#So like. I'm trying to figure out how I can earn enough money to pay off the balance asap

[wedding-shemp]

How do you make $1650 in a month without being very good at anything in particular

#My plan has been to move out after I finish my car payments #So I don't have to worry about keeping up with them on top of rent #But. Hm. Well I just realized how many of my problems would be fixed by simply. Not living with my parents anymore #And I don't want to wait till next February anymore! I want to move out and get a real life NYOW #So like. I'm trying to figure out how I can earn enough money to pay off the balance asap #I feel like it's do-able. If I really try I get I could make 1650 pretty quick #Maybe #We'll see #I thought about selling some of my collectibles but honestly none of them are worth much #I could probably make a couple hundred eventually by selling em but it would take too long to sell them off piece by piece #I thought about art and design commissions but that would also be pretty slow going #My turnaround time is pretty slow #I could MAYBE make $400 tops in a month if I got lucky #Hmm #I guess there's food delivery n stuff #I'm gonna try uber eats I guess #I could probably make around 1000 in a month a t that right #Like I know long term it's not a good gig but short term? Eh? #The fall semester just started there are definitely drunk college kids in need of McDonald's delivery #Right??

[goatpaste]

Alrighty, this has been something I'v been putting off for awhile because I really just wanted to save all the money myself but I just dont think its gonna be able to happen anytime soon and I'm tired of putting it off for Daisy's sake

but this is officially the Donation Post for us to start pooling together money to move daisy up from Texas to Pennsylvania. I'll bore you with the details under the cut but in the mean time here is links and info on the ways you can support the move!

[My commissions are Open] [My Etsy is Open]

[My Kofi were i offer PWYW commissions as low at 3$]

[My Toyhouse has designs for sale on it]

[You can Donate here and all the saving made toward this will be going directly into savings]

These are all the ways you can directly support us and help us work toward the goal of getting Daisy into a safe and better environment! I know not everyone is going to be able to chip in but anything helps even reblogs and sharing around! We've been talking about this move for over a year and I want to try and move her by the end of this year at the latest.

For more info on our specific situation and bit more details, please read under the cut

Daisy has been my friend since we were 6 years old, she is like a sister to me! We've been at each others side through thick and thin and I care about her so much.

Daisy's home life has never been the best and her parents are nightmare people who are a blight on the general public but as well as Daisy's home life.

Daisy doesnt have the ability to drive, work or save her own money even when she did work as her mother would take the money she earned constantly, and was ultimately the reason Daisy was unable to keep her job.

So for Daisy's end she has no ability to save and moving funds, it will primarily be on me to round up the money.

We are not 100% sure how much we are going to need at this moment in time but have a rough estiment.

Were hoping to get Daisy's mother on a good mood and have her pay for Daisy's plane ticket. We are going to be unable to move all her stuff and will just have to pack as much as she can into a large suitcase and fly up. So we will not have to pay for the plane, but will have to pay for bedding, and everything else she will need once up here. we have some temporary arrangements Via my bed and couch and potentially picking up a blow up mattress. But my current apartment is extremely small and not much room for two people let alone just me. Not sure how long I will be in this space while Daisy is up here if at all.

I may potentially reach out to my step father and ask him to dip into the savings he has kept for me to get Daisy furniture and necessities. But im avoiding that for as much as i can as im not on the best terms with my dad.

I will start looking for a bigger place for us to live together once we start getting in a comfortable area on savings. As the only money maker currently i will be needing savings to afford a place for us to share that will of course be much more expensive than where i am right now. Daisy will start looking for a job once she is/has moved up here and hopefully we will be able to support ourselves at that point, it will just be the first little bit of time we will need a cushion.

this is one of the areas im not 100% sure how much were going to need but certain in the thousands area knowing rent for a place big enough for two individuals.

after that its just gonna be us figuring it out.

but this is the situation as it stands right now, we are trying to help a trans woman out of her shitty living situation and across the country where her friends who love and care and want to support her are. We dont know exactly how much its going to be, but its going to be a lot and were really just looking for a bit of support!

thank yall so much!

#donation post #moving funds #commissions #furry #anthro #etsy #kofi

[dearramiel]

𝐓𝐚𝐠, 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐭 | 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

✧ - fluff in the beginning of the story, will eventually get dark, undertones of off setting steve, he's kinda stalking her in the beginning, anxiety/paranoia, steve is 28, reader is at least 21, yes I want to be steve's housewife(a lot of those undertones are present throughout the story so steve has a housewife kink), we listen to stevie nicks and honestly it was by pure coincidence, domestic vibes,

You look beautiful..

In that cute little dress, you'd make the prettiest housewife in town, if you'd just let him in. But all he can do is look, as you walk down the driveway of your house, a little empty basket on your arm. He figures that you're running Saturday morning errands. He shuts the blinds of his window, quickly running out of his own house.

"Y/n!" His voice calls out to you, you whip your head around and spot Steve Harrington jogging towards you, car keys in hand. The rattling of his keys come to an end when he catches up to you.

"Steve, Good morning!" You greet, your voice melting his insides.

"Morning, Sweetheart." He says, trying to ease his nerves when he notices the visible reddening on your face, or the way your smile gets bigger.

"Heading out to the markets?" Steve asks, to which you nod.

"I need to pick some stuff up for dinner today." You reply.

"In that little thing?" He motions to the basket.

"Well I'm only making something for myself, my mom and dad are out on vacation.." You giggle, "Unless, you want to join me?"

The older male is a little shocked, is that even a question?

"I don't wanna bother, but I also wouldn't want a little lady like you to be all alone." He grins. "How about I drive you there?"

The next two hours were spent with you trying to politely decline Steve paying for your groceries. You couldn't deny what it made you feel. You felt like you and him were together, walking around the market places as you picked fresh vegetables and canned goods, shoulders bumping by accident, accidentally brushing your fingers against his, even eying a dress.

All which Steve noticed, encouraging you to try them on in a makeshift dressing room that looked to be an extra storage room, mirrors in place where you could twirl in the dress. After deciding on a couple, you step out, showing Steve who was sat on a chair.

"What do we think?" You say, "it's a little long but maybe I'll grow into it." You joke. Steve doesn't speak for a solid second or two, his heart is racing because you look gorgeous.

"I think you look amazing. You should definitely get it." He smiled, looking at how it hugged your upper body, hoping one day he would see underneath.

"There's another, but I'll save it for later." You say, twirling another time to really show him everything. And again, he's nearly speechless.

"I'll be back." You say, going into the room to change back into your own dress. Carefully untying the little bow, blushing when you remember Steve's face.

Once out, you see Steve with the old lady, the owner of the shop. He's smiling to her as he gently pushes her hands full of change back to her, where she then bows her head to him, smiling ever so gratefully. The act is enough to make your pulse pick up, she hands him a bag big enough to fit the articles of clothing on your arm.

Steve noticed you close the door of the dressing room. "Here." He opens the bag, to which you then put everything in.

"You didn't have to, you know ..pay for it.." you say, feeling bad that he's practically been spoiling you all day. You weren't fortunate to have the money he did, and you definitely didn't want to make it look like you were trying to take advantage of his generosity. Most of what you did have was hard earned money coming from your parents, the house you lived in from your grandparents. It's why you pushed them to take a vacation for themselves.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it, besides, I think that little dinner will make up for it." He suggests, a sweet smile on his face. You return it.

"Well, thank you for doing this." You play with your fingers, forgetting that he's holding everything. And he doesn't mind because it plays more into his fantasy.

"It's really not a problem."

It's 12 p.m by the time you get back home, Steve has walked you to your front steps, promising to stop by at 6:30 for dinner with you. The thought has you excited, almost throwing yourself into the shower before remembering that you already had, prior to stepping out.

After the excitement settles down, you realize that an unsettling feeling begins to wash over you. Being alone in a big house comes with perks like those, paranoia.

It leaves you feeling unnerved, and it's hard to shake off. It's not the first time you've felt this way, but it's also never been so intense.

You figure that the only way to ease the tension that begins to weigh down on your shoulders is by putting a vinyl into its player. A sense of relief comes down as Stevie Nicks plays throughout the living room, spilling into the kitchen. It helps just enough that you're able to focus on what you want to make, especially now that you want to impress Steve.

You settle on spaghetti and meatballs, after that, a pie to go as dessert.

1:00 p.m. becomes 2 p.m., which becomes 3 p.m., 4 p.m, and then 5:30 p.m, cleaning, cooking, and baking had you distracted, you wash your hands before quickly rushing upstairs to your room, bag in hand, the dresses Steve had bought you now on your bed. You figured that wearing the one he hadn't seen you in would be perfect.

You weren't sure why you were trying to impress Steve, maybe it was the growing crush you had on him, whatever it was, it began to make you feel a little insecure. Trying to live up to his standards, he was known to have any woman wanted, and they were usually really pretty.

You shake away your nagging and negative thoughts, choosing to put on very light makeup, a little bit of eyeliner, lipstick, blush, and eyeshadow, going for a natural look.

You slip out of your dress, embarrassed as you think about also changing your undergarments. It's not like Steve would see you in your underwear anyway.

But.. just in case...

You pick out a matching white lace bra and panties set, then slipping the dress on. You button up the dress, until you reach the last two buttons, leaving a very visible sight for your cleavage. Your chest on display, collarbone showing. Your hair is simple, a low messy bun with some loose hair scattered everywhere aside from your face. By the time your done, it's barely 6:15 p.m, giving you 15 minutes to yourself. With those spared minutes, you slip into your black flats, hanging the other dress in your closet, walking to the kitchen, serving two plates of food, two cups of water, and taking the pie out of the oven, setting it on the counter for it to cool off.

Setting the plates and cups on the table, you're finally done.

Then the ring of the doorbell has your heart jumping out of your chest. You smile and pat down your dress, quickly rushing to the door, opening it swiftly, face heating up when you see him.

Steve Harrington in a suit, holding roses in one hand, the other in his pocket, and you can tell that he's nervous.

He's not moving, stuck in a trance as he looks at the dress you're wearing, down to your legs, before looking back up to your face. An innocent smile on your pink lips, Steve finally moves.

"Hey Sweetheart."

#stalker!steve #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things smut #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut #steve x reader #stranger things x reader smut #dark!steve x reader #dark!steve harrington #tw stalking #tw anxiety

[luigisblueoveralls]

Bj for Luigi?

Yesss..

Five Minutes

Luigi x Reader NSFW

Summary: After Luigi comes home from a rough and tiring day from work, you figure out a way to help him relax.

Notes: NSFW, oral sex. Made this one kind of graphic. Hope you enjoy!

💚

For Luigi, most days, when he worked with his brother Mario, they were great. Tiring yes, but it was worth it to help the local people in Brooklyn. But on some days, they deal with some nasty people, and today was one of them. This man treated the brothers like they were leeches and didn't know what they were doing when they clearly were. The man even tried to short them of their pay, which made Luigi angry. And Luigi hardly ever gets angry. On the way home to you, he tried his best to calm down, but he was just so worked up over that man. He didn't care about how that man treated them. He was focused on how he tried to short the money they earned. Money that would be split between him and Mario, which would then go towards y'alls bills and necessities. Luigi would do anything for you, and if that meant you got to eat and he didn't, he would do it in a heartbeat. Luigi arrived at y'alls place and took a few deep breaths in and out.

"Just relax, Luigi. You're going to see (Y/N). Just relax." Luigi told himself before stepping out of his vehicle.

Luigi then stepped inside y'alls house.

"Hey Lui!" You greet him as you approached him, hugging him.

"Hey (Y/N)." Luigi softly greets you, kissing your head.

You could immediately feel that something was up, but you weren't sure at first.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just a rough day is all." Luigi sighed as he sat on the couch.

He was exhausted yet, still angry.

"Want to talk about it?" You offer, sitting next to him and placing your hand on his thigh.

Luigi notices your action but doesn't say anything about it.

"Just a guy.. being a jerk is all. Trying to short us of our pay and treat us like we were nuisances even though he called us!" Luigi angrily explains to you.

You could feel how tense and angry Luigi was, which was something you weren't used to. But you knew how to make him relax.

"I'm sorry about that, honey. But," You start as you got on your knees and laid your head on his legs, "just forget about that bastard. You don't ever have to deal with him ever again. He can find another plumbing business to bully. He doesn't deserve you and Mario's kindness."

Luigi was wondering what you were doing, but also intrigued.

"I know. It just..makes me so mad, you know?" Luigi clenched his fists in anger.

You couldn't stand to see him angry anymore. You grabbed the two golden buttons to his blue overalls and snapped them off. Luigi's face immediately flushed red. He realized what you were doing.

"Oh, (Y/N). Y-You don't have to." Luigi reassures you while trying to stop you.

He secretly wanted it, but he didn't want to make you think you were obligated to suck him off just cause he was angry.

"No, no. I insist." You reassured him, pushing his hands to his sides, "Just relax."

Luigi nodded as he let you pull his overalls off of his body. He was left in his long sleeved green shirt and his green boxers. You went ahead and pulled his shoes off, and his white gloves off. You want to feel his hands gripping your hair as he always did when you did to this to him. Luigi was hard, but not super hard like he usually was. You began rubbing your fingers along his hard dick, making Luigi moan a little.

"Ah, ah. P-Please."

"Please what, Lui?" You smugly asked.

"You're..you're really going to tease me like this?" Luigi breathlessly asks.

"Well, if you ask nicely, then I'll give you what you want."

Luigi smiled nervously, looking right down at you.

"Please, can you help me relax?" Luigi asks you with a nervous tone.

"That's my good boy, Lui."

You grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down just enough for his hard dick to be sticking out. It was hard but kind of limp. You wrapped your hand around it and slowly moved your hand up and down his shaft.

"Hmm. Hmmm. Ugh. P-Please, (Y/N)." Luigi begged.

"Please, what?" You ask, keeping up with your slow hand movements.

While it was slow, your hand movements would send so much warmth and tingle throughout his body. It felt so good. He could barely get his words out for you to go faster.

"Faster, please." Luigi sputtered out.

"As you wish."

You moved your hand up and down his shaft faster, causing Luigi to moan louder.

"Ah, ah a-ah! (Y/N)!"

"Shh. We got neighbors here, Lui." You teased.

Y'all really did have neighbors, but they weren't close by, thankfully. Luigi held his hand over his mouth to cover up his loud moans, but you still could hear him loud and clear. His other hand was gripping the couch cushion.

"Do you want more?" You ask him.

"Yes, p-please, ma'am."

You smirked at Luigi as you kissed the tip of his dick, sending chills down his spine. You then inserted just his tip into your mouth, sucking on it.

"O-Oh!"

That was your que that he absolutely loved what you did.

"Hmm." You moaned, sending vibrations to his dick.

"S-Shoot. I'm sorry." Luigi moaned as you felt his fingers grip your hair out of pleasure.

You didn't mind it. Not at all. You loved it. You grazed your tongue all over his tip, tasting the salty precum that was on there.

"You taste amazing." You compliment Luigi.

"Th-Thanks. Hmhm." Luigi groaned.

You then fully inserted Luigi's dick into your mouth, his tip nearly hitting the back of your throat. He deeply moaned when you did this. You tightened your lips around him as you started bopping your head and moving up and down, swirling your tongue on his tip as you went up. You held onto Luigi's thighs as a brace as you kept doing what you were doing.

"Th-That feels..so great. Oh God, please don't stop. Please." Luigi begged.

He didn't want this feeling to end. He never did. It felt so good. You always sucked him so good and well. His dick began to twitch hard and pulsate. He could barely breathe. This feeling overwhelmed him so greatly but he loved it. You moved even faster, causing Luigi to get louder, and his body started to shake too.

"Oh, oh, oh God. (Y/N), I-I'm getting there. I'm sorry if it's hurting you but just a little longer, please."

Luigi was always considerate of you. While he was so thick that it hurt your jaw, you didn't care. You ignored it. Hearing Luigi moan your name in pleasure was worth the temporary jaw ache. His dick was twitching furiously now as his pants got louder. He even started to sweat. He was getting close and quickly.

"Hmmmhmmm." You moaned some more, causing him to tug on your hair a little.

It hurt a little bit but again, you didn't mind it.

"Oh oh, G-God! I can't hold back, I can't. I-I'm cumming." Luigi practically yelled as he cummed into your mouth, his load shooting into the back of your throat.

You kept bobbing your head back and forth to milk his dick with everything that it had and he kept moaning until he winced and stopped you.

"Ah, ah, ah shoot. I'm sorry. It's just really sensitive." Luigi apologized as you swallowed his load.

You leaned in and gave him a big kiss.

"No need to apologize. Was it good?" You asked him.

Luigi sheepishly smiled.

"Yes. It felt so good." Luigi told you, kissing you again.

"Wanna, take this upstairs?"

Luigi's smile grew at your request.

"Yes, please ma'am."

The two of you nearly run upstairs into y'alls bedroom and had a amazing and restless night together.

#luigi nintendo #super mario luigi #super mario movie #luigi #luigi x reader #x reader #luigi fluff #luigi x reader fluff #luigi x reader smut #super luigi #luigi smut #super mario

[sindri42]

What is capitalism if private ownership and monopolization are out

This is about the insulin thing, right? Let me walk you through the steps.

The current situation is, there are three big corporations making insulin. They make it for super cheap, like $2 a dose or something including packaging and distribution and all that jazz, but they know that people need this stuff in order to not die, so there's no reason to restrain themselves as far as pricing goes. So they sell the stuff for like $500 a vial, earning a tidy 25,000% profit, because what are customers gonna do, not buy it?

In a capitalist system, this is a huge opportunity for anybody with a few thousand in seed money and a smidge of ambition. The process of making insulin is hardly a secret. I might not have the economy of scale going and I need a big up-front investment for equipment, but even if it costs me five times as much per dose to produce the stuff, that's still less than 2% of the current market price. So I start making and distributing the stuff for $10 a vial, and selling it for $400, and all the customers see that they can get the same product for $100 less so they stop buying from those three big companies and start buying from my startup. Then a month later, somebody else comes along with the same idea but undercuts me, and I lose all my customers to sombody willing to sell the stuff for $350, but that's fine I just change all my labels to sell for $300 and they come rushing back, and I'm still making $290 pure profit on every vial. Fast forward a couple years, and the market price of insulin is like, $12 a vial tops, because if you try to get profit margins any bigger than that you're the most expensive option and nobody buys from you. There was never any altruism involved in that process, no magic, no glorious savior who figured out a way to impose their will upon the world in order to save lives, just ordinary greedy humans fighting each other to make more money for themselves, but the end result is that the people who need this stuff to survive get it for a tiny fraction of what they used to be paying.

In the system that we're actually using, the three big corporations go to the government with three big suitcases full of cash, and the government passes a law that says anybody who tries to make insulin who isn't one of the three big corporations goes directly to prison forever. All the competition vanishes, and without the risk of somebody selling the same product for less they're able to keep raising the price as much as they want. I mean, if you get up to the point where the majority of your customers literally can't buy it anymore and they die then you have fewer customers, so going up into the millions per vial would be counterproductive, but as long as the majority of people who need insulin can just barely scrape together enough, you maximize your profits. And all it costs is widespread human suffering and a few surprisingly affordable bribes.

And then here's the really funny part: the corporations that benefit most from government interference in the market? They're the ones that fund all the media that convinces kids that the solution to all their problems is to give the government even more control over every aspect of life. They're the ones who pushed the narrative that 'libertarian' is synonymous with 'pedophile'. They're the ones who bury stories about corrupt politicians so you never question how a congressman can have a salary under $200,000 a year, go into the position with a net worth of a million dollars, and come out eight years later as a billionaire. Almost every "anti-capitalist" movement out there, if you follow the chain of evidence back, is funded directly by the corporations it claims to oppose, because shifting the balance of power further away from the individual and more toward the State means more profit for the people who are in a position to manipulate the state.

Now, this isn't to say that a free market is without problems. If there was zero regulation of the production of insulin, then a particularly unethical person could undercut the legitimate sources by making a loose approximation of the product people need for much cheaper by using dangerous or ineffective methods, and then sell it at prices that legitimate manufacturers can't compete with because the purchase price is lower than the manufacturing price. Which means that when you buy insulin, you would need to do your own research into who's got a reputation for quality, and there would be people who straight up die because they decided to go for the $4-6 "insulin" instead of the $12-15 insulin. But I'm pretty sure that would still be better than the only option being $500.

[petite-gloom]

Hi Megan, you’re one of the only autistic people in their 20s that I know, so I hope it’s ok to ask this, sorry it’s so long. I just found out I’m autistic (and quite possibly ADHD - awaiting dx) and that the shyness is actually Anxiety. I’m 24. I have a degree from university but have been unemployed for the past two years. I feel so worthless, everything seems futile? But I’m starting to realise why typical 9-5 office jobs aren’t the best fit for me - like sure, I could push through every day and get the work done but it drains me so much. I’ve been trying to figure out the things that bring me autistic joy - reading, art, playing piano, and makeup are a few things. But I’ve really been struggling to find out how to make these a career, or if I even should rely on these things to make money, lest they suck the joy out of it. I’m grateful to be able to live with my parents, but part of me feels like I’m being a burden by not bringing in some income/contributing financially. Do you have any advice/suggestions for me? I’ve been entertaining the idea of creating a YouTube channel, but worry that the anxiety and ADHD will keep me from being consistent or successful. I appreciate any feedback you may have. Thank you ❤️‍🩹 I hope you’re okay 🥹

i really wish i had something helpful to offer, but i'm not sure i do. i'm only two years older than you (26) and obviously work from home doing art, but i also live with a parent and struggle a lot behind the scenes. one thing i really want to give you a heads up on is that (depending on channel size), youtube doesn't really pay a lot- with just shy of 60k subscribers and 10-20k views per video (one video a week) i usually only make around £400 a month (sometimes a little more, sometimes a little less). the amounts fluctuate, don't match your estimated earnings, and are only updated accurately within adsense around 2 days before you get paid. it's not a stable or reliable way to make a living, which is why most youtubers have additional work and income streams. £400 is obviously still £400 and im very grateful to be able to add it to the household bills/groceries etc but it obviously isn't an amount that allows me to live independently, and the fluctuating nature of the payment amounts makes it hard to rely on for anything recurring. it's also a lot of work behind the scenes, and i do find it very difficult during weeks when im feeling more anxious or my mood is low. i don't say this to be discouraging (majority of the time, it's really fun to make videos!) but i just want to be real about what it's like as a small autistic youtuber.

it's hard to suggest other options because i don't know you personally- the level of your skills, how much support you need, how much rest, etc. people tell me there's money to be made on tiktok, so maybe that's something you could consider for makeup and/or piano (the videos are shorter so i wonder if it would be a little better for anxiety/adhd)? could you offer classes for either of these things? could you sell digital art? is there any part time work along the theme of your degree? i had a weekend job at a garden centre that i enjoyed for a long time, so maybe you could find something super chill with smaller hours that would pay a bit- a book or coffee shop?

i wish it was easier and that i had more suggestions but to be honest im always thinking the same- how can i make more to help? how can i make enough to be independent? how can i survive as an autistic person? what will my future look like? and i don't really have any of the answers, much to the horror of my own increasing anxiety. but i hope you can find something fulfilling to work on that pays a little. i hope you can find something that helps you feel as though you're contributing to your household. maybe you could express your concerns to your parents, and see if there are other ways to contribute? i know you mentioned financially, but things like cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping (if you don't already) can be nice ways to help support the household while they're working. my dad cooks and does the dishes, but i do a lot of the cleaning, and have recently taken over ordering and paying for groceries. he's autistic too, and this helps free up some of his mental space.

i don't know if any of this is helpful, but i hope it is. even if it isn't, please know that you're not alone in these concerns, or in this issue. i think it's a difficulty that all autistic people face as they age. we have different needs, often limited abilities, and it's very difficult to stay afloat in a world that is increasingly expensive, where you're expected to be able to work for more hours than you rest. i wish it was a bit easier for everyone. i wish things weren't so hard for disabled people especially

#answers

[astroprompts]

✧ —𝐁𝐎𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 [𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝟸]

“Why do we even have saucers? We don't drink tea!”

“Do you have a thousand dollars? Because each minute I spend talking to you, that's how much money I'm wasting.”

“You're the only one in this building who isn't a total snooze-cooze.”

“No one watches this show to feel feelings. Life is depressing enough already!”

“All this time, I assumed there was more to me than everyone thought. But maybe there isn't.”

“I don't care if you are happy or not. You have a job to do.”

“Look who finally decided to pick up the phone.”

“You must think I'm a real monster.”

“You were born broken, that's your birthright.”

“Can't say I'll miss it, but we did have some crazy adventures together these last few weeks.”

“Sometimes you wanna go where no one knows your name.”

“Is that name supposed to mean something to me?”

“I want to do things with you. Fully clothed, sober, in daylight hours.”

“Look, you obviously really care about this girl and that scares you, so you sabotage yourself.”

“How about you just stop sulking and go win her back, dummy?”

“I'm cynical, and I'm possessive, and I can sometimes fly off the handle. I'm not always the best at being not terrible. But I want to be better, I'm trying to be better.”

“Why do I always do this? I push away everyone I care about.”

“No matter what, we're going to stick together.”

“I'm no good with funerals. When I cry, it messes up my makeup and then I get really bummed out.”

“Okay, you're clearly in one of your moods.”

“Why serve dates and not have a place to put the pits? You know, some people just have no class.”

“There's so much to hate about what you just said.”

“Shove it up your ass with a spoonful of sugar, you supercalifragilisticexpiali-bitch!”

“You know, maybe it's for the best we don't get together that often. We'd most likely drive each other mad.”

“No one knows how to get under your skin like family.”

“You wanna check out this cool new game I got?”

“I know there's no accounting for taste, but come on.”

“There is no shame in dying for nothing. That's why most people die.”

“Quick, jump out the window, shimmy down the drainpipe and wait in the car.”

“When you don't regret the tattoo in the morning, that's how you know it's love.”

“I guess I was just foolish enough to believe this dumb world still had a little spark of romance in it.”

“Look, what happened back there is not your fault.”

“If you wanna go for a walk in the woods at night, go crazy, but I'm not going anywhere.”

“Look, pal, I'll pay the bill, just-- Just let us get you to a damn hospital.”

“Um, do you wanna talk about what happened?”

“Any time someone tries to love you, you shove them away.”

“I was this badass overachiever that had these big plans to change the world.”

“So, now you're just gonna do whatever a teenage girl says?”

“I don't need you to like me. It would be fun if you liked me, because I'd prove my parents were wrong to never support me, because I earned the admiration of an authority figure, proving I have intrinsic worth, but it's not a big deal or anything. Jeez.”

“You know, sometimes I feel like my whole life is just a series of loosely-related wacky misadventures.”

“When you think something isn't about you, you find a way to save the day and realize that it was, all along, all about you.”

“Oh, is that that thing where you strangle yourself in an attempt to heighten sexual arousal?”

“So, noose-wise, what are we talking? You use a standard sailor's knot or more like your average birthday-present bow?”

“I don't know if I want your jack-off kit at my house.”

“This is the part of the movie where you get your heart broken. Where the world tests you, and people treat you like shit. But it has to happen this way. Otherwise, the end of the movie, when you get everything you want, won't feel as rewarding.”

“Jesus, why does cantaloupe think every time it gets invited to a party, it can bring along its dumb friend honeydew?”

“When we know what we know about a monster like that and we still put him on TV every week, we're teaching a generation of young boys and girls that a man's reputation is more important than the lives of the women he's ruined.”

“I don't understand why you can't be on my side about this.”

“I asked you, really nicely, not to make a big thing out of this.”

“Why does it suddenly matter what I want?”

“All I ever wanted was to be your friend.”

“Stop kidding yourself. If you really wanted the simple life, you'd have a simple life.”

“Love is an illusion, and happiness is fleeting, no such thing as God, and all your favorite musicians beat their wives.”

“Well, I'm sorry that things have been so hard for you, but that doesn't give you the right to be shitty to me.”

“I can't be around someone who's just fueled by bitterness and negativity.”

“You know, it's funny. When you look at someone through rose-colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags.”

“I wish I could just go home right now and crawl into bed and not have to talk about anything or explain anything.”

“I'm sorry I'm not the person I thought I was.”

“Hey, you wanna climb up on the water tower?”

“I'm really glad we left that stupid prom, but I'm kind of bummed we didn't get to dance.”

“Look, sometimes when you're an adult, the right thing isn't always the best thing.”

“You're the first grown-up I've ever met who actually treats me like... You know, a person.”

“I said so many things when I was young. I thought I was so deep.”

“It doesn't matter where you are, it's who you are.”

“So many times in my life I've done the wrong thing, but this is the right thing, and I have never been more sure of anything.”

“I've wasted so much time sitting on my hands and imagining what could have been.”

“If you are not out of my driveway in 30 minutes, I will call the police.”

“If you ever try to contact me or my family again, I will fucking kill you.”

“Wake up, captain dumbshit.”

“Now let's get out there and tell all those garbage rat bastard sons of bastards what we really think of them, once and for all.”

“If you're holding out for something better, well, I hate to break it to you, but you're gonna be alone for a long time.”

“Every day, it gets a little easier. But you gotta do it every day, that's the hard part.”

#rp meme #ask meme #dialogue prompt #sentence starters #bojack horseman

[qqueenofhades]

hello, it's youngin anon once again. i need advice and i have no one to ask, so i figured i could ask you. it's a lot and long, so if you don't want to answer, feel free to ignore.

idk how familiar you are with immigrant child guilt, but it weighs on me immensely. my parents work very hard and i can see the way they struggle. i remember when i was young we didn't even have a bed! me and my siblings slept on cushions. i've seen the insane hours my dad has worked so as to afford me and my siblings a better and more comfortable life. both of my parents have put in a lot of work to give us good opportunities, starting with their immigration to the US.

in nigerian culture, education is extremely important, so as i grew up, my parents have always told me to focus on my education, telling me not to work and it did pay off bc i did end up as valedictorian. college, however is presenting a new set of problems.

my dad, who i am financially dependent on (and who is paying the tuition for the state uni where i'm enrolled) has made it abundantly clear that he thinks med school is the only valid career path. i told him that my roommate was studying comms and he said that she could become a lawyer or something, before looking me dead in the eyes and that wasn't an option for me. with him, it's med school or bust.

as long as i could remember, my parents have been telling me i was going to become a doctor. every time i asked my dad to get me something, he say, i'll do it and in the future, you'll become a doctor, right? and i would agree and that was that. i've answered to all the adults who asked me that i was was going to med school and they would all give me smiles of approval. if i mentioned any other career growing up i'd be ruthlessly shot down or gently persuaded about how much more security there was in medicine.

i was aware in high school that i didn't really want to be a doctor so i sort of set myself up, enrolling under my college's science school so as to cut off my own retreat path. i figured that if i was able to bear it during high school, i could bear it during college. but i can see my own behavior and i know that i don't really like STEM. not that it's a bad field! i just don't have any interest in it. i read the textbooks to learn enough to pass the test and that's it. i don't interact with my classmates or the professors or the material beyond what's needed to get an A. this is in sharp contrast to my history classes which i have been enthralled with. I took a world history class in the first semester enjoyed it immensely. last semester i took a war and violence in africa class and LOVED it. it made me want to become an African historian/Africanist. i talk to my professors, enjoy the readings, the assignments, all the new info i'm getting on the continent where my family originates. i go to my history classes and i want to be there. i want to learn.

i don't know if i could survive academia as a profession because i've seen you posting about the struggles from working in academia and there was a large strike at my school last semester because professors weren't earning enough. if it were a perfect world or if i had lots of money i would love to get my Ph.D focusing on West African history and be a history professor, but it's not, so. i've been thinking about law school as a happy compromise. i could go to law school with a undergrad history degree and if i went to law school i could also pursue JD/MA in History. i'm trying out some law classes next semester to see how i like them.

i'm now scared that if i were to transfer to a different school in my college my scholarship might be reduced. i'm also afraid that i would lose my parents' financial support if i chose to pursue a different career path and i have no actual work experience.

and i understand my parents' very valid concerns! both of them grew up poor in Nigeria and it was their STEM educations that afforded them better lives. they don't want me to experience that level of crushing poverty that heavily defined their youth. my mom tells me about her younger brother in Nigeria who struggles to get work with his masters. my dad tells me about co-workers' children who can't get jobs in their field of profession and have to work whatever jobs come their way. from what i've seen on the news, the future job market looks bad for the young people (around the world!). millennials are having problems and my generation isn't set to do much better.

is it fair to my parents to just disregard that and pursue work in the humanities? i want to do what i want, to just live my life, but it feels like it's not just my life. it would feel so selfish to just risk that all. whenever i talk to my parents about their journey in the US i feel like i should just suck it all up and go to med school. if my parents could suffer all of that, who i am to complain? do my struggles compare?

i feel like my sense of pragmatism and idealism are warring against each other. I don't like STEM, I'm good at it, good enough to get good grades in the classes, but it's not something i enjoy doing, but there's more job security. i love history and the humanities as a whole, but i might struggle with employment.

i'm semi-familiar with the path i would need to take to become a doctor. i would have to make it into med school (high GPA, experience in science research/labs, shadowing healthcare professionals, good recommendations, etc.), survive med school, survive residency (during which residents are worked like dogs), complete fellowships, and then i would be able to practice independently. and that would probably occupy the majority of my time. people have told me that med school is hard even for people that like medicine. for me who is just tolerating it, can i do it? and what about any future patients? is it fair to them?

my mom has always said that i could just get my second degree in whatever i wanted after i became a doctor, but i don't know if i would have the mental strength/energy/free time to go back to school after med school. i feel like if i grit my teeth and bared it for all my twenties i would lose the drive to do it my thirties. it feels like i've been putting off my living my life for my entire life. in middle school i thought about high school, in high school about college, and in college about post-graduate life. i'm tired of this constant look towards the future, but it's the only thing i know how to do. my brain is constantly asking "okay, and then what?"

if i go to med school and realize that i really can't do it, then i'll be trapped. it'll be too much debt to walk away from, too many years of my life dedicated towards that end goal of becoming a doctor. i feel like if i'm going to change my future plans, i should do it before sooner rather than later. 19 isn't too late to walk back but 26 might be.

but it's not like pursuing a career closer to what i want would be easier.

there's always this big fear in the background of, what if i fail? what if i risk it all to go to law school and i don't make it in? or i end up in a low-paying law job saddled with hundreds of thousands in student debt? or even if i make it to biglaw, i still end up burned out from all the hours that they work? wouldn't i still be miserable? i'm not super familiar with how law school works but i've done some lurking around @artielu's blog and law seems like something i should also go into in only if i'm sure.

(i'm not. i'm not sure of anything really.)

it feels like no matter what i'm going to be unhappy in the future. maybe everyone feels this way, maybe a certain level of unhappiness is normal in adult life. it just makes me feel so frustrated because i'm struggling so hard for what? idk. i'm also so desperately scared. i'm scared that one day i'll wake up in the my forties/fifties and realize that i hate my life. maybe i'll look back on this and lament how spoiled/whiny i was. idk. idk.

i'm not looking for an answer to this dilemma, i know this is a decision i'll have to make for myself, but i would appreciate any advice or even words of encouragement. thank you.

Welp. Okay, first of all, I am giving you a big virtual hug and sitting you down at your coffeeshop of choice. So imagine us talking there.

Second, thanks for pouring out your heart to me about this and your various other comments and chats over the years. I only know you as one of my favorite (shh) Tumblr anons on the internet, but I have always seen how thoughtful, smart, and hard-working you are, and I don't take it lightly that you trust me to listen to you and to give you good advice. (Or uh, let's hope, at least not bad advice? Jury's out.) Likewise, I'm absolutely sure that immigrant-child guilt is something to which a lot of my followers can very much relate, and would be happy to talk with you about. So if you are one of said followers and you'd like to encourage anon to reach out to you, please drop a note in the replies! I can't speak to this from personal experience, but I'd love to help connect you to others in your situation. Because yes, it IS absolutely a universal struggle for first- or second-gen immigrant kids: balancing cultural expectations of parents, American opportunities, feeling guilty if you do what you want, etc etc.

Third, and this is just me talking: if you absolutely feel this way, then no, I don't think you should go to medical school. I realize that this is far easier said than done, but if you continue to feel this strongly about it, then... you shouldn't be expected to do it, and that's just something that everyone in your family will have to come to terms with. After all, your parents came to America so you could be raised as an American, and there would be multiple pathways to success -- not whatever just they themselves had to do in order to get here in the first place. I'm afraid that you'll eventually have to bite the bullet and have an honest talk with your parents about this, but it may help if you present this as both your own success and THEIR success. After all, you're smart, talented, you have so many options, and you'll clearly succeed at whatever you choose to do. And that means THEY did their job right: they worked hard, they raised you right, they brought you to a place where there ISN'T just one narrow pathway to having a fulfilling and prestigious career. It doesn't mean they "failed" to make you a doctor. It means they succeeded in making YOU, and opening up so many more things for you to do.

Obviously: that's going to be hard either way, your parents are probably going to be upset, and that's very tough to deal with, especially if you're a close family unit and if you're financially dependent on them. You're the only one who can choose when to have the conversation and what might come of it, but it's still something that you do have the right to do. If you want to research other aid options or scholarship packages, or reach out to financial aid/admissions officers at other schools to see what it might take to transfer (that is, if you need to transfer), that's your right to do. You're an adult now and you have the right to take legal and personal responsibility for your own life. If you know what you want to do and how you want to do it: then again, isn't that why your parents came here? Isn't that what they were working to achieve?

Yes, academia is hard. No, there's no guarantee of getting a job. But there isn't the guarantee of getting a job in medicine either, especially if it's something you're forcing yourself to do and which (as you note) would impact negatively on you, your colleagues, and the patients you would be expected to serve. Especially post-Covid and in the American healthcare system: being a doctor/nurse/healthcare professional SUCKS! Even if you like it and feel called to do it, it still sucks, and the only people earning a lot of money from it are the senior/career/specialist types (as is the case in every field). Of course your parents have expectations and dreams for you, but they also don't get the right to control/dictate your entire adult life just by virtue of deciding to bring you into the world. After all, they did that, and that means embracing you as a person with your own choices. (And this goes for all people with controlling/bossy parents, regardless of immigrant or non-immigrant background). So again: this is what they wanted for you, and you've paid that off already.

I absolutely feel the "I spend all my time thinking/worrying about the future and being scared that I'll end up wasting my life" thing, which I think is common to a lot of high-achieving smart people (we are terminal overthinkers to a one). I can tell you now that life has a way of surprising you, and when you get a little older, you start becoming more comfortable with yourself, your accomplishments, your talents, and knowing what you're good at. So I don't think you will find that you've wasted anything. Likewise, when it comes to studying for advanced degrees in history: do you think it might help with your parents if you agreed to pursue a name-brand school? It's still not guaranteed, but trust me, going to a place like Harvard or Yale makes it tremendously easier to get a job or a future opportunity just by virtue of having that name on your CV and the people you will meet, and I have no doubt that you would be able to get in. As well, I don't really think your parents could argue with you going to an Ivy League, or think that you weren't applying yourself.

Likewise, if there is anything I can do to support you in this, please feel free to message me privately/off anon. I will write a letter of recommendation for you, I will see if I know a person who knows a person, I will help look at application materials, so forth and etc. I mean it: I WILL help you in the real world if I possibly can. I'm sure you have tons of other enthusiastic recommenders, but still. Also, I will say that despite the current (terrible) academic job market, I have seen quite a few openings for professors of African history/African studies/African-American literature and culture, and that's just in the US. There are also lots of opportunities around the world.

Anyway: I hope that's helpful to start with. I am giving you all the hugs. Please reach out to me again (especially via private message) if I can help with this in more tangible ways. And likewise, if any of my followers would like anon to reach out to them: please make a note in the replies. We can do this together.

<3

#anonymous #ask #school stuff #academia: not even once #long post

[robogart]

Hi! It's ok if you're not comfortable awnsering- but I was wondering how much you make a month from art on average? I'm going into my second year of art school and I'm getting worried about how lucrative online independent work would be. You seem to have a system that I could see myself enjoying, specially compared to the usual instagram and youtube artists you see thriving from online work. And if you don't want to give out numbers: Does it make a living or do you need/work a second job? Ty <3

Hey! This is a great question and I’m going to apologize in advance because it’s going to be a LONG answer! Mostly because I think this is a great way to shed some light on just more “regular” type circumstances for art jobs things! But I hope I can answer this question sufficiently!! 🙏💖

Okay - so I don’t feel comfortable saying how much I make (I’m superstitious that if I share it in a public space it will be dashed IMMEDIATELY) but I can definitely talk about logistics!

So to preface everything with the simple answer: I DO make enough now to have a living! It’s a SMALL living, but I’m able to focus just on my artwork for now! Which is honestly still wild to me and I AM waiting for the rug to be pulled out from underneath me at any given moment (I am throwing some salt over my shoulder as we speak, just in case)

Now I just want to talk about some general insight points about my current situation/how I got to this current situation:

I have only JUST been able to move out (I’m 28 now)

I live in a shared apartment with my friend (fate was SO on our side and this has been a whirlwind 2.5 months omg)

I have student loans to pay off ($400/month! Gross!) on top of rent/life payments. If you’re in this boat, always keep it in mind!

For 7 years after college, I was working on art (commissions, personal, etc) and also working “part time” (30+ hr work weeks so lmao not really but for employer-benefit reasons 🙄) This is for 7 years after school! It took a bit to get here!

I only had to pay a small rent when I was living at home so while it took 7 years (underpaid, family circumstances, physical/mental health woo!) I WAS able to save enough to move out

most days I can still hardly believe I’m here @ w @;; and it’s a constant working process to figure out how to stay here as well! I work 8-10 hour days, 6 days a week. 

And if you’re like me, I don’t come from money, so my parents aren’t in a position to help and I have student loan debt. This has informed a lot of my adult life!

That said, I have been lucky to be in a family with a steady lower-middle class income AND ALSO in a pretty stable/functional family situation so that I was able to move back home for a while to save a bit of money. Not everyone has those circumstances to plan financially! But if you come from a more secure/affluent financial background, some of this might not apply to you - which is fine too.

My advice would be to first and foremost make a budget list for yourself (love my google sheets! I have MULTIPLE budget lists lmao) 

Make a budget list that covers what you would NEED to earn each month. And then from there, make a sheet that shows what you DO earn each month from art!

Try to track that income for at least 3-4 months of steady work!

If those numbers continue to meet up, then I would say that’s a green light!

If they don’t meet up - maybe look into some part time stuff! Which, like I said before, can be REALLY solid. And it’s always solid at least for a steady line of income, which is great! 💪✨

And remember to treat your job like a JOB! Clock in and clock out! It’s just a job! Not your life! Keep doing you! 💖 Too many times have I given 100% on jobs when it really should be like 80%! Save your energy for yourself too!

And if you are able, think about moving back home. Saving money is ALWAYS a solid choice. Give yourself some time to figure shit out and get your ducks in a row. 

I’m only able to do what I can now because I lived at home for 7 years and worked pretty non stop! (working in the morning to afternoon at my first job, coming home doing chores, and then working from 8-11 on art) 

BUT, always know, that we are NOT the same person!! You’re going to have a different path from me and so will many others! But in case you wanted a general picture of my circumstance, I’m hope this helped!

And as always, do NOT feel pressured by my advice here! 

Advice is just to help INFORM your OWN decisions! Never to make them for you! 💖

I feel like I both talked about A LOT and I’m ABSOLUTELY missing something from here! 🤔 So I apologize for such a novel! 

But if you or anyone else reading this thinks of a question about this type of stuff, let me know! I try to be pretty transparent about this since I feel like I’ve only seen a lot of advice from people not with students debt so it’s always been a little frustrating 😔💦

This work IS possible, but it was a lot of work to get myself here! And it’s still a constant dance of figuring out new things (which is equally exciting and a bit stressful) ^ w ^;;; 👏💖💖💖

But thank you for reading this far omg! I hope it was a little helpful at least! ; w ; 🙏💕

#text #A LOT of text I'm so sorry! TT w TT

[foster-the-world]

Why do I get my hopes up

Remember how I thought they found a special ed provider? Well I was wrong. I signed the authorization form but now there is no start date. Lots of emails, phone calls, no response except "I emailed and haven't heard from them."

Now I have to do the due process hearing tomorrow. I'm glad I had the foresight not to cancel. But I would have prepared a great deal more. Dreading every second of it. Taking unpaid leave off work since I haven't earned leave, yet. Which adds insult to injury.

Also, baby boy had a big outburst yesterday. Knocking over chairs, not listening, etc. He's high energy but this is not normal. He's been doing well in school. Had his parent teacher conference last week- nothing like that mentioned at all. All good reports on his benchmarks - letters, etc. Teacher said "she loved him." A week back she told my husband intelligence wise he's "#1 in the class." Probably not appropriate to say but not bad to hear. Last night we made a big deal out of his bad behavior. Not much we can do but talk to him but we talked a lot. Today we got our first call home about the same bad behavior. He was climbing on the book shelf, running out of the class, threw a milk bottle down. He hasn't done this all year. Nothing at all has changed at home. It's daylight savings time but he still got his normal 12 hours of sleep last night. At a loss for what to do. I told the teacher I could come get him but I'm afraid it would make him do it again. He likes school but his preference is always to be with me. She said they didn't want that. Tonight we tried not mentioning the bad behavior at all. We are wondering if making a big deal out of it somehow perversely makes him do it again. Talking about it certainly didn't help. Not saying its a good idea we just don't know what else to do. He was an angel at home and the playground. Sharing his toys, making new friends, etc, etc.

Emailed the school assistant principal, counselor, teacher, etc. Said we would love to work together to come up with a solution. Cc'd the special ed lady who is supposed to find him providers. Explained in the email they haven't found him providers and hoped that she would provide insight. No response so far. Blah.

If he keeps acting like that at school we will have to pull him out. Its a public school so they can't kick him out (or at least not easily) but we aren't going to let him make his teachers/classmates miserable. They deserve a safe, calm classroom. I guess we would try to find a daytime sitter. We have a few options.

Before that we are thinking we will pay the crazy, insane amount of money for a special ed provider out of pocket if the hearing does not go our way tomorrow. Ten hours per week will cost roughly the same as my take home pay as a full-time nurse. We had talked about paying for four hours - which was more manageable in our budget. But with this kind of behavior that won't be enough. In theory, it will only be for three months.

If I had a really stressful job I would be considering giving it up, if this behavior continues. It seems like a full time job trying to get these services and he could stay home with me until we figure it out. Financially, we could afford for me to stay home another yearish based off the money we made selling our home. However, this job will eventually be a really good job as a parent. There will always be time for me to do some family logistic stuff during the day. At some point I can work from home two days a week. Once sick leave/PTO kicks in I'll have a lot. FMLA benefits are generous. I have a union. In the long run I'm sure I could negotiate time off to figure out his needs if it so requires. Its just a shitty time for all of this to be going down because I only started six weeks ago. Not to mention I want to work. I went to nursing school for a reason. So far, I really like the work. I started trying to get him services last May. How in the world does he still only have a half hour out of the 13 hours he is assigned? Its all so depressing.

[tainted-by-skeletons]

Age Regression in Underswap! (Part 1)

After falling down a mysterious hole in a forest I was visiting, I found myself essentially isekai’ed into an underground kingdom full of fairytale monsters. I am an extremely weak person. So it didn't take me long to give up on escaping. Especially since I do mean weak both physically and emotionally.

“Hey kiddo. You're not allowed to go outside without one of us watching you. Understand?”

I found people to stay with. Two skeleton brothers who had a large house together.

“Kid.”

“Eek! Okay! Okay! I won't! Fine!” I shouted at the tall skeleton.

Papyrus was the oldest brother. He was reserved, but friendly enough, and easy going. I didn't actually like him much. His tall figure and secretive nature were just too intimidating for me. And he knew it. When his younger brother wasn't around he'd use that against me.

“What were you trying to do.” Papyrus demanded in a low tone.

“N-nothing!”

“Yeah. I don't think so. Do I need to-”

“Brother! Are you taking out our roommate?”

Suddenly Papyrus’ plans were interrupted by his younger brother. Sans was a small excitable skeleton who didn't have the best social skills but was genuinely sweet. He was my favorite.

*Sigh*

“No. She needs to go back inside actually.”

“It's fine! Everyone in Sunnedout knows we're keeping her. She still needs food. You hungry human?” Sans asked with excitement.

I nodded and shuffled over to the safer monster. Much to Papyrus' disappointment.

“You wanna go with me again? Why don't you ever want to have lunch with my brother?” Sans asked me.

“I…”

“She doesn't want me to mess with her food again.” Papyrus interrupted.

He may have saved me a bit but that was rude!

Papyrus and Sans are very close. So telling on the scary older brother wasn't much of an option.

“You two will never become friends if you keep pranking her, brother! You should be nicer.”

“Mn! Mn!” I nodded my head emphatically.

“I can't. Her reactions are even more fun than yours. Have fun at lunch bro. I'm gonna take a nap.”

“You get back here! I'm not do- heeeey!”

Papyrus went back inside the house and closed the door on Sans.

“I just don't understand what's gotten into him. Ever since we took you in and agreed to hide you from the rest of the royal guard he's been so rude!”

“I think I'm just too much to take care of. I can't pay for myself and you both are struggling with money because of me.”

“Nonsense! We get paid more than enough to take on a third roommate! And I'm sure we can find something for you to do to earn gold!”

I did actually have a little bit of gold. In this strange isekai world, if I get into a fight with a monster and win by getting them to give up. Then I mysteriously obtain gold in a way I can't quite explain.

“I hope so. It would be nice to be out of the house for a while. I'm not a little kid or anything…”

“You're not? I thought you were young.”

“What?! How young do you think I am?!”

“You look 12 or so.”

“12?!”

“You're not?”

“No!”

“Haha. Whoops! Sorry human!”

It wasn't long before we reached the adorable purple pastel bar known as Muffet’s. I was surprised Sans was taking me there. It was kinda known as Papyrus' place.

“What do you usually eat here?” He asked me.

“Just burgers and fries.”

“Hm… do you think they have tacos?”

“No…”

We went in and Sans ended up ordering a salad after becoming disappointed with all the greasy food.

“Hey! Why don't you work here? It looks like Muffet could really use a waitress. Right?”

“I don't know how to talk to her.”

“You don't know sign language?”

“No. I never had a chance to learn it.”

“Oh… That's right. You didn't. Still! I'm sure we can figure something out. Anyone can translate for you until you learn.”

But there was one more problem. The cute and cozy atmosphere of the bar did something to me. As a child, I moved around a lot. I wasn't able to make friends very easily and when I did I was forced to leave them soon after. Not to mention, my parents didn't have much time for me always moving around. My childhood wasn't a lot of fun and to make up for that sometimes I age regress. I act very childish and demanding. I cry at the drop of a hat and I'm suddenly not able to do most things adults are supposed to. Sometimes I can't even figure out basic problems. I wouldn't be able to work in a place like Muffet's.

“I'm not sure yet. But thanks for helping me come up with ideas.”

“Any time human!”

After eating I was surprised to see Muffet actually come up to us. She signed something to Sans and he responded,

“Oh. Well I'm just taking our roomie out for some food!”

Then he turned to me.

“Muffet wants to know if you like this place!”

Muffet gave me a sweet smile as she waited for my response.

“Yeah. I-I do a lot.”

“She says she's noticed you here often.”

“Oh. Yeah?”

Did she hear us? Is she trying to offer me a job?

Then Muffet reached for her pocket and brought out something I recognized. It was my pacifier.

“Eep!”

I didn't want Sans knowing I owned something like that but it was a really special comfort item of mine. I didn't want it to be thrown away.

“Wait. Why would that be hers? That's a baby pacifier isn't it?” Sans asked.

“Um! I was gonna return it to a friend of mine before I fell down here. She has a kid! So that's why. Um. Thank you Muffet!”

It was a really lame story but I knew Sans would believe me. He's super gullible.

“Oh that's so nice of you! I'm sure you'll get it back to your friend one day! We will figure something out. I promise!”

“Yea-yeah.”

That was close. In the bright and pastel room, I didn't want my blushing face to be so clearly seen.

“We better get back home Sans. I think I've been outside long enough. Thanks again for lunch. Oh. And thanks Muffet.”

Muffet nodded politely and waved goodbye as we left.

#fanfiction #undertale #x reader #muffet #underswap #au fanfiction #papyrus x reader #swap sans #swap papyrus #agere fanfic #agere little #age regression #sfw fanfic #undertale muffet

[wack-ashimself]

Since I can not legally say 'in a free country' the words "I want to kill the USA president*" I will say this:

I hope every billionaire dies. And I don't care: I hope it's a drawn out (but not long), excruciating, impossible to cure, they are immobile AND incapable of communicating, death. LET THEM GOD DAMN SUFFER 10000x over what they have done to humanity. Maybe for their next couple lifetimes till the lesson sticks.

I hope every person who took or is taking bribes a billionaire dies. Legal or not (cuz it isn't moral any time). Same way they did.

I hope everyone who supports billionaires dies. Quickly. Idiots don't deserve to suffer.

Because I, myself, and millions of others are probably gonna starve to death due to billionaires. So if I die, I want ALLLLLL THOSE MOTHER FUCKERS TO DIE WITH ME.

So I heard they were requiring work requirements for food stamps. NOW. RIGHT NOW. During one of the largest unemployment times in ALL USA HISTORY, AND during what is now called the 'silent depression' which has been PROVEN WORSE than the great depression!

WHICH IS INSANE.

I have never in my life thought 'we should make the poorest most vulnerable PROVE they are poor, and EARN their FEW benefits.' NEVER ONCE. And I have had some dark, cruel, sick thoughts thru my life. BUT NEVER THAT.

Maybe cuz I grew up poor. Maybe cuz I had poor friends. Or maybe we are born on a shared planet, AND OWE NO ONE FOR THAT. NO ONE. Not a single god damn person owns this planet but we pay rent to them, cuz we were CONNED into believing it.

Anyways, they require EIGHTY HOURS A MONTH. Or you're disqualified**.

And either you have to have a job job (that, btw, YOU CAN NEVER QUIT. Seriously. It says that! You have to have a GREAT reason for leaving. FORCED LABOR. AND you can NEVER volunteer to take less than 30 hours a week if you got more than that. WTF?!)

You can VOLUNTEER for FREE work. So in other words, DO NOT GET PAID, but, get enough money in a month from food stamps for about....3 weeks. I have NEVER ONCE in my life had food stamps last the whole month. Not even when I was in CA 10 years ago. Indentured servitude, anyone?

OR you can do work training programs thru the state, to teach you USELESS SKILLS that fucking high school should have taught you. Again, UNPAID.

So 2 of the ways they want you to work is to work for free, never getting beyond just to QUALIFY getting enough food from food stamps for a couple weeks. GENIUS! <fucking morons>

But 80 hours. Mandatory. Every single month. (Btw, isn't that cutting into the BEST times of the days for me to apply for and interview for jobs? IDIOTS!)

Hey-I don't mind applying for jobs, interviews, and telling you all about them. I got tons of proof I am trying to get into the work force. I am trying to make an effort. I like security, go figure.

But I have been unemployed OVER TWO YEARS. Only THREE INTERVIEWS in those 2 years. NO JOB OFFER YET. Closest I got was a job interview requiring a covid jab, and there's no god damn way in hell you're forcing me to do something to my body in order for a job. FUCK OFF. MY BODY, MY RULES. Other they wanted me to sign an arbitration agreement, which ALWAYS FUCKS THE EMPLOYEE. It is NEVER to your advantage; they were created so LEGALLY you can't sue your employer. THAT IS IT. Seriously; look into it.

I would already be DEAD, not exaggerating, if not for the food stamp program I have right now.

So now I have to apply for ANY job, take ANY job, and have to stay there till I die or I won't get food? Never moving up? Never earning more money (cuz the second I do, I LOSE food stamps, costing me even more money?)

Even if I am mistreated to the point I am suicidal?

I genuinely would rather die than enable this evil abusive system. Sincerely.

But I'm not going to do so without a fight. And maybe taking out a billionaire or so with me. Cuz it doesn't matter how much power, protection, and secrecy they have. With enough time, thought, and planning, one bullet isn't that hard to meet it's target. Ha....and if you're smart enough, it's food poisoning anyways. They're SO fucking arrogant, they forget who makes their food and does all their work for them. <And if they get paranoid enough, they'll just quit eating and starve to death, like me.> ;)

They're pushing me to the edge, and I swear, I don't push back. I bring them down the cliff with me...if only so they can't do it to another.

So let's do this. Let's see who blinks. I have NOTHING to lose; you have EVERYTHING to lose, rich bitches.

*I promise, like they want to make homelessness illegal, and they made that solider who lit himself on fire an 'enemy' cuz he believed in anarchy (which SIMPLY means NO RULERS), they will start arresting anyone anti state. Which is ironic: if I was in jail, I'd be promised more food and shelter security, FOR FREE, paid for by the taxpayers (and costing them SUBSTANTIALLY more), than if I remained in my current situation. Oh, and don't forget, largest for profit prison population used as SLAVES. So they gain 2 ways: state pays them to imprison them THEN they get to use them as cheap labor. THIS IS AN EVIL GOD DAMN SYSTEM.

**Again, if I just went out, and knocked up ANY random woman, and she gave birth, I would be promised food stamps, no work, instantly. Love that catch. Bring a child into the world you can't afford, and we'll feed YOU. But if not, starve to death if you can't find work***. Every single thing is broken.

***This just made me realize...if you were working even...70 hours a month, they would require you to volunteer for another 10 to get food stamps. What if the volunteer work only occurs the same hours you're at your job? Jesus fuck, did NO ONE think this thru in ANY way!? It always fucking gets worse...

<Do you think even a billionaire does 80 hours a month in work? FUCK NO. But we BAIL THEM OUT every god damn time.>

#billionaire #billionaires #food stamps #food #eat the rich #eat the 1% #ebt #biden #democrats #republicans

[siphonophive]

mmm money talk under the cut cause I am stressing about it always (I am fine)

I just was checking my bank account and someone transferred me a couple hundred dollars tonight? who? my aunt? idk. unless my mom did it for gas money cause I'm gonna be driving her around all next week when she visits. I mean I need it so... I'm not gonna complain. I've been getting basically no work for the better part of the last year.

the reason I was looking at my bank account was cause I'm trying to figure out how much of my retirement I want to take out this year and when I'm gonna need to do it. I need to look into the details of how long it takes, what percentage the penalty is, and try to figure out if I'm gonna need to pay taxes on it, or how much I should take so that I don't have to pay taxes on it. I'm ngl I really hate having money in a 401k cause, well, one I don't understand it at all (I didn't even realize anything was being put into it until after a year or so at the job where I earned it), two I do not want to "invest" in anything I think that whole system–the stock market etc–is evil, and three I actually need that money to live NOW and it's annoying that it's not just in my bank account–like I earned it at a job that nearly killed me, I would like to use it to stay alive at least a little longer thanks. fake ass money. a safety net I'm "not supposed" to use. okay cool, I'm gonna.

I'm just like... trying to decide what to do this year. and more broadly, with my life. the two options are basically: keep living at my parents' house for free even though it is slowly eroding my soul, or strategically try to use my retirement money to move up north so I can be somewhere I have an actual community (rather than blood family) support system. I dunno. I've never been good at making smart decisions; I generally just do what I feel I need to do, which is usually like, move cross country again, or quit my job, or whatever other impulse feels like the only thing I can actually handle doing, emotionally. the real bear is that it costs SO MUCH to move to another state and get a room- what, probably $2400 just to move into a room? (first, last, security- that's like 3 times the rent). and then I need enough savings to keep paying rent/living until I can find a job? as a disabled person? and this is assuming someone will rent to me without said job. I'm just... augh. I genuinely don't know how anyone lives. how is everyone doing it???

don't get me wrong, I understand very well how extremely lucky I am to have family to fall back on financially, and to have been able to live off mostly savings these past several (oh my god) years. but I am very aware of how little a misstep, or just plain bad luck, it would take for me to really fuck up my life and my options, so, you know... I'm really anxious about how this next year is going to pan out.

[ryvbomin]

{ rae, 21, cst, she/her } —— welcome to infinite entertainment! it's ryu bomin, who is a vocal coach. i’ve heard whispers that the twenty-eight year old is pretty strong -willed but lowkey judgmental. also, doesn’t he remind you of byun baekhyun?

hello hello !! a quick lil mun intro before getting into bomin's business. i'm rae, ur local veteran exo-l, she/her & in cst !! i am so unprepared for this rn ive been so busy but pls give this a ♡ if u would like to plot !!

tw: drug addiction, stalking

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

born to a 19 year old sex worker on october 28th of 1994, making him a scorpio sun, leo moon, with a capricorn rising.

after finding out she was pregnant, she decided to move in with her aunt and they would raise bomin together.

his mother didn't know the father, so she reached out to every rich client she had & got as much money as she could so she could try and give her child the life she'd never had.

from a young age, he showed an affinity for music.

when he entered school, he joined any musical extracurricular they had available. he was a natural at everything music related.

he eventually began busking at 13 to earn some extra money for his mom and aunt.

he was approached by a scout for a relatively unknown company, he at first thought it was a scam but after some encouragement from his aunt he decided to take the scout up on his offer.

he trained for five years at this company, even dropping out of school to focus on training while working.

in 2012 when he was 18 he debuted in a six member group named apollo (based on b.a.p, daehyun vc) where he was the main vocalist & face of the group.

known for his mischievous behavior amongst fans, he quickly became the most popular member.

his group quickly gained massive success and put their company on the map.

bomin had a massive issue with sasaengs during the height of his success, but his company refused to take action because "any press was good press"

the company became greedy and withheld pay from him and his members, paying them next to nothing for the work they had put in.

however, in 2014, the six members filed a lawsuit against their company saying their company had not paid them.

the group entered a hiatus until 2015 and eventually a settlement was reached, but bomin still decided to leave the group.

he floated around different entertainment companies for three years, attempting a solo debut that gained little to no attention.

bomin had become bitter and jaded about the industry. he was always angry and could never seem to calm down.

he eventually began to abuse cocaine, which didn't help his anger but certainly distracted him enough to prevent his anger from coming out.

he periodically released music on soundcloud, but never anything else.

he was living off the settlement from the lawsuit and the bit of money he had earned from his solo career until early 2023, when it began to run out due to his addiction and lavish lifestyle.

bomin decided to reenter the industry, but not as an idol, as a vocal coach. he figured he had enough experience to help guide the new generation of idols down the right path while providing them top tier vocal training.

he reached out to infinite during their tour and was hired during it, he stayed back for a good majority of it but was spotted with idols a lot during the final leg.

currently, bomin has been california sober for four months. (if u dont know california sober is only drinking and smoking weed)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

bomin can best be described as a butt head. like im so serious rn

he's stubborn as shit and sarcastic, if u make a typo in a text he will not let it go unnoticed.

fights for what he believes in always, part of the reason the lawsuit took over a year to settle.

a bit of a hopeless romantic, but always unlucky in relationships.

tough love is his thing. bullying too but in a caring way.

has no problem being annoying. he knows how to push people's buttons and will do so when he's bored.

while he can be obnoxious as shit, he is also very loyal.

defend his friends tooth and nail if anyone fucks with them

big white dad at a bbq energy when hes with his friends

feminist icon, he tends to be more comfortable around women as well. no specific reason he just thinks theyre really pretty and nice and he likes women so much (he just like me fr)

bisexual but w a strong female lean

hes chaotic in the same way taemin from shinee is

in another life hes a lawyer he loves arguing so much

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

pls give me an ex!!!! romantic or even an ex best friend, i need his mean side to come out tbh

his adopted child, an idol that's about 4+ years younger than him who he is so stressed about always

his apprentice, someone who thinks he's so cool and he wants to teach them everything he knows

maybe someone who used to stan apollo (bonus points if he was their bias)

someone who helps him stay as sober as he can be

a ride or die, his best friend in the whole wide world

literally anything

literally everything

#infinite:intro #류보민 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ooc #the graphic is so messy #i did it in like 20 min #lmfao

[mzyraj]

I did a (frankly too much) sims 4 legacying as the most available sims option to me now

But I went with one of my major blorbos rn, Astarion from BG3. And like many of my blorbos, he's kind of an asshole but also I love him. I don't have expansion packs to make him more vampire, but close enough

He ran into Dina Caliente pretty early on and turns out they're both flirty so they hit it off quite well (Note: I headcanon OG Astarion as at least very male preference bisexual, but legacy need baby so he can have a bit of ciswoman as a treat)

I got him in the crime career but between working and skill grinding he married Dina, who like her TS2 counterpart is very into money and so focused on her career in culinary stuff

She did not wind up taking much maternity leave for their only child (planned)

And they wound up with a baby girl, named after Karlach, as pale as her father

Though with her mother's green eyes as it turns out. Apparently at some point they added infants between babies and toddlers in TS4 which was very confusing for a good few moments there (also I remembered how to take normal pictures in the sims)

I'm not sure how much of a father figure Astarion would really make, but the two are cute together

Karlach really takes after her dad physically, she randomised the trait gluttonous and is also very social which became her childhood goal

And I played and played until she reached her teen birthday, with her parents mostly skill grinding, working and arguing because Astarion's mean when I'm not paying attention, while Karlach was an honors student with several friends (she might date a Landgrabb)

Trying to go for a little bit of an OG Karlach look (if you ignore the colouration), she randomised music lover and the gluttonous trait is an ongoing thing (I can't remember crap about TS4 tbh) so her goal is to follow her mother into being a chef (and her waistline will probably do the same as her mother's has as a result, oh well)

Astarion's a get away driver rn and his lifetime want stuff isn't going super well because it requires being soulmates with his spouse, which he lost because he keeps being an autonomous asshole to her, he's a few days away from old age now

Dina is a sous chef and just into full adulthood, perhaps I should have had her take a better paying career when I got her because her lifetime want stuff is about earning X simoleons and having so much in the bank account and... eh, I guess she might get there eventually

#ts4 #the sims 4 #I'm hesitant to tag this as #ts4 legacy #because I know me and I never finish these things #but stranger things have happened ig

[yesyourstalker]

Mahi: sucks. I can't celebrate your birthday I got to close tonight.

Warabi: You can celebrate when you come over! Get some booze and order some pizza. Have a nice quiet birthday and I haven't had one of those in a while. Most of my birthdays have been like these all out parties maybe it's nice to take a small break this time.

Mahi: All right, I'll see you later. Don't get too drunk while I'm gone.

Warabi: not making any promises! Buy...... oh my mom's calling..... Hi Ma-ma!

Ma-ma: hi inkdrp, happy birthday! How's my little boy?

Warabi: I'm great! Thanks for my new yacht!

Ma-ma: That's nice. I'm glad you like it. I hope you're having a good birthday. You're growing up so fast you're 24 now. Just feels like yesterday you used to fit in my hand.

Warabi: yeah

Ma-ma: Yes, well there's a reason why I called you...... Well like I said you are now 24 and in our family 24 is usually the age where we-

Dad- we're cutting you off!

Warabi: WHAT!

Dad: we're cutting you off! You waste too much money and you're spoiled! You need to get a job! a real job and make your own money!

Warabi: I have a job. I'm a musician. I literally-I'm literally in a band!!

Dad: no!! a real job!! Something that builds character, something that involves work and labor and patience!

Warabi: dad! Are you serious!! Why are you doing this to me???

Dad: everyone in our family was cut off at some point and this is your point! You either get a job or we can call you your grandfather and we can enroll you to the military!

Warabi: NO! No! no.. I don't want- I can't. Don't put I can't be in the military....please.

Dad: All right fine then get a job. You're very lucky and privileged that you got to have that decision a lot didn't have a choice in that matter so be grateful!

Warabi: ........ Yes dad...

Dad: Don't give me the attitude!...... And besides, it'll be great for you. My father used to make me wash dishes and wash the uniforms of soldiers.... Blood is very hard to clean out.... But you know what it gave me son?

Warabi: second hand trauma?

Dad: no! it gave me a sense of worth a sense of pride and connection one-on-one connection.

Warabi: I get that feeling when I'm doing my shows. You know looking down at my fans and I have friends who aren't .....as rich as me. I had one living with me once, I feel like that's enough.

Ma-ma: sweetie, I understand that this decision may not seem like a good idea but I feel like this is a great opportunity for you. You can learn new skills and gain connections to people outside of celebrity life....... earn money from hard work. You have a gift inkdrop. You're an artist and I see that and I understand that.... You still need something to fall back on. You understand?

Warabi: yeah. What about my money that I make from diss-pair

Dad: that money is going into a savings account that you are not allowed to access

Warabi: what! Why!

Dad: for your future, you're not going to be young your whole life it can be used to retirement!! You need to save your money! And stop spending it the minute you get it!

Warabi: how will I pay rent!?

Ma-ma: fortunately for you inkdrop we found a nice humble apartment that you can afford once you find a job. Once You find a job You will be moving to that apartment and pay the rent by yourself.

Dad: we should have let him look for it himself

Ma-ma: shimi!! Everything is prepared for you sweetie. We support and love you and we're rooting for you. You're a smart boy. I'm sure you can figure it out on your own.

Dad: why don't you try getting a roommate!? How about ikkon person you're always with?! Why don't you live with him? He's your friend, boyfriend or whatever right?

Warabi: DAD!

Ma-ma: like I said we love and support you sweetie. No matter who you love or sleep with. I just wish....... you could have chosen .....an octoling.

Warabi: mom...Cod....... that's

Ma-ma: I've done it!! I've had many relationships with inklings!! I see no problem with it love is love! But It's .......just you are an Octavio .... it's different-

Warabi: we're not in a relationship!!! Can we please talk about something else?

Ma-ma: we'll talk more about this later. Love you inkdrop. Happy birthday baby

Warabi: thank you ma-ma..... Bye..............*Sigh*....... Hey Mahi..... Sorry for calling you again...... I need to ask you something....

Mahi: yeah, what's up?

Warabi: You think you can get me a job?

Mahi: uhhhh

Mahi belongs to @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

#i tried to write Warabi's parents as boomersish as possible #i hope i didn't make his dad come off is too unlikable. I wanted to be loving and supportive but also strict and a little bit out of touch #but yeah Warabi gets a job at RockShok shop #Mahi didn't get him the job ikkan did but mahi helped #Neta is that a place where he tolerates Warabi's presence but he's still in thin ice #Craig broke Octavio's heart so no one in his family is allowed to to marry an inkling it's forbidden #It might be a little bit of adversities with cross species relationships depending on the species and their history #It's 1:00 a.m. and these tags are just full of misspellings and ramblings but it's whatever I'm going to go to sleep