#whatever it takes in this economy

[kishimotomasashi]

Thing is though while I'm always down to point out the flaws in characters deified by the narrative, people always seem to swing all the way in the other direction and portray those characters to be secretly evil and heartless, and personally I find that uninteresting and just plain weird

[foxgirlmoth]

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[szczylpierdolony]

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[yakamozarda]

I think i should like. Talk to my therapist about taking a gap year bc i feel like i need a proper rest that wont be related to anything i wanna do in long term and just Chill but at the same time idk how to. Rest. Like it is legit something im bad at i cant fucking rest more than a week and i feel like i need more than a week to fucking unmentally ill myself or some shit. I dont fucking know man

[elftwink]

actually do you know what i don’t understand and what makes me stressed as all hell. people acting like their relationship is failing if they don’t get married after like 5 years. like if you both want to be my guest but when people talk about like “rules” in relationships it seems to be a given that you get married after a few years (i’ve seen as low as 2 and certainly over 6 people start acting like you’re weird for not being married) but like. why. other than tax benefits (and wanting to obvs) for what reason would you do that. marriage is the entire rest of your life (or that’s what you generally hope when you do it anyway). and a few years is significantly less time than that. if you are happy dating someone i don’t see why there should be an expected timeline to get married at all. especially if you don’t live together or haven’t had to deal with anything a married couple might. like? WHAT is the rush.

[timeisacephalopod]

I know the weird way people have decided to engage with posts made by ‘problematic’ people wasn’t meant to be harmful, but the idea that you have to delete a post you agreed with or liked because OP sucked in some way is pretty insidious when you consider that the mentality behind this is that if you agree with one thing that person has said you agree with everything that person says, and that is flat out ridiculous. It lacks any and all nuance in anyone’s thinking, and it’s adjacent to guilt by association and that’s Not Awesome.

[pizzawrench]

THE POST ON MY DASH I CANNOTTTT

[elibeeline]

Gang I'm trying to buy more Stimtastic stuff bc that ring and chewlery are top tier but??? I don't remember having to pay $23 to ship from the US to the UK??? I'm paying more for shipping than I am for the actual bundle I wanna get???

[docholligay]

Me: Holligay you’ll be fine

ALso me: TIME TO MAKE VODKA GUMMI BEARS

[harpsicalbiobug]

Every year I fill out my taxes and see the Alternative Motor Vehicle Federal Tax Credit, which aims to incentivize the purchase of fuel efficient hybrid, electric and diesel vehicles, in part to encourage green transit choices. And every year I have a brief burst of rage that the fuel free bike I use to get to work every day doesn’t count.

[bi-rezi]

the problem i am having is that i am just so unsure and insecure about every decision i have made and am making related to college all the time and it is really stressing me out

[equus-swift]

Guys I need to find my motivation again. I love being active, I thrive on it, in fact. But not being socially active per se. I need to be academically stimulated - constantly learning new things - and I need to exercise and be physically active and most importantly, I need to feel like I'm doing something worthwhile, like I'm making a difference in some small way. And right now I'm not doing any of that, so I'm digging myself deeper into this hole of despondency and I know that all I have to do is start by doing one small thing, and that's starting riding again, cause that's where I can do all of those things I mentioned. I'm learning new things all the time, I'm being physically active working with the horses (on the ground and off), and I'm helping people who need it. But I've got this block against asking if I can go more regularly cause of the resistance I've faced in the past (although I feel like it won't be as bad now.... But there's still that hesitance). And the situation in this country is NOT BLOODY HELPING!!! No one has to read this or anything, I just needed to get it out there so I can get myself into gear and start actually doing something

[neil-gaiman]

Honestly, the main reason I sent that ask is because I was up all night freezing in my own home, as you so eloquently put it, so I can get to winter only £400 in debt to the energy company instead of £500.

Unfortunately, I’m not a retired author. Like most people in my situation, I work full time.

So when you use quaint euphemisms like fed or comfortable to mean very wealthy it’s callously insulting.

I know what comfortable money is and if you were getting that from Netflix they’d be paying you less than a customer service supervisor.

Most of the authors who we support at the Authors League Fund don't consider themselves retired, even in their 70s and 80s. They can't afford to retire, and because an author's life is a precarious one, few of them have pensions or savings enough -- and those who do have savings often find that one medical emergency can wipe them out. They'd love to be writing if anyone would publish them, or be teaching, and almost all of them are working however they can to make whatever money they can. And the Fund helps them with the money to eat, to pay dental or medical bills, to get cars back on the road, to pay rent, or pay energy bills. So when I'm talking about copyright feeding authors, I'm not talking about me, specifically, I'm talking about most authors (only 2% of whom can support themselves through their writing alone, per the last statistics I saw, but it may have dropped since then). These aren't "quaint euphemisms". When I say "fed" and "comfortable" I'm talking about survival. (And yes, some of these authors are people you've heard of and whose books you probably love.)

Here's the Author's League Fund link -- please read the link on what we do and how it works, and donations are always very welcome:

And, yes, I'm an international best-selling author: I actually take a pay-cut to work on Good Omens, Anansi Boys and Sandman, because I'd be making vastly more writing new books, instead of showrunning. I'm an outlier in all this, and I'm not pretending I'm not. (I know it's not usual to be making things that have an affect on a whole country's economy, as in https://deadline.com/2022/06/screen-scotland-report-half-billion-dollars-scotland-economy-good-omens-1235051307/.)

But...

If I'd died in my late thirties, back when I wasn't an outlier, with three children under the age of 18, and all my copyrights and royalties had terminated at my death, my kids would have been watching the Sandman and Good Omens TV adaptations, or the Stardust movie, and seeing the books and comics on sale and wondering why it was fair that huge corporations were making enormous amounts of money on their dad's creations, and reprinting his books and comics, while they, too, were struggling to pay for food or heat.

All over the UK people are struggling to pay energy bills. It's obscene. In your part of the world I'm supporting local foodbanks, and several local school "breakfast clubs" and after school groups, because I can afford to and a tiny amount of food makes a huge difference to kids (and to the people who need the foodbank assistance). But I'm not seeing that the awfulness of UK energy policy would be improved by a shorter period of copyright, and if I didn't have the copyright and royalties on things I'd created over 30 years ago, I might not be in a position to help feed people.

Does that help?

[wiserodin032402]

Kobeni from Chainsaw Man is a D&D Fighter

Okay yeah crazy people make dumb shit in D&D all the fuckin’ time, you can just say what the fuck on the internet. Some idiot made an article on how to play Cyberpunk Edgerunners characters in D&D what’s the big deal?

The big deal is that the D&D Fighter isn’t really...well represented in actual fiction. Controversial take, I know, but most uh...most mundane characters in fiction don’t really fit the bill of ‘Only good at combat but in a mostly superficial way that’s completely outclassed by the real shit of the setting’.

They’re not this:

This unique blend of...hell on earth that just isn’t present in actual fiction. One could say completely fucking unplayable. For those not in the know, this is D&D 3.5′s iteration of Fighter. For those who play 5e, this is basically the widely-mocked Champion Fighter subclass.

They’re proficient with all simple weapons, all martial weapons, all armor, and all shields including tower shields. They also have the following class skills: Climb (Str), Craft (Int), Handle Animal (Cha), Intimidate (Cha), Jump (Str), Ride (Dex), and Swim (Str)...with a grand total of 2 + Intelligence bonus skill points per level. That’s right, if you’re a Fighter of Average intelligence, you get to be okay in...2 skills.

And their saves are atrocious. If something even slightly scary shows up, the average Fighter is shitting themselves and running for the fucking hills.

This is obviously wildly fucking unrepresentative of any character in fantasy fiction. Too many demonstrate the ability to do more than just fight, and the characters who are famous for focusing on fighting are in series where being good at fighting means you can cut mountains in half or blow up the moon. And they’re all so...brave. Immune to fear even.

Enter God’s Chosen Failwoman

She’s a Public Safety Devil Hunter from the hit manga Chainsaw Man. She does this because her family made her, and it was either killing devils or prostitution.

Kobeni is a massive coward and in the first arc she’s introduced in with The Eternity Devil, she’s all too willing to simply kill Denji and give his heart up. When something scary is happening, Kobeni is the first to coward out.

Kobeni also isn’t very skilled. She quits public safety to go work fast food, and she can barely do that. Fast Food, considered entry-level work in this hellish economy due to how easy it is to teach someone to do it.

And yet, something curious.

When it comes to completely normal, completely mundane, completely comprehensible violence, Kobeni is unphased, and is insanely good at it. Sure, her partner got shot, but her reaction was to simply kill the shooter

and then go find the perpetrators

And when confronted by a frankly mundane demon attack, it doesn’t even touch her:

She’s also good enough with that knife, which for all intents and purposes is a completely mundane kitchen knife to slice clean through bone:

It’s groundbreaking. I’ve searched far and wide, but I’ve never found a character in fiction who perfectly lines up with everything that D&D 3.5 and even core Pathfinder 1e Fighter sets out to emulate. Someone who’s only good at violence, who’s insanely good with only one weapon, but can never break out of being completely mundane with their violence. Who, no matter how strong they get, how hard they work, is only human, with entirely human limits.

Here’s how you build Kobeni.

You need a high Strength and Dex. You need to be a Human. You need Weapon Finesse. You need to take Weapon Focus and Weapon Specialization, the full featline, with whatever knife of your choice (Weapon Focus, Weapon Specialization, Greater Weapon Focus, Greater Weapon Specialization, Melee Weapon Mastery). Take Lighting Reflexes. Take Light Armor Specialization.

Hell, if you want to more closely emulate how Kobeni functions, take the Combat Focus featline, which puts you into a sort of battle trance once you make a successful attack that lasts for about 10 rounds, which gives a bonus to will saves and other effects. Effects you can only get in Combat.

And guess what? You’ll be getting the genuine Kobeni experience. Being only good at completely mundane violence in a world that dramatically ramps up in stakes and moves past you.

[seat-safety-switch]

In the town where I was born, their only claim to fame is having a really exciting snake-breeding festival. Once a year, for whatever reason, all the snakes in the surrounding area decide that it's a great idea to get their bone on in the middle of town. Tourists used to travel there, back in the days when television was more boring, and watch this infinitely undulating orb of reptile sex slither all over town. Now there's not so many tourists, although the snakes are as randy as ever.

This has, naturally, impacted the town's economic prospects. It's easy to refuse fiscal support from other levels of government when the local diner is doing boffo business from nature photographers and U-Haul van airbrushers. No handouts. Strong back, principle and all that. Thing is, when the local economy goes to shit, usually the surrounding area does as well. So they started to attract snake handlers.

Now, I don't judge folks for their oddball religious affiliations – I have owned a Chrysler Intrepid, after all – but it just seemed to me like it was a bad idea to handle snakes. Especially snakes you don't know. Especially-especially snakes you don't know, after the long-time pastor who provided all the snakes for your previous handling episodes had died without leaving any documentation as to what he did to make the old snakes not bite you. So now the town had two problems: the aforementioned fiscal constraints, and also legal trouble from allowing a bunch of folks to show up in their Sunday best and get bitten to death by poisonous, horny snakes.

Ultimately, the problem solved itself. And by that, I mean that I moved out of town as soon as I was able. There's not much left for me back there anymore. The snakes own it all now anyway, due to an obscure provision in state law. Sometimes in the spring, though, I like to think about visiting the town, and taking a few photographs, just to recapture a bit of that old glory. Then I don't, because if I wanted to see a bunch of snakes making life difficult for myself, I'd fix the wiring harness in this Goddamn Saab.

[leigh-kay]

hey!! im a little unsure if your inbox is still open, but i was wondering if i could request a tyler galpin x fem!reader smut? i’ve already read my way through all of the ones on here and there aren’t enough 😭 anything with dom tyler would be great, but mean!dom tyler would be awesome :) maybe with a sir/master kink (i j know he likes being called that), edging/overstim and choking? maybe even dracaphyllia? (this is my first time requesting anything, so im sorry if i did smth wrong!!) -🫧 anon

ask and you shall recieve 🤗

(honored to be ur first request btw like omg, i hope its all you wanted)

lets get to it, shall we?

Take it to The Limit || Tyler Galpin

Tyler has demons and rather than kill people, hes a mean dom in bed bc it takes the edge off and is much more socially acceptable.

warnings// smut ofc, overstim, choking, dacryphilia, sir kink, mean!dom! tyler (a fav of mine), rough sex, p in v, no protection bc this is fictional, but all you horny kids better wrap before you tap in this fucking economy

His tongue was on her again, dragging up and down her slit, making her squirm and whine. He'd brought her so close three freaking times and for whatever reason, wouldn't let her cum.

"Please sir, I've-" a scream escaped her as he sucked on her clit, sending her eyes to the back of her head.

God he was good at that.

"I've been so good!"

She could feel his laugh against her core as he fucked his tongue into her.

"But you're so pretty when you cry for me," he mocked, turning his attention to sucking marks into her thighs.

Running his tongue along the bruises he leaves behind before sinking his teeth into the skin. Just enough to break the top layer of skin. To make her yelp at the pain and let the tears pooling in her eyes from the overstimulation fall.

He worked at her core with his fingers, dragging slow over her slit, refusing to slip them in as she bucked against him, desperate.

A smack landed over a patch of marks he'd left on her thigh, "Stay fucking still."

She whimpered, writhing against her own better judgement as she tried to think up ways to make him end this torment.

It hurt so bad. She just wanted to cum, to feel him fuck into her until she lost it. She wanted to feel the way he filled her so full she couldn't think straight.

"Did i not tell you to not move?" he asked calmly, nothing like the thoughts undoubtedly behind those brown eyes of his.

"I'm so sorry," the tears welled up even higher against her eyes, "I didn't mean it sir," she began to sob.

"What is it? Hm? You wanna be fucked?" he spoke firm, like he was making fun of her.

He was always so condescending.

"Yeah? You wanna cum? Let me fuck you until the only thing you know is my name? Of course thats what you want. Always such a slut for my cock hm?"

She nodded quickly, "Please sir, I'll do anything, please just use me?"

"You can beg better than that baby," goddamn that glint in his eyes.

"Please! Use me. I want you to fuck me so hard I feel it for days. I wanna feel you cum inside me, please sir, I need it."

He smiled, oh so sinister as he adjusted between her legs, taking a few short strokes at his cock. It was a deep red and the tip was coated in precum.

He'd been ready for a while and yet he made her wait all this time! She was going to strangle him when he wasnt towering over her naked body, looking like a fucking God with his dick inches from her entrance.

As he leaned over her, his fingers locked around her throat, using it as leverage as he thrust into her quickly.

He left no time for adjustment as he pounded into her. The noises he made as he fucked into her sent her mind into a frenzy.

All her thoughts consisted of were his name.

"Such a whore under me, yeah baby? Taking me like you were fucking made for it."

She felt the ache rise in her belly as he tightened his grip on her throat, leaning closer to her ear.

"I can feel you clenching down on me, so close already?"

She nodded, moaning as she arched into his chest, legs shaking as her orgasm grew closer.

She grabbed at his shoulders as he pushed against a place deep inside of her, sending her head flying into the pillows.

He grinned, hitting the same spot again and again until she screamed out, body writhing under him as he sank his teeth into her shoulder.

His own orgasm chasing him faster than he'd anticipated.

"Such a perfect slut for me, fuck," he groaned.

"Please sir, I need you to cum inside me," she begged, desperate for his release.

His head fell back, pace not letting up as he came into her, pressing a messed kiss to her open mouth.

She fought a smile as he pulled out of her before taking her hand in his, "Fuck, are you okay?"

She nodded, silent.

"Words."

"I'm okay."

"Nothing was too much?" He held concern in his eyes.

"Well. I hurt. A lot. But that was the best orgasm of my life."

"Oh? So I've gotta keep outdoing myself then?"he smiled, his once dark expressions shifting to lighter, playful ones.

"If you ever tease me that much again, I'll leave your ass."

He nuzzled into her neck, rubbing soothing circles along her stomach, "Noted."