. “Sir, her condition is critical. An immediate operation is necessary. Please wait outside the operating room.” The nurse ran to follow where they took his wife. 

   He waited outside of the room he was told to. Legs pumping up and now anxiously while he waited. He grasped his beard and squashed it, as he couldn't just do nothing while his wife battled a war of life and death. His phone vibrated in his pocket, which stole his attention for a brief moment. It was Laswell.

    “Laswell.”

    “John.”

   His voice was quavering as he stuttered his wife's name.

   “I know.” The woman on the other side firmly yet sympathetically let him know. “We have captured the sniper. I had interrogated him myself.” Anger beckoned in her tone. The information revived his outrage, which was burning inside.

   “Who was it?” His accented and demanding tone was back. His cracking voice on the edge of crying was long gone now, as it was replaced with wrath.

   “It was the people of our last enemy. The sniper was sent as a threat. He says that the shot isn't supposed to kill her, but I believe otherwise. How is she?”

   “Her condition is fatal, and she is having surgery as we speak. I went to buy her ice cream.. and came back to her unconscious, covered in blood, Kate. I haven't seen her awake since. Tell me he's dead.”

   “They did this to scare us. If we give in now, if we kill him, we will lose the upper hand.”

  “Fine. I will kill him myself.” He hung up out of spite.

   A doctor in scrubs exited the room and approached him. His heart started beating fast at the news the doctor might bring. “Are you a relative of the patient?” 

   “Yes, Doc. I'm her husband.”

  “The bullet had penetrated through her uterus. Your baby and her condition are deadly fatal. I'm afraid we could only save one.” A scowl slashed his face in confusion of sorrow and rage. “We urgently need to know which one to save, Mr. Price?”

   “What kind of question is that?! Save both of them!” His voice echoed in the long hallway, darkened by the anxiety surging in his heart.

   “Sir, a baby’s mortality rate in a direct penetrating gunshot injury is 40–70% death. If you choose to save the baby, we will do everything we can. But if you choose for us to save your wife, the baby won't fairly survive.”

   “Wife.”

It was too fast. He said it too fast, in anguish. “Save my wife, Doc. Please.” Tears pooled in his eyes while pity filled the doctor's. John almost kneeled to plead with the person with saving hands, who nodded in assurance.

   He went back inside, and John was left alone again.

  Outside the door, he sat in the chairs, defeated. He was defenseless against the enemies this time. He had to sacrifice one of his loved ones. He cannot save them both. Their condition is out of his control. He had never felt more powerless than at that moment. 

  As he crouched in the metal chairs, his palms enclosed his face. Guilt weighed him down to earth. The entire mirage was a hoax. One minute he was watching her smile, and the next she was drowning in her own blood.

   He couldn't tell which part he was worse at. He was an abominable father. How could he sacrifice his kid so fast? Even so, he was a careless husband for leaving his wife vulnerable like that.

   John couldn't help but blame himself. He was a soldier. He fights in battles to protect a country's land and people. Yet he managed to lose his family both at once.

   John couldn't leave his seat. He dared to never leave her side again. He wasn't going to move unless he saw his wife alive. He promised himself as he waited for hours outside the operating room. 

   He didn't know for how long he had been sitting there, but when the door creaked open, he felt a glimpse of hope. At the same time, dread shot down his nerves as exhaustion and grief were written all over the face of the doctor. 

   This couldn't be… He begged in the back of his mind. 

  “I'm sorry, Mister. But, we've done everything we can… yet we couldn't save the baby.” The grim news slowly creased his brows in sorrow. He was shaking his head as if it would turn reality to his desire.

   “What– what about my wife, doc? Where's my wife? Is she okay? Tell me she's alive, doc!”

   “Mrs. Price had suffered traumatic internal bleeding that almost damaged her lungs. Luckily, the emergency procedure managed to save her life. Her wound is deep, and she has a severely frail body that needs a significant amount of time to heal. She is in a coma that could last for a few hours or days. I'm so sorry for your loss, Mr. Price.”

   He nodded while involuntarily tuning out the rest as a deafening noise shot at his hearing. A thin layer of relief covered his violently anxious heart. The last string he was holding onto was the fact that his wife was alive.

   After a while, he was eventually allowed to visit her. He entered the dim, chilly room in a lightweight cotton scrub. Her heartbeat traveled the room with the help of the machines clinging to her to live.

   His mask was soaked in tears as he stared at his unconscious wife. She looked as peaceful and beautiful as ever, in spite of the cords attached to her body.

   He didn't know how he would tell her or how she would take the news.

  He clung to her hand and let himself shatter. “I'm sorry, honey… I'm so sorry.” His sobbing was a desperate call to life. Her presence was the only one that could break the stern facade of the toughest soldier.

   “I'm so sorry, baby. Please, forgive me. I shouldn't have left you there alone.” His shed of tears was met with a weak mewl. 

   The delicate hand on his palms shortly moved. He lifted his gaze and stared at her fingers. It continued to weakly close her fist, and he swiftly went closer to her face.

  Her enclosed lids were bathed as her cheeks glistened in tears. A single tear ran down her cheek as soft cries begged to leave her covered lips.

   “Sweetheart, I'm here.. I'm here now, I'm never leaving you ever again.” He softly rubbed the top of her hand with his rough fingertips.

   Their silent howls and grievances bonded in longing for their angel baby.

   The nurses ran to their door when he pushed the button to signal an alarm. They took her from him once again, and he stepped back to watch them aid her wife.

   Her eyes slowly fluttered open, and they met his arctic blues. Shock ran down in shivers as a slight merry brought them back to life.

   Time had passed along the wind.

  He stayed true to his promise and stuck by her side for as long as she needed to heal.

   She was atrociously devastated when she woke up without her baby in her belly. “John.. John, our child! Where is our child?! Where is my baby, John? My baby… where– where is he…” Endless nights had haunted her terribly ever since she opened her eyes once again.

   Each night and every long, dreadful morning, John was there. He wiped her tears. He filled her empty heart with everything he could. He left kisses all over her face until she fell asleep. He reminded her to drink her medicine. He fed her. And whenever she didn't want to eat, he convinced her with a long unyielding patience just so she had something in her stomach.

   It was deeply against his will when duty called for him to come back and leave his wife alone and vulnerable again. Yet, the thought of facing the imbecile that put his spouse in danger had delivered him to report for duty.

   Almost a year would pass, and their affixed grief, patience, and love pushed them to stay beside one another.

   As of this moment, the beaming sun of a new morning embraced her flushed cheeks. She inhaled the fresh air that joined them to visit their baby.

   She sat down beside John and he was all eyes when he guided her to sit. 

   “You know, baby…” She started in a heartfelt tone, as if she were casually talking to her baby, alive and well. “Everyday I still wonder what you could've been– should've been… what you would've been, even.”

  “Would you have loved to be a strong soldier like your dad?” John couldn't help but watch her face hold back tears. It was making her nose and cheeks red. It filled his eyes with adoration and sympathy.

   “Mommy and Daddy miss you.” 

   She gently caresses the edge of the marble headstone as she closes her eyes and leans down to leave a kiss on the remaining symbol left of their angel.

  John kneeled beside her and stroked her back before turning his loving gaze from his wife to his unborn child.

  “We love you, son. Forgive me for everything. I just know that you would’ve been bigger than the whole sky.”

   “Oh, my baby, you were more than just a short time to mommy. My Will John Jr.”

[mylittleredgirl]

my aunt with terminal cancer would like me to come visit her, my cousin really needs help, i have no more time off because of the sick leave but can work remotely so could do it if i’m able to do that plus travel and the rest, but like i can’t even do a full day straight now??, obviously no one there can afford for me to add additional burden, this would be suuuuuch a great time for that eldest daughter mom friend override mode to kick in and overwrite this lingering illness so i can help. i’m ready. zap me lord ⚡️

[anarchne]

i wish i could remove the word “adopt” from kept peoples’ vernacular lol

[moe-broey]

What if.. for the first time in actual years.... I changed my loadbearing Alfonse phone background to North South FUCK West.........

It will have to get a good grade in being easy on the eyes though, to stay. BIGGEST reason loadbearing Alfonse phone bg was a mainstay was bc the nighttime pallette on that one FEH comic panel was unexpectedly autism-friendly as a nice bonus LMFAO

[trentxaa]

darwin leaving is a bit sad but at the end of the day he did fulfill his purpose (making me feel a bit more ok with klopp leaving cause i knew grandpa was losing his marbles when he signed him)

[laneboyheathens]

depression really does just make every tiny thing feel so much worse why tf am I crying about shoes