draining your wallet

Chamber of Secrets - Part 24

Originally posted by bucha-nan

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: I mean, about fucking time Bree.

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          Are you into cute, muppet-like anime characters ??  Hamster-
            like smiles, maybe ??  Would you actually take the time to
          PUNCH a muppet in the face ??  Of course you would, smh,
             you bunch of sadists, I can see your intentions from here.

 ♥ TODOMATSU MATSUNO from OSOMATSU-SAN
                                        PRIVATE || HIGHLY SELECTIVE || SEMI-EXCLUSIVE

  • A huge and cute NEET™ with five shitty older brothers.
  • Has climbed Mt.Fuji alone yet he can’t climb the social caste.
  • ♥ Looking for a gf ♥ even tho’ he’s a picky and petty asshole.
  • Don’t be friends with him, he’ll drain you and your wallet dry.

          LIKE/REBLOG if ya want me to check you, although REBLOGS
                    would be way more appreciated in the end, uwah
. ♥

          Penned by HAMSTER. || Recently moved from @hamstcrmatsu-m

Seeking new Pay Pigs

I am looking for new paypiggys to bow to My every wish and command. I get what I want when I want it, and you’re going to give it to ME. It gives me pleasure to drain your wallet and control your life. You wish to serve ME? When you have tributed, an application will be sent through email. You will then be considered and if in agreement to my terms and conditions there will be a legally binding contract. Why spend mine when I can spend yours? PayPal email : Stormyblake84@gmail.com

for anarchyaustralia and tokyoluke‘s blurb night :) this is kind of long (more like super long) so I’ve put it under a read more.

ISO: One roommate to share rent for as long as they can. Gender and age don’t matter. Employed preferable, but not required. Rent is $750/mo, you pay $375. Water, heat, electricity all included. Contact info below.

You’d been searching for an apartment for the past few weeks, but everything was either nice and too expensive, or in your price range but shitty. You didn’t want to speak too soon, but this ad (in the absolute last paper that you’d looked in) may have been exactly what you’d been looking for this whole time. Underneath the ad was a number to call, “any time between 8 a.m. and 10 p.m.” it said. It’s just past 10 p.m., but you don’t want to start off with this person on the wrong foot, especially since if thing go your way, you’ll be living with them for a while. You make a note to call in the morning before you go to work, then get ready for bed.

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Creepypasta #721: MILF

Length: Super long

Another night alone, sitting in front of the computer with a mouse in one hand and a vodka on the rocks in the other, trying to kill time before complete exhaustion overtakes me, hopefully before the sunrise. I aimlessly click back and forth, page after page of news prattle, stupid people doing stupid things in stupid videos, social media sites to catch up with friends and family, playing free unskilled games in hopes of draining your wallet that I had no intention of ever purchasing, and the occasional bit of fantasy self-fulfillment porn. 

The most amusing thing that I find from all of this cyber-wandering is the constant bombardment of cheesy ads supposedly directed at me personally with my hometown shoehorned in the text that has been gathered from my IP address, a half-assed attempt to impress me into thinking, “Oh, golly! This MUST be legit! Let me just click on this and download what couldn’t possibly be a trojan virus!” Idiots. I’m not new to the ways of the internet. I’m a goddamn pro at wasting as much of my adult time as possible with my little two buttoned friend!

Later on into the night and into my fifth beverage, I notice one of these banner ads blinking with neon red letters at the top of a news site. I only noticed it because it had my name flashing as the first word. “James!” it read, “MILFs in your area want to meet you! One MILF is just 10 miles away!” 

I laughed heartily to myself, nearly spitting out some of my precious vodka. Who still uses that term these days? MILF? Just another example of how the advertisement industry is way out of touch with the world. I swallow my almost airborne mouthful and furrow my brow a bit. How did they know my name? I didn’t think you could get a name from an IP address, just a location. Damn, these programming nerds are getting really good at their jobs these days! I click refresh for the latest news articles on the site.

When the page fully loaded, I was knocked back in my chair, mouse flung from my hand, and a single ice cube fell onto the floor and slid behind me. I was assaulted by an extremely loud, shrill dinging sound from the computer speakers, as if a deranged slot machine was trying to murder me with my winnings. I gather myself and reach to turn the speakers off. I don’t ever remember turning them up that loud. I hardly even needed the speakers when I browsed the web. I scanned the page for what could have possibly made that audio attack. 

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