#so effing tired

[mllebleue]

Today, while walking to teach my lecture class, I had to take care of a Palestinian student who was loosing it in the corridor because the part of Rafah where her family had taken refuge was bombarded by Israel this very morning. She was being conforted by another Palestinian student who was loosing it a little less, because her family is in the West Bank currently. I made sure they were taken in by students services so they could at least be given a private place and more active mental health support than I could give in a corridor.

I'm not saying this to pat myself on the back. I'm saying this because it's been happening all over campus since October, but more in the last two weeks, and not only to a specific demographic of students. This has been happening all over campus to all kinds of students. Because of what's happening in Palestine, and Sudan, and Congo, and the US.

And if obviously right now it's Palestinian and Soudanese students who have it the hardest because of genocidal maniacs in positions of power (I've given trigger warning for colonial violence in my courses all semester because I've had students fall apart on me in class).

But, just before I made it to my office just now, I heard a very average white settler student state that she expects to die in a nuclear war before she has any children.

That's the world we live in folks.

It's a world where young people expect their world to end and others are seeing their world end, being ended.

Now in this hellsite, most of the people here are of that very generation, but there are enough geezers here who might not realize.

Us geezers? We are killing these kids. If we are not killing them literally, we are killing their spirit.

Do you know how many students commit suicide on campus in a average year? On every university campus for that matter? A lot. The number is two digits since September for my uni. How many more students will I have to walk to student services? How many of them will ask me, as the one today asked, if her family being bombed out of existence qualifies for getting Academic Accommodations?

I did not survive the Cold War and Reaganism for these kids to think the same thoughts as we geezers did.

[spamton]

hi so update

[oct 24 2024] im Kacper, a polish 24 yr old autistuc trans guy living in England. As many of you know I don't get a lot of hours at my job, putting me heavily behind on bills. However, I have a new problem - I desperately need to get root canal treatment, which I obviously can't afford, on top of bills

I need roughly £400 more ASAP, as I am risking homelessness on top of the tooth problems I am experiencing. shits BAD

sooooo yeah uh. P-Pal is here, Ko-fi is here.

Reblogs highly appreciated

[loonylupin2]

Every photo of Remus Lupin is like he went to a strict women's college and he's never met a man in his entire life. Have some couth babygirl

[ohshinytrinketsmine]

Pit Babe, ep 7

cause ik folks on tumblr will enjoy a bit of manhandling, a bit of pushing ppl on walls/doors

Bonus: Babe's pretty face as he goes through a wait-what-pardon-no-way denial phase

[harvardhaugland]

stubborn kiss - jamie ♡

a/n: originally an oc fic ive repurposed into a reader insert cuz why not! i really do want to bring this account back so just a quick cut n dry non-proofread fic. :) feel free to send me requests/prompts, im also open to do nsfw drabbles now! especially for sf6 because its what i currently like. :P

this is my very different outlandish interpretation of how jamie shouldve reacted to the bao bro sticker grrrr side note.. u r jamie’s first kiss in this :3

Jamie is always mean to you. Of course he never means it, at least you don’t think he does— but for the most part, he treats you like.. a stray dog that just keeps coming back for more treats.

You’re determined, incessant, often headstrong. You reflect Luke’s fighting style— and personality, even. It’s jarring for him to see you.

But he can’t keep his mind off of you either. When you’re back at it again, climbing up to the rooftop, out of breath, he’ll notice more wounds on you. New ones that he’ll take note of. Small bruises, cuts, or scrapes from previous battles. From roughing up all those box-headed ruffians in the slums of Hong Hu Lu.

Jamie likes to check out every inch of your body that way, eyeing your curves, or the shape of your face— sometimes even small insignificant things, like the wrinkles on your face when you smile after every new move he teaches you.

“Here you are again.” Jamie rolls his eyes. He looks expectant of you, waiting for those same questions about his drunken fists to pop up again— but instead, you extend your hand out to reveal a vinyl sticker of the iconic Bao Bro mascot. It’s a niche gift, and to think you’d ever give him a gift of all things? He starts to feel a little flustered at the act. There’s an obvious flush on his face that doesn’t seem to be caused from drinking for once.

“You’re so..” he clears his throat, “Ridiculous.”

“You don’t like it?” you look confused, a genuine expression of sadness threatens to curve on the corners of your lips, “I mean, if you tell me what you like I could buy something different next time..!” you offer, “I dunno about now though, I’m short on zenny—“ you show a look of embarrassment. Weaving through your wallet for any sort of coins left, to no avail.

“Okay! Okay, I get it! Sheesh.” he bites the tip of his thumb, looking away from you with a certain thought on his mind. Jamie’s face grows redder by the minute and it’s obvious he’s thinking of what to say to you.

“You’re just.. too sweet. Damn you.” he says. It makes him feel awkward. You make him feel awkward! God, he was doomed, “You’re making me feel like I should start buying you gifts now.”

“What? No. You don’t have to do that. You’re already working to train me, isn’t that enough?” you’re a bit puzzled by him. It felt like Jamie was holding back some sort of unbridled rage or new insult to hurl at you with the way he seemed so taken aback by a sticker.

“It doesn’t even warrant you to be spending money on me.” he tried to reason, but you’re very insistent on it all. Jamie knows you’re just about as stubborn as a bull. So he takes a deep breath, looking you in the eye, stern, “Seriously. Bro. What the hell should I do for you to return the favor? Don’t say something dumb like— “training me” either, alright?”

You’re feeling put on the spot right now. Jamie’s seriousness is pressuring you, he leans forward with his hands on his hips, lazily resting his hip on one leg.

You have to work yourself up to say this. It’s a crazy, impulsive and solely self-indulgent request and it’s the only one you could think of.

“..A little kiss?” you ask, you’re voice grows quiet, coy in stance.

Jamie is hesitant. His face only a mere inches away from yours, it’s all a staring contest until he suddenly grips his hands to both sides of your face, squeezing your cheeks so hard it forces your lips to pucker. Slowly, he leans in for an awkward kiss. Firmly planting his face against yours.

It’s uncomfortable and Jamie is seemingly inexperienced with the way he has his eyes squeezed painfully shut— sweat running down his forehead with the tips of your noses mashed together, making this whole thing seem comical when it shouldn’t.

He’s unsure of when to let go of you until the deafening silence starts to get to him and you hold his shoulders. He’s quick to pull away from the “kiss”.

Jamie crosses his arms and looks away from you, you’re a bit shocked for the moment, almost just as flustered as he is— stuck to the fact that he did it with very little hesitation, considering how he usually treats you.

“There.” Jamie pouts, “You got your kiss. Happy? Now, uh, you can stop.. wastin’ your money on me.” the same awkward flush of embarrassment he had before stays even after.

“Thank you.. teacher!” you exclaim, flapping your hands excitedly, bouncing up slightly, you’re giddy. Geeking out as if you’re a fan of a celebrity— Jamie just wishes you would leave him alone now. His unconscious crush on you continuing to egg on as he feels almost accomplished for kissing you, you seemed not to complain about it either.

He adores you, he would never tell you that straight-up. He’ll deny it as much as he can— but he has a genuine soft spot for you.

[cherry-blossom-qf]

"Mortal, blinded by darkness, with a will strong as steel... Let me be your guiding light from here on..."

AU Info: HERE

[cupidsarrcws]

i need boyfriend!patrick to coddle me after a long day.

like you had to wake up at 6 a.m for your classes, and then work a shift where every preppy asshole you go to school with comes in and makes a mess, and then you come home to piles and piles of homework— and who is waiting for you in your dorm with chinese food and a movie already in your laptop? patrick.

there’s no point in you trying to reject his plan of getting you to relax— you’ve tried before and it doesn’t end well. so you give in, lay down by his side and snuggled into the blankets, munching on food while whatever shitty movie he picked plays out on the screen.

you obviously fall asleep 30 minutes into it but he’s planned this out all day— setting the laptop and food to the side before shutting off your shitty dorm light, turning on your essential oil diffuser (which he thinks is so fucking stupid but he is willing to let that joke go for at least for a few hours) and pull you into his chest, feeling his warmth as you drift off further into sleep <33

[annegris]

Anyone else ever get tired of not knowing about a dozen more languages?

[chocolate-cream-soldier]

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[misscammiedawn]

Any opinions on tea?

You'd think as a Brit we'd have a stronger pull but tea's always had a backseat to coffee since our first sip about age 8 or so?

Growing up we were on the shit stuff like Tetley's and PG Tips just black tea in a bag with a bit of milk and sugar. Apparently we make it so bad that despite not living in the UK for almost 20 years at this point some peeps from our past think we make it so weak and milk-first crap that we deserve to be killed for it.

No lie. It's wild. You don't want context.

But these days? I dunno. Keep wanting to go out and get a lil' tea-pot and strainer and start doing loose leaf again. When we were married we used to drink a ton of lavender earl grey and rosehip tea. Our besties were all about the tea. One had his bachelor's party at a tea house lock-in with a professional brewer doing flights and boiling stuff live and telling stories like a hibachi grill. Legit good memory. Forgot about it until answering this.

There's an Asian Market within walking distance of our current place so we grab some imported tea-bags every now and again. Usually green tea or "Japanese Roasted Tea"

Still have a ton of sugar in no matter the brew though.

Tea's great and we've kind of taken to 2 coffees in the morning, 2 teas at night and unlimited water jug in between.

[quirkfics]

May I suggest Teeth for Fat Gum. There's all sorts of scary potential there, I think.

Whether it's the thick clouds overhead, threatening a downpour, or the lateness of the hour, the darkness outside is oppressive. It's almost tangible, creeping in towards the open doorway and your feeble-looking shadow, huddled in the only square of light on the pavement. You have a stranglehold on the trash bag in your hand, staring out at the empty lot, heart sitting oddly heavy in your chest.

"It's not going to take out itself, " you mutter, trying to bolster some kind of confidence to urge yourself forward. The dumpster lid will be closed, and the bag is fucking heavy. Without a second pair of hands, you're going to struggle, but you'll be damned before you go back and ask your coworker for help - not after all the trouble they've caused you in the last few hours alone.

Which means, of course, that the longer you drag your feet, the longer you'll be outside in the cold and eerie dark. You trudge out to the rusting dumpster, avoiding the edge speckled with oil and paint, and wedge your fingers under the metal lid. Your arm and shoulder tense, straining with effort as you push upwards, mentally cursing the entire task. The lid suddenly slides smoothly out of your grasp, creaking as it's lifted fully.

"Need a hand?" A low, jovial voice asks, and you almost trip as you skitter back a few steps, heart pounding so hard it aches. He's tall, absolutely massive, and all you can see of his face is the soft gleam of his eyes and a wide smile, chock full of strangely bright teeth. "Did I startle ya?" He asks, and if anything, his smile grows wider, seemingly pleased by your wide eyed expression.

"A- a little," you agree, tempted to drop the trash bag and haul ass back inside. Before you can act on the thought though, he's deftly plucking the bag out of your hand, tossing it in and lowering the lid carefully. "Uh, thanks?" You offer, finding your feet slowly moving backwards, as if you're moving on instinct alone. You freeze when his gaze drops with a hum, and then rakes back up your body to your face. As if you've been struck, you realize why his smile looks so strange and menacing. There are far too many teeth in his mouth, even though they're straight and even, no one should-

"Ya know, I've been needing some help as well," he says brightly, "and I think you're just the right person for the job. Whaddya say? Keen on returning a favor?"

[welcometotheplanets]

Me to DC and Warner Bros.:

[ladymazzy]

MPs deliver damning verdict on David Cameron's Libya intervention | Libya | The Guardian

A reminder of some of Cameron's diplomatic skills now that this fucking guy - unelected no less - has been given an honour just so that he can be Foreign Minister

No thanks to Cameron's blundering, Libya is a failed state, complete with people traffickers abusing and exploiting Africans in open slave markets

As if there aren't enough crises in the world... Crises that he *absolutely* does not have the wherewithal to be involved with

This fucker presided over a decade of austerity which saw people in the UK die destitute, had Theresa May as Home Secretary with her van doing tours of cities threatening immigrants with deportation. Cameron lacked the diplomacy to even engage reasonably with the EU, despite the fact that he was a 'remainer' who only dumped the referendum shitshow on us because he was so convinced that the majority would vote to stay. And when *he* lost (because it was primarily about him and his fragile ego), he literally sauntered off whistling with his hands in his pockets. The sheer arrogance of the man

We don't need another charmless private school prick filled with hubris in positions of power like this

[amphoraeus]

I find myself at a crossroads. I feel like starting a new game in Skyrim with a stabby dual-blade character who will traverse my heavily modded and prettily planty game, yet I also want to play Sims 3 and enjoy my cozy gameplay in my equally pretty and planty world.

Either way it’s a lot of modding and downloading I’ll be doing because I have a lot of catching up to do in both of those games. But in Sims 3 I have to start from scratch since I lost my CC folder. EVERYTHING needs to be downloaded <_<

[manglechan1204]

Psspsspsst... a lil qForever for the character bingo maybe? :3c

Aaand, if you don't mind... a lil qBad to go with it? :3c :3c :3c

Here's your order sir !

I know it's been a while but I am still feeling so bad about the whole "Cellbit taking richars custody's from Forever" like this shit left me awake at night thinking how I could make qCellbit suffer /lh

There is so much love in this cubito, he loves so much and need so much reassurance on the fact that he is also so loved and I'm- ;;;;-;;;;

The qBbh one was so hard, I had to keep remind me that this is not c!Bad You don't want to see the cbad bingo. But yeah this guy is the definition of needing therapy for so many reasons.

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[gladlypants]

The food is done!!!! .... How?!?!?!