hey lydia u know what this sheriff's uniform is made out of
don't say it
light’s paranoia right out the gate really interests me
like how many teenagers who grow up in nice homes are so paranoid that they routinely leave pencil lead and paper in their doors, set up a doorknob trigger, hide TVs in potato chip bags, and buy porno mags to use as unnecessary enforcements of an image of normalcy?
regardless of the Death Note, all these little, almost reflexive habits suggest light was used to being that secretive and careful
and the fact that he legitimately thought it was reasonable to say setting up a fiery death trap in his desk was just a deter against nosiness says a lot about what he was like before the notebook
*upper middle class fucker voice* But you have [one nice thing] so how are you poor
Some years ago, a good friend of mine got denied benefits— I think it was food stamps— because she had a car. Not an expensive or fancy car, but still a car. It was considered an asset, so she wasn’t poor enough.
Without the car, she would have no way to get to her job. Y’know, that thing you think people are just lazy if they don’t have one? She would have no way to get her kid to school and/or daycare so that she could work. She would have no way to go and get food. Some cities have public transit. Some don’t.
And let’s say she sells the car. Gets a few thousand for it. Ten thousand, at the outside; it was an old used car. That pays rent and buys food for… how long, do you suppose? Anyone out there living high on the hog at ten thousand dollars a year? Let’s say she got twenty thousand! That’s still a one-time sum. What’s she supposed to do when that runs out? I guess live on the assistance that she now qualifies for, which doesn’t actually cover all the living expenses, which is why she needed the job that she needed that car to get to.
Our system is designed to trap people in poverty and keep them there— and then punish them for needing the benefits that we required them to become “poor enough” to “deserve”.