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Oh no oh no I don’t like this at all

Kamala please pull through please

Vote vote vote vote vote vote vote vote

Have you voted yet? No? Do it. Don’t let your children/nieces or nephews/whatever look up at you and see someone who did nothing. Let them see someone who did what they could.

If your parents haven’t voted, bite at their ankles. Bite at everyone’s ankles. Become the national ankle biter, just get a someone to vote.

The polls don’t matter. Whether you’ re in a swing state or not doesn’t matter. Go vote please if someone send me proof they voted (the sticker) I’ll post the next chapter of Saiki Kusuo and the Olympians a little bit early. I’ll post a really cute picture of a frog I stole if 5 people reblog w/ an I Voted sticker that hasn’t been worn yet.

Vote vote vote vote please I can’t do shit I’m a minor only 80,000 votes made a difference last year

Every Single Argument I've Heard Against Increasing Intelligence in My English Class and My Counterclaims

We read Flowers for Algernon, and this discussion ensued. We now have to write an essay about it, and I am sure I must be missing something, because I can't find any reason to side against increasing intelligence.

To set the stage, we debated whether to increase intelligence in real life. This means that any potential effects of intelligence-enhancing surgery inside Charlie Gordon's universe (i.e., the intelligence wearing off) are not applicable. In this debate, we are referring to intelligence—not knowledge. In this context, intelligence refers to IQ, while knowledge refers to information. This means Elon Musk's Neuralink, while not irrelevant, is not the main focus of this argument.

If an argument is good, I will do my best to admit that.

These are in no particular order.

It would decrease diversity.

Starting off strong with this interesting point, those against increasing intelligence argue that increasing intelligence would eliminate neurological differences between people. In other words, it would get rid of stupid people.

The amount of intelligence someone has is not 'diversity.' If everyone had the same IQ, we would not all be the same because we still have our personalities -- and that's only touching on neurological differences. There are plenty of other ways we differ.

Grit matters more.

Personally, I don't understand this argument. Just because something is of more value to your success doesn't mean everything else doesn't matter.

Imagine you're on your way to class. You'd want a pencil, right?

Well, you don't actually <em>need</em> that pencil. You could just take the lead, and it would still work -- maybe not as well, but it would still work. The wood casing around the lead isn't the most important part of the pencil, so, under this logic, it's unnecessary.

Sophisticated crime would increase.

This is a much better point than the last two, but it's still not infallible.

While sophisticated crime, such as bank robberies and pharmaceutical cover-ups, would increase, so would the effectiveness of our methods of battling it. If everyone had increased intelligence, we would still be fighting on an even playing field.

Some people wouldn't change their opinions, no matter how wrong they are.

For example, while Isaac Newton was very intelligent, he was also a misanthrope. People can have prejudices and incorrect opinions despite being very intelligent.

This is true -- to a point. While some people would still be caught up in their prejudice, increased intelligence will let more people see through it. It doesn't make much sense to use this as a stand-alone point

It may only be available to the ultra-wealthy, exacerbating class disparities.

See this, y'all? THIS is how you make a good argument. Talk about stuff like this instead of bringing up weird points about grit and diversity, and you'll be golden.

We need to solve a lot of things before we can make intelligence-enhancing technology available -- that's undeniable. However, this is the case with most medical procedures. The wealthier among us can afford expensive treatments to save their children's (or their) lives and give them a boost in life, while those with less money are left sitting in the dust.

It's not great, but it's the unfortunate reality. Adding another medical procedure to the mix wouldn't make much a difference.

I agree, however, that introducing intelligence-enhancing technology while we have such drastic class differences could be dangerous. It would give the rich a large advantage while middle and lower-class citizens would have a much harder time getting into the same universities as them because they have lower IQs.

See? This is a good argument. I will admit that -- this is one of the best points I've heard against it, and it's rarely brought up.

What do you guys think? I'm mostly limited to the evidence provided by my teacher, so I'm curious as to what some points you guys have are.

If I was unclear on anything, please let me know.

Sources for Arguments:

Intelligence Article

Grit Tedtalk (used as evidence for grit argument)

Anyway, it's 2:45 and I have school tomorrow, so I should probably go to bed. See y'all tomorrow!

Ai is sweating bullets rn

IT HAS BEEN FOUND I am so relieved

I'm so sorry to everyone getting 15 notifications a week from me, I'm bored and don't have any birthdays to write for (or, at least, none that I know the character of)

I'm lowkey freaking out where is my goddamn cupcake recipe

It was on Sally's Baking addiction and now it's goooooone and it was the only one that didn't make you use fancy stuff like oil or expresso ;-;

I'm lowkey freaking out where is my goddamn cupcake recipe

It was on Sally's Baking addiction and now it's goooooone and it was the only one that didn't make you use fancy stuff like oil or expresso ;-;

the sudden urge to write a romance about the sweet little blorbos in your head even though you can't write kissing for shit

Local high schooler finds out he experiences immunodeficiency due to always burning away illnesses

Anyways I imagine this happening very early on in my au, so no hair clips or braces/mobility aids acquired yet

Help a Palestinian Family Escape Genocide

78% of the way there!

gofundme.com

Donate to Help my family survive famine and have secure life, organised by Mazin Fakak

Dear friends, family, and compassionate supporters, My name is Eman Za… Mazin Fakak needs your support for Help my family survive famine an

A message from Eman:

Dear friends, family, and compassionate supporters,

My name is Eman Zaqout, from Occupied Gaza, Palestine. I am contacting you at a really desperate and urgent moment.

I am seeking your assistance to raise funds for saving our lives, facing the starvation in Gaza and help me achieve my doctoral degree dream after awarding prestigious PhD Fellowship.

I'm a wife and mother of two little kids. My husband Mahmoud Zaqout 39 years old, my son Rakan 12 years old and my doughter Seba 10 years old. I am also an employee working in a medical field and at the same time a scientific researcher conducting different research inside and outside Gaza as well.

For years, I poured my heart and soul into my work at Al-Shifa Hospital and Turkish Palestinian Friendship Hospital, as Biotechnology Specialist serving basically cancer patients with compassion and skill.

I am just like any motivated and loving life woman, who loves her family, job and warm house. Since October 7th, my life changed dramatically when Israeli military launched a sweeping war against Gaza. My home and our neighborhood in the North have been destroyed early in this crisis. I and my family have experienced disastrous and unforgettable moments in that day when Israeli warplanes started a violent attack with heavy missiles and white phosphorus in our region. Ambulances and the Palestinian Red Cross evacuated us from the targeted place, so we went to my father’s home. My job and my husband's job are gone. Israel forced us later to evacuate again from the north Gaza to the south where they claimed it would be the safe zone but it is not at all. Our sweet home and neighborhood have been destroyed along with our belongings and precious memories. Even if the war ends, it's literally unlivable.

It has been 10 months of hell and horror. This genocide has been too long to bear, and our mental health and lives are in constant danger. We have reached a point where there is no hope left for us here in Gaza, where we are unfortunately just waiting for our turn to die.

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There is an extended version of her story on her GoFundMe.

Please donate if you can. Any amount helps, whether it's 5 dollars, 10 dollars, or 20 dollars. Here is a link to her Tumblr:

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She has been verified by 90-ghost and aces-and-angels.

needed to get this idea out of my nervous system

FLAT COLOR DONE RAHHH

Queerplatonic butterfly I made bc why not

Saiki has a little sister au, part 4: Pranks [FULL COMIC UNDER THE CUT]

part 1

part 2

part 3

not really proud of this one, but the art is pretty so it gets posted

Matsuzaki - Birthday Celebration

"I hope you understand why I invited you to my office," Matsuzaki said calmly. Kongou just stared at him defiantly. 

"No, teach. I don't," he all but spat, his face twisted in annoyance.

"Kongou, I wanted to talk to you about your grades in Japanese. You're seriously lagging behind." Kongou rolled his eyes.

"I'll try harder. Is that all?"  Matsuzaki quieted and peered at the student before him. Finally, he nodded, and Kongou stood abruptly and stalked out.

Matsuzaki glanced down at the poem in front of him, Kongou Tsuyoshi written at the bottom. Maybe next time, he'd confront him.

I made this a while ago for Halloween, but GENLOSS MASK WOO

Also carpet reveal get hyped people

2 Pieces of News

1: I don't think anyone follows me on Wattpad, but in case someone sees this blog later and happens to use that site, my stories have been deleted and I terminated my account.

2: I am currently working on a new project and am wrestling with writers block as best I can. I'll post an excerpt once I stop staring at the 150 words it took me 20 minutes to write and get in my writing groove.

Sorry to the people that are following me for the short drabbles I post, next one is Matsuzaki, and that isn't until the 21st.

Kuri-cool!

Just realized I'm probably supposed to blog about me posting a new fic, so...

F/M, Heavily implied Teruhashi Kokomi/Saiki Kusuo

Saiki Kusuo, Saiki Kuriko, Teruhashi Kokomi, Yumehara Chiyo, Nendou Riki, Kaidou Shun

After some complications with scheduling, Kusuo has to take his sister to school with him.

General audiences, no archive warnings, 1/1 chapters, 2,371 words

Metori Saiko - Birthday Celebration

Metori glided easily through the math test, marking answers carelessly. His tutors had taught him all this months ago, and he couldn't believe these idiots were still on it. He opened his mouth to tell the teacher he finished.

A frustrated sigh whistled out from beside him, and he glanced surreptitiously at the kid beside him. Kuboyasu stared at his paper, lips pursed. 

He glanced at his paper and back at the kid beside him. The stress of the test was clear on his face.

 In other words, Saiko had nothing to do with the note now on Kuboyasu's desk.

Reita Toritsuka - Birthday Celebration

Do you like me?

Yes      Yes

Reita smiled proudly at the new note in his hand, glancing at the new girl in class. She had short, ebony hair and a permanent frown on her face that would be a off-putting to anyone that was less desperate.

He sauntered over to her desk, leaning casually on the wood. "This is for you," he said, slipping it in front of her before he strode away.

And promptly tripped over an invisible force.

His heart sank, glancing up to see the girl staring at him, a familiar smirk glittering in her usually-purple eyes.

I'M SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE OH MY LORD WRITER'S BLOCK HIT ME LIKE A BRICK SAIKO'S SHOULD BE OUT EVENTUALLY

Three Dumb Little Meta Haiku

I had a haiku,

But I lost it on campus. 

Wonder where it is. 

Haiku are heartfelt. 

Yup. Haiku all mean something.

No shallow haiku. 

Poems are quite long,

Except this one, distinctly.

Haiku are funny.

I’m such a rebel, I got yelled at by a teacher today (I totally didn’t cry on the way home)

Heartbreak - Aiura Birthday Celebration

Mikoto watched the blue-haired girl in front of her with interest. 

"Hey, I ain't judging you, babes. So, love life, huh?" she smiled, watching Teruhashi's face split into a rueful smile.

"Oh, I was just curious!" she exclaimed, avoiding eye contact. Mikoto nodded, reaching out and tilting the crystal ball this way and that. 

"Doesn't seem like you'll date around a lot," Mikoto said. "There's deffo there's someone, though. He-" 

Pink hair.

Aiura froze. Maybe it was someone else...?

The crystal ball slipped from her grasp and shattered with her heart as Kusuo Saiki's purple eyes stared back at her.

Sunrise - Akechi Birthday Celebration

Akechi grasped the branch above him, lifting himself onto the grassy clearing. The stars twinkled in dwindling light above him, and he straightened, standing and brushing dirt off his shirt.

"I know you're here, Kusuo," he said, not turning around. He reached out behind him, hand brushing against a familiar arm. He felt his friend sigh, and a smile curled on Touma's face.

"You never missed the sunrise when I invited you." Akechi pursed his lips, preventing the rambling string of words that usually spilled out. Instead, they watched light spill across the hilltop, history weighing heavy on their shoulders.

Sorry this is so late, I was a bit busy. Aiura's should come out in a couple of hours.

Akechi's birthday drabble may be a day late, I am about to collapse.

First Corpse - Kuboyasu Birthday Celebration

The car rumbled steadily underneath his feet as Aren outlined the contingency plan he'd made. Luis peered over his shoulder, scoffing.

"What's this supposed to be again, newbie?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Aren smiled nervously.

"If we hide as civilians along Aster Private-"

Something clattered behind them, and Aren froze, turning around. There was a tense moment of silence.

"We've been hijacked," Luis hissed. "Show yourself!"

A gunshot whistled past Aren's head, and he ducked instinctively. Luis was not so lucky.

"Shit," Aren whispered as Luis collapsed in front of him. He was dead before he hit the floor.

Drabbles for characters' birthdays. They’ll all be lumped onto Ao3 at the end of the month.

An excerpt from a project I'm working on:

Saiki knew it would be a bad day when he woke up.

First, he had a premonition and had to stop the gas station from blowing up because of a stray rock. Then, he got a call from Kuusuke, letting him know he would be over next weekend. After that, his limiter had fallen out, and he’d gotten stuck in a time loop for hours, all before breakfast. 

Finally, to top it all off, he had to take his younger sister to school with him.

“Please, Kusuo, honey?” his mother pleaded, eyes sparkling. “I promised Hana I would see her band today, and Kuriko doesn’t have anyone to watch her…

‘Fine,’ he said tiredly, looking over at his 5-year-old sister, devouring pancakes at a concerning rate. He met his mother’s eyes again, quickly averting his gaze when he saw her glistening eyes. 

“Oh, Ku, thank you so much! I’ll get you some coffee jelly on my way home.” Good grief. He turned away, going through a mental checklist before school. He had all his bags, his homework was done, and Nendou’s favorite ramen shop was closed for the morning, so he should be fine

A slight tug on his pant leg made him look down to see Kuriko staring up at him, mouth wiped clean of syrup and her light pink hair in a ponytail. Her hair was longer than his in girl form - it reached all the way down to her shoulders.

“Kusu-kun, when are we going?” she whined, staring up at him with large, lamp-like eyes. Saiki let out a huff.

‘Right now,’ he said, opening the door and gesturing for her to go before him. She skittered outside, setting off in a random direction that was definitely not the way to get to PK Academy. 

Good grief.

‘Kuriko!’ 

—

After teleporting them both back to his house (no, Kuriko, they couldn’t teleport straight into the school; people would see them), they set off along the stone-ladden path to the academy, Kuriko leaping from stone to stone, determined not to touch the cracks.

“Kusu-kun, are we theeere yet?” she whined back at him, the fourth time in the last fifteen minutes. Could psychics get aneurysms?

‘Five more minutes,’ he said blandly. It wasn’t the truth – without teleportation, they had about ten more minutes until they arrived at PK, but Kuriko didn’t need to know that. 

Of course, he was so focused on making sure Kuriko didn’t kill herself by accident that he forgot to watch out for other life-threatening dangers. 

“Buddy!” Nendou called, slinging an arm around his shoulders. Saiki nearly punched him in the face, but restrained himself at the last second. 

“Nendou!” Kaidou called out, panicked. “You’ll kill him!” Good luck with that.

“What? Buddy never gets hurt!” Nendou boasted, finally looking down at the small child that was staring at him in abject fascination. “Huh? Who’s this?”

Introduction

Hi there! I'm Froogieburgers (FroogieBurger) on Ao3, FrogsBogsAndLogs on Wattpad. This is a blog to check up on how far I am on my current projects, and to look for updates. Any pronouns are fine; I honestly couldn't care less.

I mostly write Saiki K content, though I stray into other fandoms - i.e., the ongoing PJO crossover w/ TDOLSK I have going on. I also write for the Cameron Geller fandom occasionally, if I can manage to get off my butt and do it.

I occasionally engage in Genloss stuff as well, but will likely not write fanfiction for it.

I rarely write ships, but if I do, they will likely not be the main focus of the fic. I will not write smut, but will take requests (as long as I’m comfortable writing whatever is requested).

I can and will procrastinate, so please bully me into writing.

This will be edited to accurately fit the current state of the blog.

BANNER ART BY RROKETA ON INSTAGRAM!!! Go check them out, they're very cool.