First Time

Omg i am always so imsecure about that because i have an accent and most of the times i have read the words, know what they mean but mispronounce them because i never heard them. Like hypocrite i always said it like hay-po-crait

look man im a native english speaker and i’ve been mispronouncing a crap ton of words because i never looked up the pronunciation for any of them but if you make fun of how a foreigner pronounces an english word either because of their accent or having never heard that word before i will fucking fight you because english has shitty pronunciation rules and none of them make sense fuck off

EXACTLY BUT HERE IN GERMANY ITS FOR ME 7:30 TO 5:00 WITH AN HOUR LUNCH

MADNESS!

i hate the whole thing about "working 9-5" cause that just doesn't make sense to me

all my jobs have been 8-5 with 1 hour lunch what is this American fuckery

GOM+Kagami reacting to their so's sending dirty pics/sexting on their phones. Defiantly leading to nsfw things

Akashi: He’d quietly put his phone away and continue his business. He’d make things move quickly, claiming to have an appointment he had to attend. After he is done, he’d quickly head to his s/o’s house just to show them what he had to put up with. “You seemed to be eager to see me today” he’d say as he tugged off the tie around his neck. “Now I get to show you how eager I am to see you”.

Aomine: At first he’d have little interest with what was a new text. The sight of you in a compromising position, partially nude, excited him. Feeling a bit challenged, Aomine would respond with his own pictures. Round 1: abs, Round 2: pelvic area, Round 3: his dick and Round 4: he’d come to your place. “Man you know just how to rile me up” he wouldn’t even give you a chance to explain yourself.

Kise: He’d save the pictures in his phone for future use. If he wasn’t in public, he would retaliate with his own pictures. Assuming he’s busy, he’d call you. “___-cchi! I got a boner from your sexy body!” he’d whine into the phone, jacking off all the while. “____-cchi owes me that sweet voice when we do it” he’d sigh into the phone. You would pick up on what he was doing and would feel yourself become aroused. “Hey don’t be selfish ___-cchi, I want to hear how good you feel too~”.

Kuroko: Remaining calm, he’d make sure no one was around his phone as he saved the pictures. He’d reply with “I’m coming” and head to your house. Each pic you sent on the way was retaliated with a picture of Kuroko on his way. The final picture would be him outside your door. “___, I’m here” he would text with restless fingers. As soon as you open the door it would be over. Kuroko would pull you into a tight hug, pressing his erection into you.

Midorima: “Stop it” Midorima’s face would turn red as he tried to convince you to cease sending him the pictures. To his dismay, you continued to send pictures of yourself. The final straw was the “make me” that accompanied you taking a picture of you bare ass. “Fine, expect a long punishment” Mirodima wouldn’t answer your provocative responses. The sound of your doorbell made your heart race. As you greeted him, the sounds of handcuffs locking hit your ears. “My lucky item of the day was necessary after all” he smirked as the color drained from your face.

Murasakibara: He’d scroll through the pictures until feeling himself getting aroused. He’d reply with a “___-chin stop or come over” and wait. If you persisted, he’d call and tell you about his hard on. Either way he’d press for you to come to his place. Once you showed up, Murasakibara would take you to his room and lock the door. From there, it was relaxed sex until dinner time. Your excuse was a study date.

Kagami: At first he’d be alarmed at the sudden texts. He’d make sure no one was around to see the pictures before replying with his flustered reaction. If you persisted, he’d reply with “Should I come over?” or something suggesting the same. Either way he’d show up at your  doorstep with an anxious frown. “If you wanted to have sex, all you had to do was ask” he’d growl in frustration before taking you to your room.

This is my fav type of outfit, sadly I cant wear it for my job

My life in a nutshell

„Veni, Vidi, Reliqui“

„I came, I saw, I left“

That’s probably my life quote and my life in a nutshell.

Even though I don’t really know what to do with it.

I don’t really like my brother but nowadays I relate to him more than I want to.

And it scares me like hell, because I never thought I’d get why he is so aggressive and mad about my mom.

I just want to figure life already out without getting scolded.

via @defineyourgrind

“I can’t wait for gen z to get its wish and have civilization fall and collapse. You’re all going to be the first to die in the chaos. I honestly cannot imagine gen z in the workforce. Gen z doing any kind of labour? Ha, what a joke.”

You know what, mysterious internet person? I can’t imagine my generation in the workforce either. You know why? Because in order to get a job, we need work experience, but that’s only if we have time. We have to find the time to balance school, self care, a life, taking care of our families, and if we somehow manage to get a job, we have to balance that, as well. Right now, the North American school systems pressure literal children into conforming to the system. We are measured by our ability to fill in the correct bubble, and when a student struggles to understand like I do, despite trying as hard as they can, all the blame falls on them, and nothing gets done to help them.

The pressure to get good grades causes many high school students to develop very real mental health issues, and many more to break down in tears or similar because of stress. We have to get good grades so we can graduate and be put into crippling debt just to afford a post secondary education, and because so many students struggle like I do, those who can afford even a bit of it end up not meeting the requirements despite being qualified. Not to mention the raising prices for a higher level of education. While our parents were able to afford it with just a few months of working, all following generations have a debt that will last who knows how many years, because they are forced to take out loans. Because of students not being able to get into college or university, they are often overlooked when applying for jobs, which leads to still not having the money to get a post secondary education.

We are expected to live just like the older generations did. We are expected to have a good job, a nice house, and a good education by age 20, but while they had a simple 100m dash to get through, younger generations have to get through a full triathlon and two obstacle courses just to achieve one of those things. We must survive in a crippling economy where everyone is against us, and it isn’t because of ‘those pesky iPhones’.

Instead, it is caused by our elders who demand unconditional respect, while we have to earn it. We are treated like children who know nothing. We are raised to sit up and shut up, taking anything that’s thrown at us without a word, and if we try to speak up, we are labelled as rude and rebellious. We are taught that conforming to society’s views is the way to get through life, and we are too young to know who we are.

If we express anything out of the ordinary, it’s labeled as a phase, and our experiences are written off because we’re ‘too young’ to understand. We are too young know who we are, unless it’s part of society’s norms. We are too young to fight for what’s right. Too young for this, too young for that, and yet we are forced to grow up. We need to grow up because the world has gone to utter shit, and people are dying. We need to grow up because the ‘real world’ doesn’t suddenly appear after high school. We need to grow up because this world has political leaders that make all minorities fear for their lives. We need to grow up so we can get that education, so we can get that job, so we can have even a small chance at survival.

Random internet person, I have one last thing to say to you. Civilization is already collapsing. The chaos is now, and our struggle to survive is not our fault.

He really put his whole ass in it this week

I had not realized how small our worlds must feel to the humans until I walked on one of theirs and realized how small I felt. Their ceilings arched high above even their heads, their buildings rose past the horizon, and their seats could fit me comfortably underneath. When I first arrived, I made the mistake of assuming a chair was a resting hide and settled underneath the sturdy metal to rest before resuming my search for the research lab. The hallways and streets seemed endless, full of looming humans and their unfairly long legs. My tentacles were not meant for this much land travel and they ached. I let my skin fade to the dusty gray of the soft fiber mat as I stretched out my remaining main tentacle. It had to work harder to move me because of the loss of my left main tentacle, and it was beginning to twinge.

A large face suddenly leaned down in front of me. I went blue in fear.

“Hey there, you alright?”

“Yes, I was just resting.”

“Okay, you looked like you were hiding and I wondered if you needed help.”

I hesitated, unsure about showing weakness to another being. But humans were strangely helpful creatures; it should be alright. “I am a bit lost.”

“Yeah? Where you headed?” The human crouched down onto the floor so that they could see me better. I wondered how they had spotted me with my skin matching the floor pattern.

I pulled out the scrap of paper with the address written on it and showed it to the human. “Here. I was told to go there, but I can’t find it.”

The human tapped on their tablet for a moment before baring their teeth. “Oh! I know the place! It’s just four blocks away. I can take you there.”

I contracted nervously. I did not like the reminder that humans were omnivores so close to myself. “Um. If you wouldn’t mind.”

“Not at all!” They slung a pack off of their back and held it out to me. “Hang onto this.”

I hesitantly wrapped my tentacles around the pack and flashed in panic when they swung it up into the air and onto their back.

“You all right up there?”

I gurgled affirmatively as the human started walking, their long limbs eating up the ground far quicker than I would have ever managed. This was… unexpected but very welcome. The fact that their first instinct was to attempt to carry another being was interesting. Sure, I was much smaller than them, but they had no way of knowing how dense I would be. I could weigh 60 pounds for all they knew, but they hadn’t hesitated to try.

“So why are you headed to the research center, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I was told they would research how to give me a new tentacle if I volunteered.” I clung tighter to the pack as they turned abruptly down the walk.

“Me too! They gave me a new leg!” The human knocked their knuckles against their thigh with a hollow thudding sound.

I flashed in fascination. They were carrying me with no apparent difficulty and without any noticeable change in their walking pattern. “Did it hurt?”

“It took a bit of getting used to, but it doesn’t hurt near as bad as the old ones did. The Center knows their stuff.”

“That is very reassuring. Thank you.” I could probably deal with a little pain if it meant regaining some mobility.

“No problem. Here we are!” he walked through a set of massive automatic glass doors and twisted his neck so he could try to look at me. It must be tiring to have to move ones whole head instead of just eyestalks. “You need any water?”

“Um. Yes, please.” My skin was feeling a bit dry.

“He went to a large, glowing machine and punched a few buttons. The machine groaned and there was a terrible thumping noise before a bottle of water fell into a slot on the bottom. He picked up the bottle and held it over his shoulder so I could reach it. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.” I tucked the bottle against my body with a minor tentacle to absorb later. I didn’t want to risk spilling water on the helpful human.

The humans walked over to a large desk and attracted another human’s attention with an open hand gesture. “Hi! Yeah, my friend here wants to volunteer. Can you set him up an appointment?”

The secretary looked around for a moment before noticing my eyestalks hovering over the human’s shoulder. They bared their teeth. “Hi, My name is Felicia. I can make an appointment for you no problem. For now, would you be willing to accompany me to a waiting room and fill out some paperwork?”

The human carrying waited for my ‘yes’ before slinging the pack off of their back and gently lowering me to the ground. “you good?”

“Yes. Thank you very much for your assistance.”

“No problem, my dude. Hope they can set you up!” The human waved their open hand at me and headed out the front door.

Felicia walked around the desk with a clipboard in hand. “Are there any accommodations we can provide for mobility, comfort, or safety?”

I flashed in confusion. What an odd question. But yet… “Is it far to the waiting room?”

Their eyes glanced between a point far away and then down at me. “Relatively. Would you like a wheelchair?” They spun their clipboard to face me and it’s surface presented a picture of a seat with wheels, and then an illustration of a being using the device to move from one point to another.

“Yes, please.”

They nodded crisply and went back behind their desk, reemerging with a wheelchair rolling in front of them. I managed to slip up onto the seat and settled in. As soon as I was secure, Felicia began pushing the wheel chair along a hallway. We passed maybe eight doors before they stopped and wheeled me into a room with a much lower ceiling than the entrance area. They parked the chair by a table and set the clipboard down in front of me along with a calling device.

“The first few pages are information packets. This room is not monitored and we will not prevent you from leaving at any time. If you wish to contact someone, you may do so. If you wish to speak to a non human representative, we will do our best to accommodate you. After you finish the information packets and make your decision, please fill out the questionnaires.” They bared their teeth and folded their hands behind their back in what I assumed was a nonthreatening gesture. Very contradictory, these humans.

“If you need any assistance, simply press this button and a volunteer will come to assist you. Is there anything you need at this moment?”

“No, thank you.”

They nodded and left the room, closing the door softly behind them. I flattened a portion of my body into a dish shape and poured some of the water into the dip so it could absorb through my skin while I looked through the paper work. Which, apparently ‘paperwork’ didn’t actually mean ‘work on paper’ as I had assumed. The clipboard was actually an industrial grade tablet. The first page on the tablet was a list of questions that asked if I had been coerced, manipulated, or otherwise forced into volunteering by any being, as well as a list of numbers I could call for protection if I felt I had. Humans seemed to realize how terrifying they were, but were strange in that they appeared to not want to scare anybody.

After signing that I was here of my own free will, that I understood my legal rights, and that I agreed to allow them to test experimental prosthetics on me (permission that I could withdraw at anytime, they mentioned this several times), there was yet another list of numbers I could call at any time for help. Finally, they asked if I was comfortable working in close proximity with humans.

I thought hard before I answered that. Yes, they were big, strong, and showed their teeth far too much, but every human I had come across had been shockingly helpful, going out of their path and giving away their own possessions and time to help. I had even seen on the news that a human had legally adopted Murian children as their own to help care for them. Yes, I think I would be comfortable working with humans. Especially if they all had the trait of carrying smaller beings on their backs. I liked seeing things from their perspective.  

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Like promised yesterday, here’s brand new Kagami audio - and I mean brand new, as this CD was released recently.  This is NSFW, dummy mic audio, so put your headphones on! - More Kagami audios - More character audios -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- This is from Drama CD “Kareshi ga Icha××(Ero) wo Kyouyou Shite, Douyou no Toru Mattaku neraremasen! Vol.1 Haruto” Thank you for cozynoon for pointing this out for me!