Jester full-on hyperventilating and having a panic attack because she thought all her problems were solved but the money wasn’t nearly as much as she expected… while simultaneously blurting out positive thoughts about how it was all okay and it was enough and probably her mom was doing it all for a reason really fucking hurt my heart okay? Because this is the first time we’ve seen her happiness as a coping mechanism in full action and she was really trying her freaking best to keep her head up despite how terrifying this new situation is to her and if someone tries to call her “spoiled” or some shit like that I will fight them.
Happy birthday, @notaficwriter! Have some porn. Also a happy birthday month to @pagerunner-j and @out-there-on-the-maroon. Yay for arbitrary deadlines! And a happy birthday to myself tomorrow. My present to myself is positive attention. I hope. Or just the satisfaction of having finished a chapter, I guess.
“Oh, hello there, darling,” Vex greets him as she approaches the
giant-ass tub he has all to himself, filled to the brim with steaming hot water
that smells faintly like strawberries. “Fancy meeting you here.”
“Who’d have thought,” he agrees, trying to sound nonchalant, probably,
but his tone has a slight tinge of both trepidation and reverence to it – both
things she heard in his voice the night before, though something tells her the
trepidation is entirely unrelated to her naked body this time, mostly due to
the fact that she hasn’t even revealed it yet.
Well. It might be somewhat related to the burns and bruises scattered
over her body from where the meteors had hit her, the large patch of dry and
cracked skin on her side, and angry red marks burned into her skin from where
the poison breath had hit her before killing her. She’s not sure, but
considering how she still has an impact scar tinged with green at the center of
her chest, maybe healing magic doesn’t quite get rid of the marks of fatal
attacks. Nine hells, she still has bite and claw marks from the pit fiend that
haven’t quite healed over yet.
And Percy still has every single scar caused by Ripley’s bullets on his
chest.
“Yeah, you know…” She drawls out as she drops her bathrobe, still a few
feet away from the tub. “I could have gotten my own tub, but that just felt
incredibly lonely somehow.”
“Understandable,” Percy says, his eyes following her robe down her body,
but catching on the new scars and bruises courtesy of both Thordak and Raishan,
but mostly Raishan. “It’s also just more efficient to share. Saves water. And
time.”
In order to earn money to pay off my $42,000 student loan debt, I tore into Betsy DeVos’ ridiculously bad house for Vox.
Update: I’ve gotten a lot of nasty emails about how I’m lazy and entitled for…(looks at smudged ink on hand)…working hard at my job to pay off my debts.
I don’t know how much this house cost, but according to the topical website PriceyPads.com, the house has three bedrooms and 10 bathrooms, three kitchens, eight dishwashers, 13 porches, and an elevator. Something about that ratio of bedrooms to dishwashers seems off to me, but what would I, a mere wretch, too dumb and poor to avoid being exploited by the predatory cost of higher education, know?
if anyone ever tries to tell u that racism/sexism/ableism/etc. are “natural” just show them this video
Those two that just could not come up with any differences! They were like “we both got glasses, both got these red sweaters, maybe we’re different heigh- nope we’re the same height… well shit we’re perfectly the same!”
Those kids were perfect
Whenever I see this video I’m always struck that the kids are so quick to say what their friends are GOOD AT or what their friends enjoy. They’re so quick to build each other up!
Overdressed & Underappreciated 