go and get your money

there are people right now to this day who still believe food stamps are still a thing and not just a colloquial term for an ebt card ………. people are literally saying they’re “selling off some of their food stamps to get money for drugs” lmao … and it wasn’t even just one person it was multiple people. … people have literally no clue how snap benefits work.

its not fucking stamps…. snap benefits come on a card that look like a credit card type thing, you swipe it just like you would a credit card type thing, and it only pays for food your state allows snap benefits to cover. You cannot possibly sell part of this money back because even when buying and returning food items using snap benefits the money has to go directly back to your card.

There is absolutely no way to get money off of an ebt card to give people for drugs. notwithstanding the fact that drug addicts deserve food, but the point being you can’t fucking get money off of an ebt card for non-food related things, ever, period, and it DEFINITELY ISNT stamps, lmao….

You’ll always have a home- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Warnings: Angst, kissing, like a makeout kinda part? Is that even a warning?

Description: Jughead seemed off lately, with Jason’s death, and the drive-min closing, reader can tell something is off, but cant really pinpoint what

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The first time I could tell something was off was when I mentioned the coffeemaker. It was funny how something as simple as the mention of a coffee pot was the spark of my curiosity towards the situation.
“I swear to god, you drink so much coffee, I’m just going to get you a pot for your birthday so you can save some money.” And there it was, the slight twitch in his shoulders and the split second of a tense look on his face before he began laughing along. It was so quick, I was surprised I even caught it, but I did.
 I never asked about Jughead’s home life. He always steered clear of it so I figured it was a touchy subject. I wondered why I hadn’t been invited over in… well…. ever. Then I started putting together the bits and pieces of information and realized: I hadn’t a clue what roof Jughead was sleeping under at night.
Obviously, it was time to investigate.
And I had the perfect opportunity one afternoon.
“Shit, I forgot my textbook at home.” Jughead muttered, his head ducked down and searching in his schoolbag.
“We can walk to your house and get it if you want.” There it was, the tense-up. Jughead froze in his tracks for a split second before regaining his composure and kept walking. To anybody else, it would have looked normal, but I wasn’t anyone else. I was his best friend, and he was the boy I was in love with.
“No, it’s fine. I can just use yours, right?” Jughead looked at me with almost pleading eyes, and I didn’t want to egg him on any longer. I wanted him to open up and tell me the truth, not shut me out.
“Yeah, of course.” I smiled up at my friend and he smiled back reassuringly. Deep down, I knew something was wrong.
And a week later, I began to confirm those suspicions.
“Can you believe they’re shutting down the drive-in?!” Jughead screeched at me one morning as I walked up the front steps of our school.
“Wait, what?” I gave him a confused look.
“Yeah! Apparently an “anonymous buyer” gave the mayor an offer she just couldn’t refuse” Jughead through his hands up in dramatic sarcasm before scoffing and folding them over his chest angrily.
“Juggie, I’m sorry you’re going to lose your job, but- “
“it’s more than just my job, y/n!” Jughead paused for a second. I watched his Addams apple move quickly as he gulped down words that were threatening to pour out of his mouth. “It’s, it’s, it’s a special place! It’s special to us! I took you there when you first moved here! Remember?!”
“Yeah.” I laughed, thinking back to the memories of Jug and I sneaking up to the film roll room and watching through the peek hole while Jughead made sure the tapes were switched out on time.
“hello?! Earth to y/n?” Jughead waved his face in front of me, and I brought myself out of my quick trip to the past, listening to Jugheads rambling about the drive- in.
Jughead brought it up later to our friends as we ate at pop’s, inviting Veronica, Kevin, Betty and I to the last drive in on Friday. Of course, they all agreed to go, and we all planned who we would drive with. I decided to walk with Jughead, and Kevin was taking Veronica. Betty was going to go with Archie.
“I’m going to go to the mayor again and see if I can convince her to keep the drive- in.” Jughead told me as we began to part ways that night. I grabbed his sleeve, pulling me back to him.
“Jughead, why is the Twilight drive-in so important to save?” I asked him, my voice soft and full of concern.
“It’s my job, y/n! I thought that might be an important thing to try and save!” Jughead’s words dripped with sarcasm as he yelled at me. He never usually got angry like this.
“Ok, I’ll see you at school tomorrow, good luck.” I spoke softly as I backed away slowly. I watched Jughead’s face go from angry to apologetic and walked away before he could say anything.
Jughead and I didn’t really speak much for the next few days. We still walked to class together, and he walked me home. He told me that the Mayor just wouldn’t listen to him or give his words any consideration, so I tried going to her myself the day after he did to change her mind.
“Hello, miss- “I opened the door to her office slowly, speaking with the politest tone I could manage.
“Miss y/l/n, I’m sorry, but the drive in is closing, and that’s final.” The mayor cut me off with a firm but somewhat polite tone.
“I’m sorry to bother you, this is just really important to Jughead. I just wanted to at least try and change your mind.”
“That’s quite alright, miss y/l/n.” The mayor smiled at me, staring at me for another moment before speaking again.
“Jughead is… special. He doesn’t have a lot of friends, certainly not any that would at least try to help him with something like this. I’m sorry I can’t save the drive in. I wish I could, for your sake and Jughead’s, but… “The mayor sighed, rubbing the side of her head with her thumb and forefinger.
“Thank you for your time.” I nodded, beginning to exit the Mayor’s office.
“Y/n?” I turned to the sound of the mayor’s voice. “Jughead is lucky to have a friend like you.”
“Thank you, Mayor.” I exited the office, my shoulders heavy.
The night of the drive-in, I rode to the lot with Kevin and Veronica, meeting up with Jughead. I found him by the snack counter and smiled as I watched him talk aimlessly with the boy in the booth.
“Hey, Jug.” I greeted my best friend and the boy he was talking to.
“Hey, y/n/n.” Jughead wrapped an arm around me, hugging me tightly. I wrapped my arms around his waist, my head leaning against his chest.
“How are you feeling?” I asked him, my voice muffled by his shirt. Jughead shrugged before looking down at me with a small smile on his face.
“Could be better, but you’re here, so I guess I’m not under a complete raincloud of doom.”
“Oh, so just a small one then?” I teased, grinning up at him.
“Yeah, it’s kinda just lingering somewhere behind me, ready to open up and strike me with a lightning bolt at any given moment.” I laughed at Jughead’s comment.
“Are you gonna come lay with us on the truck?” I asked him, a pleading look on my face. I grabbed his hand and began tugging him toward Kevin’s truck.
Jughead sucked in a breath before giving in. “Fine, Fine, I guess I’ll be angsty and depressed in the back of the truck instead of in the film room.” I jumped happily before intertwining Jughead’s hand with mine and pulling him towards the back of the truck. Veronica and Kevin sat curled up in blankets and scooted over so Jughead and I could sit next to them.
“Ah, it’s the official partners in crime, the tag team, the endgame, the- “
“I thought Archie and Betty were endgame?” I cut off Kevin before he could throw another couple reference at jughead and I.
“Yes, but that was before he got vocal with our music teacher.” Kevin grinned at his subtle pun and I rolled my eye.
“Ok, no Archie, no Ms. Grundy, no endgames, let’s just enjoy the drive in while we can, alright?” Veronica handed Jughead and I a blanket. I climbed in to Jughead’s lap and rested my back against his chest and he wrapped the blanket around us, his arms going around my waist under the cloth.
“Thank you,” Jughead whispered in my ear.
“For what?” I whispered back, grabbing the popcorn Veronica handed me.
“The mayor told me you stopped by to see her.” Jughead whispered to me. I turned around to face him and he was looking up at the big drive in screen, the lights reflecting off his face and casting shadows under his eyes and chin. He looked painstakingly beautiful. Jughead’s eyes flickered down to look at me and he smirked a bit before looking back up at the screen.
We stayed almost the whole night, watching movie after movie. The only time Jughead left was to go switch out the rolls as the credits came after the end of every showing. He would re-appear five minutes later, and I would lift the blanket as he hopped over the side of Kevin’s truck and resumed his prior position, his arms wrapped around me and his chin on my shoulder. At 4 in the morning, the credits to the last movie rolled, with only a few cars left on the lot. Veronica and Kevin were leaned against each other as they snored lightly, and my back rested against Jughead’s chest. I looked up at the mesmerizing boy. He had a hard look on his face and his jaw was clenched, his eyes glossy and shiny, the credits from the screen reflecting off his pupils.
“Jughead?” I spoke softly, my eyes on the raven-haired boy. He kept his gaze on the screen ahead of him. “Jughead, the construction people will be here soon, we have to go.”
“You guys go, I’m gonna hang around a little longer.” Jughead pulled away from me, climbing out of the truck and disappearing around the side of it. I turned to my friends, shaking them lightly to wake them up. Kevin woke first, carrying a still-sleeping Veronica around to the passenger seat and lying her in it. I grabbed my blanket and my backpack and swung it over my shoulder and waited at the driver’s side of the vehicle.
“Aren’t you and Jughead coming?” Kevin asked me, walking around to the front of the car where I stood.
“No, Jughead said he wanted to stay a bit longer, so I’ll wait with him.” I hugged my friend before he climbed in to the driver’s side.
“Hey, if you guys do it in the film room, I want details.” Kevin grinned devilishly before starting the car and driving away. I just shook my head, laughing at his comment. I made my way to the wall of the film room and leaned against it, folding my blanket. I pulled the bag off my shoulder, sticking the blanket inside.
 I waited for Jughead for another hour or so, playing on my phone mindlessly. I figured he was soaking up what he could of the film room before Mr. Andrews’ company teared it to shreds. The drive- in was his favorite place in town, besides the chock-lit shoppe.
I watched as the sky started to get lighter and I checked the time. 6:08 A.M. It wasn’t like I had never pulled an all-nighter before, and I wasn’t going to leave until I at least made sure Jughead was alright and home safe. I leaned back against the building, hearing birds chirping as the sun rose. Minutes later, I heard a voice from the other side of the building, and I turned my head, kicking off the wall with my heel and poking my head slightly around the corner. I saw the back of Jughead, and he was facing a man that looked familiar. Jughead had what looked like a camper bag hanging off his back, a poster sticking out of it.
“They’ll tear that booth down, too. Raise the whole place, send it to the junkyard.” The man in front of Jughead spoke, a smile playing on his lips.” And us with it.”
“Yeah, maybe they’ll save it. All the pieces. Store it in the town hall attic and rebuild it in a hundred years. Wonder who the hell we were.” I could almost picture the bittersweet smile on Jug’s face.
“Hmm.” The man smiled a bit more before his face became serious.
“So where are you gonna live now?” My heart stopped, a million emotions and realizations hitting me like a bus.
“I’ll figure it out dad, I always do.” I watched Jughead walked past him, walking towards the entrance of the drive in. I snuck around the other side of the building, making my way towards the entrance. I managed to beat Jughead to it and stood at the gate, my arms crossed as I waited for the boy I loved.
Jughead came around the corner, stopping in his tracks when he saw me. He had what looked like a busted look in his face as I stood there, a blank expression matching the hurt, worry, and concern for the boy.
“Y/n… what are you still doing here? I thought you-?” Jughead asked me, hoping I hadn’t caught on to what was going on.
“When exactly were you planning on telling me that you were homeless?” I cut him off, my tone of voice coming off as if I were a concerned mother. Jughead opened his mouth, trying to find the words to speak, but gave up, closing it instead.
Juggie? Really? I’m your best friend! We tell each other everything? Why would you keep this from me? More importantly, why aren’t you staying with your father? Is he homeless too? Did he kick you out? What is going on, Forsythe?! Tell me!” I paced back and forth as I rambled, before turning to look at Jughead. He looked down at the dirt underneath his shoes, His hand wrapped around the strap of his bag. I waited for an answer, my arms spread wide in front of me as I stared at him. Jughead said something that I couldn’t make out.
“What?” I spoke, encouraging him to repeat himself. Jughead lifted his head, the rims of his eyes a dark pink and tears falling down his face. My face dropped quickly, my heart clenching tightly as I looked at the broken boy in front of me.
“I said,” Jughead lifted his sleeve to wipe his running nose.” I don’t have a home.” His voice cracked slightly and more tears fell down Jughead’s face as he dropped the bag from his shoulder.
“Jughead.” I dropped my bag as well and quickly ran to the boy, trying to keep my tears from falling as I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Jughead wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his face in to my neck and quietly crying. We stood there for a few minutes, my one hand rubbing his back and my other pulling off his hat so I could run my fingers through his hair, doing everything I knew in my power that could soothe him.
“Jughead, Hey, Jug.” My hands cupped his cheeks, rubbing the tears away from his eyes while mine began to fall freely.” Listen to me, you are not homeless, ok? And you will never, ever, be homeless, as long as I am alive and breathing.” I stopped for a second to inhale quickly, my nose stuffed.” You are going to come with me to Pop’s, and I’m going to buy us breakfast, and then we are going to go back to my house, and you’re going to take a shower, because lord knows how long it’s been since you’ve had one,” Jughead chuckled lightly at my statement and I also let out a breathy laugh.” And then you’re going to crawl in to the guest bed, and you’re going to get some sleep, because it literally exhausts me every time I see those bags under your eyes. And you’re going to stay with me, ok?” Jughead nodded silently, knowing that this was a losing battle.
“And this never. Happens. Again. You got it? God, Jug, something terrible could have happened to you. We’ve got a murderer waltzing around town, do you know how easily you could have been killed?” I scolded, more tears falling down my face. I backed away from Jughead, going to grab my bag. “I don’t know how I can ever survive without you, ever! I would have dropped dead if anything ever happened to you! You’re the most important thing in this entire world to me! I don’t even know how- “Jughead grabbed my arm, turning me to face him before leaning down and planting his lips on mine. I stood still for a second, processing the shock of the gesture before wrapping my arms back around his neck and pulling his body closer to mine. Jughead wrapped his arms around my waist, his lips moving against mine. After a few moments, we pulled apart, my chest rising and falling as I caught my breath.
“Jughead, I- “Apparently, Jughead wasn’t done, because he pressed his lips to mine again, taking my breath away once more. We stood at the gate of the drive in for a little while longer, Jughead pushing me backwards until my back was against the fence and his body was pressed firmly against mine. We broke apart when we heard a man clear his throat.
“Uh, we’re gonna have to ask you to leave the premises.” The man spoke politely.” Construction begins soon.”
“Oh, sorry sir.” I apologized quickly, fixing my hair that Jughead had his fist tangled in moments ago, and grabbed my bag. Jughead did the same, grabbing my hand and leading me away from the drive in and down the street towards Pop’s. We stopped at my house so we could drop off our bags and began our trek to the 24-hour diner.
“Hey, Jughead.” I looked up at the boy as we walked hand in hand to the diner. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Jughead looked down at me, smiling warmly.
“No, Jughead, I- “
“I know, and I love you, too.” I stopped walking, causing Jughead to stop as well. Jughead looked down at me and I leaned up, pressing another kiss to his lips.
Jughead and I made it to the diner soon after, spotting Archie, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin at a booth. When they saw us, they invited us to sit and Archie and Kevin grabbed chairs from another table.
“So, did anything happen in the film room?” Kevin wiggled his eyebrows at me as Jughead and I slid in to the booth. I slapped his shoulder before glaring at him.
“Nah, nothing happened in the film room.” Jughead paused momentarily before speaking again.” It happened outside the film room.” Kevin’s mouth dropped open wide.
“You kinky fuckers!” Kevin hollered. The table laughed as I turned red in embarrassment. I felt Jughead’s hand grab mine under the table and I smiled, my fingers intertwining with his.
He would always have a home, and it would be with me.

Writing Commissions

Hey! My name’s Yah Yah. I’m 18 years old and right now, me and my family are homeless. We’re living in one room in the basement of some very kind people, but I think we’d like to be out of here … soon. I don’t have much to offer in terms of drawing or art, but I am a good writer. I’m hoping you all could do me a favor and spread this around. Likes are appreciated, but reblogs help me get some money to help get my family out of this situation.

I Can Do:

Original writing including short and novella length stories. You can either leave the plot and characters up to me or give me your own ideas to run with. Like a ghost-writer who’s getting paid to do the fun stuff.

Poetry/Prose. It can either be your run of the mill, beautiful poetry to ogle at or I can write poems/prose for your muse. I know a lot of roleplayers like to have something that reflects their muse well. A specially made poem or line of prose would do just the trick.

Editing! Which I know is a big deal for a lot of writers. It can be very hard to critique our own writing, so I’m offering to become your beta reader. I’ll look it over, edit any mistakes and help you fix any character issues/plot holes!

Pricing

$15 for every 1k. So fifteen bucks will get you a thousands words and thirty will get you 2k and so on with the pricing. I will not charge an extra free if I write over what you paid me for. ( So if I fall in love with your character and lose my mind with the writing and word vomit something up, I won’t make you pay for it. )

For poetry I’m going to be charging $30 per poem as this is one of my strongest areas.

I’m going to have to ask to have the money upfront and you’ll get your product afterwards!

Do not ask me to lower my prices. Writing takes a long time and as much as I love it, it takes a lot out of me. Not only are you paying for my art, but you’re paying for my time too.

FOR EDITING, I charge based on the whole work. $20 for ten pages or less and $30 for anything after that.

Guidelines

I reserve the right to turn down a request. Keep your money if you want to write smut, pedophilia or rape. I will not do it for any price.

You will not claim my writing as your own. If you use my writing anywhere, you must credit it to me.

If you don’t like the finished product or would like a revision, please send me an IM or an ask. If any revisions can’t be made, you’ll get your money back!

If you’d like to contact me for a job, you can contact me here on Tumblr.

Paperhat parenting headcanons:

Dr.Flug:

-Someone has to put a dime in the swear jar!

BH:

-What the fuck did you just say?!

Dr.Flug:

-M.D. move your butt over here right now young man!

BH:

-M.D move your ass over here in this second you little punk!

Dr.Flug:

-Psycha,stop running around the lab,you’ll hurt yourself!

BH:

-Psycha stop running around or I’ll hurt YOU!

Dr.Flug:

-I am NOT one of your little friends,you will not speak like that to me!

BH:

-I’m not one of your little punk ass friends, you better watch who the hell you’re talking to.

Dr.Flug:

-you are GROUNDED young man!

BH:

-you are punished until further notice.

Dr.Flug:

-No TV for a week!

BH:

-Don’t ask me to do shit until I say you can.

Dr.Flug:

-I want to be your friend.

BH:

-I am a parent first,friend second.

Dr.Flug:

-I am going to count to three! 1!

BH:

-1!

Dr.Flug:

-2!

BH:

-2!

Dr.Flug:

-2 and a half! 2 and three quarters!

BH:

-3!

Dr.Flug:

*crush noises*

-This is why we can’t have nice things.

BH:

-You’re always fucking shit up in my house!

Dr.Flug:

-You can’t do whatever you want all the time! You have to respect some rules!

BH:

-My roof,my rules. If you don’t like my rules,then go find other rules to like.

Dr.Flug:

-You do not pay for anything in this household, so you better not act like it.

BH:

-Please name one of the bills that you pay in my house.

Dr.Flug:

-Do not speak to your father that way!

BH:

-Who in the seven gates of blue and green hell do you think you’re talking to?!

Dr.Flug. :

-Do not make me get physical with you!

BH:

-Flug may have brought you into this world,but I’LL be the one to take you out.


Dr.Flug:

-Black hat said no? It’ll be our little secret.

BH:

-Flug said no? Then the answer is no.

Dr.Flug:

-I think you have misplaced your mind!

BH:

-You either respect me,or you’ll respect the streets!

Dr.Flug:

-You’ll catch a cold if you don’t put your coat on.

BH:

-If you get sick we don’t have money for hospital, go put on your coat!

Dr.Flug:

-Well,who is this fine young man!

BH:

-Who the hell is this punk? Matter of fact, I don’t even care,you don’t see him anymore.

Dr.Flug:

-Do not talk back to me!

BH:

-You can continue to talk back to me,or you can spend your afternoon picking your teeths up from the floor.

Dr.Flug:

-You have to learn some responsibility!

BH:

-You want something, you will work for it!

Dr.Flug:

-That outfit is a little inappropriate, don’t you think?

BH:

-You’re going outside? Not looking like Medusa on crack, you aren’t.

Dr. Flug

- Don’t you think you’re a little bit too young to have a boyfriend?

BH:

-You have a boyfriend? No I don’t think you have a boyfriend. You’re a child,stay in a child’s place.

Dr. Flug:

-Someone Bobby’s parents let him do it? Hmm,okay then.

BH:

-Look,I’m not Bobby’s father,I’m not Sussy’s father,I’m not Billy’s father,I am YOUR father. You can do whatever the hell you want to do in THEIR motherfucking house,but if you live under my roof,you follow MY rules.

Dr. Flug:

-Well,you already have two video games…but I guess one more wouldn’t ruin it.

BH:

-Don’t look at the shit,don’t touch that shit,Don’t breath on that shit,don’t talk about that shit, cause you aren’t getting that shit!

Dr.Flug

*on the phone*

-Yes,I understand-w-wait a second sir,yes what is it,honey? Yes,yes you can go. Yes,sorry about that!

BH:

-CAN’T YOU SEE I’M TALKING ON THE PHONE?! yeah,sorry about that Syndrome.

Dr. Flug:

-I don’t appreciate the hostile attitude.

BH:

-When you act up,is when you get beat UP.

Dr. Flug:

-I’m sorry,I didn’t quite catched that. Did you say ’ no video games for a week?“

BH:

-I don’t think I heard you correctly,did you say ‘Knock me out into the next week?’

Dr. Flug:

-A party? Okay,don’t do something I wouldn’t do!

BH:

-Don’t do no drinking while you’re in there,drinking leads to sex,and sex leads to babies,and babies leads to trouble,and trouble leads to get the fuck out of my house!

Dr.Flug.

-This room is like a trash can!

BH:

-I told you to clean your room last week. WHY THE FUCK AREN’T YOU CLEANING YOUR ROOM?! I DON’T CARE THAT 5.0.5 TOLD YOU HE WOULD CLEAN IT, 'SERVANT’ ISN’T WROTE DOWN ON HIS FOREHEAD!

Dr.Flug.

-you broke your leg?! How?!

BH:

-Bet you wouldn’t do this stupid shit again,huh?

Dr.Flug.

-When you’ll get older you’ll understand. You don’t get many things now, you’re too young. You may hate us now,but we’re doing it for you.

BH:

-When you’re old enough to move out of my house,you can live by your own rules. But at the moment, you’re my responsibility, and I have to take care of you.You can hate me now,but you’ll thank me later.

Dr. Flug:

-I love you.

BH:

-I love you.

Watch WHY WE PROCRASTINATE AND HOW TO STOP IT here.

We all know it, we all do it, we all struggle with it: procrastination. No matter how often we think “today’s the day”, we’ll find at least 5 excuses to skip that one point on our To-Do List - again (and again, and again).
Before I will talk you through 3 easy steps on how to stop procrastinating, I’ll tell you the one and only reason why you are doing it:

You simply haven’t decided to do it yet.

Whatever it is you want to do, if you keep pushing it further and further, finding excuses and ways out, you didn’t decide. Thinking about doing it isn’t deciding. Putting it on your To-Do List isn’t deciding either, and trying to go for it until it gets uncomfortable is nothing more than a sad attempt to decide. Think about it - its actually true, isn’t it?

To ACTUALLY go for it and therefore, to STOP PROCRASTINATION, these 3 easy steps helped me heaps:

  1. Find out what keeps you from deciding and find a solution. Is it fear of failure or are you too scared to step out of your comfort zone? Question yourself: isn’t the fear of never trying it out and possibly experience success bigger than the fear to fail trying? And is your comfort zone usually the place where the magic happens? (Hint: never darling!) Figure it out and decide to (or not to) go for it.
  2. Once you decided, point the moment during the progress where you are usually stopping - and find a way around it. Whatever it is, it can be solved by either finding a way closer to your goal which doesn’t include the annoying part or (more likely) getting some help - friends, (business-) partner, coach, professional. Note: this is not about “ahh I’m just not able to get out of bed” (for that case, skip to point 3), this is more about “I really want to, I really like to and I’m really fighting for it but no matter what, I can’t handle this one thing about it”.
  3. Stop making it negotiable and stop thinking about it before you are actually doing it. You decided to go for it, so its not questionable anymore. Make it as much of a duty as brushing your teeth or going to work. Get a positive mindset about it (think about the outcome, the goal you’ll reach soon and the progress you are making rather than the uncomfortable stuff) and what personally helped me the most: don’t think about it before you are doing it. As soon as you start to think about it, your brain tries to figure out a way around it (see, its not even your fault).

(little extra motivation: everything you include into your routine becomes a habit after one month. so it’ll get easier, and you’ll start loving it, I promise!)

Lets take going to the gym as an example:

  1. Whats the problem here? You can’t get out of your comfort zone. Think about how bad you want to be healthier, fitter, more toned, more active, or whatever. You actually really want it, and every time after the gym you feel incredible. So its definitely worth a little ass-kicking: here we go, you decided to go for it.
  2. The point where you always stop is when you lose motivation. Your action now: find some. If a gym partner motivates you, find one. If fit girls on social media inspire you, follow them and if you need a personal coach - hire one. Don’t be afraid to invest in yourself btw, this is the best place your money can go to!
  3. Get up in the morning, pack your gym back and don’t think about it. Grab it when you leave the house and enjoy your day, live in the moment and focus on what you are doing right now. When its time, start heading to the gym without even wasting a thought about it - I mean, if you are going to the toilet you won’t waste a thought about the “why” either, would you? And if a thought about fitness is accidentally crossing your mind, channel it in positive energy straight away: you are going to kick some ass tonight. You can’t wait until your progress is showing off. You can’t wait for the amazing feeling afterwards. And sooner than you think, you’ll be standing under the shower thinking “yas gurl!

I hope this is helping you to overcome procrastinating habits, and start moving closer and closer to your goals. Watch the full video here. By the way hi and welcome to every new follower on here, so happy about every single one of you. Feel free to message me, I’d love to get in touch with you! :)

You’ll hear from me soon gorgeous, xx

anonymous asked:

what do u think of the new Rodrick for the new Diary of a Wimpy Kid movie

dude i havent consciously thought about diary of a wimpy kid in like a year

im looking him up rn


why did you send me this ask i thought he would be outrageously hot

he kinda looks like this guy i dated in middle school

i get why theyre having a whole new cast but this is such a downgrade what the fuck

ok for everyones convenience:

old rodrick, from like??? 2011??? or something

i think he wears eyeliner in one scene 7/10 would smash

new rodrick. why/10

With Love And Money

 Sugar Daddy!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff 

Warnings: Daddy kink, spanking, D/s themes, i think that’s it

Words: 8k 

Request:  ahhh yonni omg could you do a really nasty yoongi daddy kink smut with spanking please?


Originally posted by bwiseoks

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Playing dirty / Chapter 1

Originally posted by baekintime

Pairing: You / Xiumin / Baekhyun

Type: Smut, illegal gambling

Word count: 3,7K

Summary: One night you met Xiumin in an illegal casino and he made you an offer you couldn’t refuse: help him win by cheating and get part of the profit. But one day someone comes in and tests your partnership and relationship. Will you stick with Xiumin? Or will Baekhyun steal you away?

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“All-in.” The handsome guy sitting in front of you coldly said while pushing his 50000$ worth of chips forward.

This was your first time in an illegal casino. This one was in the back of a fancy restaurant, normal costumers had no clue of what was going on in the background.

A friend of yours, who worked at the restaurant, told you about this place and you decided to come here and test your luck. There was a huge variety of people here and you knew some of them were dangerous but you didn’t care, you enjoyed the extra danger.

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So over the "glamourized bowl"

Working as a sex worker wether as an sb or escort is so over glamorized in the bowl.. All I constantly see is designer this, designer that. Expensive vacations etc.

Like.. why are you doing this? To pay school? Start your own business? Be financially independent? Pay off your debts? Get that surgery you been wanting? Etc every girl has her own reasons.

DON’T get lost or fooled by the glamour. Yes these men will buy you purses worth a couple thousand, take you on luxurious trips but y'all you realize that you could be getting that money from them in cold hard cash.

Here’s my advice; SAVE, SAVE, SAVE. Pay off your debts first, put aside your at least a years worth of tuition, rent money for a few months! This isn’t forever you don’t know what can happen and btw you could live like a billionaire’s girl for years and wake up one day realizing your too old for this shit and have nothing to show for it except a closet and Instagram pictures.

This money isn’t free, you work HARD 24/7 for it. Don’t treat it like free money.

And please for your own sake ladies don’t be spending your cash on designer goods. Once you save a lot and think you would be safe if your income flow just stopped the next day for months on months (because it can), then okay do it within your limits. Just please be careful!

Save your cash, go to school, GET YOUR EDUCATION, invest your money!! I think the best goal to have in the bowl is to be a baller on your own. Aka invest in YOURSELF

Because let me tell you:

Your money, career, education won’t wake up one day and decide to leave you. These men will.

some adulting advice for y'all: get everything having to do with money, bills, and bill payments in writing all the time/every time.

  • pay a bill in person? get a receipt, especially if you paid in cash.
  • pay a bill online or over the phone? make sure you get a confirmation number and write it down or print it out.
  • borrow a significant amount of money from someone? write down exactly how much they gave you, the date they gave it to you, and how/when it’s expected to be paid back. every time you make a payment make SURE you write a line (preferably on that same document) stating that you made a payment, how much that payment was, and when you made it. sign your name beside each new payment line and have the person you’re paying sign it too.
  • someone borrow a significant amount of money from you? same shit as above, only in reverse.
  • debt collector calls you? insist that they send a debt verification letter in the mail (this is essentially a bill stating that you owe whatever) so you can be sure that the debt is yours. if you work out any kind of payment plan with a debt collector over the phone, insist that they send you paperwork in the mail stating what the payment plan is supposed to be before you give them a dime.

something about adult life you have to understand is that people are shady and they are especially shady when it comes to money and even aside from that honest mistakes still get made. any time you approach a situation with a bill or a loan you need to think of it in the context of: “if something happens, if someone claims i didn’t make a payment that i did make or claims they don’t owe me money that they do, and i end up going to court over it, what proof do i have to back up what i say?” and you need to make sure you have that proof, that every dime you have paid someone or that someone owes you is accounted for, that you have every payment and arrangement you’ve made down on paper so if someone says it didn’t happen you can whip it out and prove that it did.

and some additional advice: if someone doesn’t want to put anything in writing then that’s a major red flag.

someone who says “i want to borrow $500 from you and i’ll pay you back but i don’t want to sign anything saying i will” is someone you are never going to get your money back from. a company that says “thanks for your payment but we’re not going to give you a receipt” is a company that is going to fuck you over at some point in the future. a debt collector who says “we can do $20 a month but we can’t give you anything in writing stating that arrangement” is a debt collector who is going to bleed you dry and then crack you open for some more.

get everything in writing and be super wary of people who try to avoid putting things in writing, especially when that avoidance can only benefit them and screw you in the future.

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Random healthy eating on a budget tip: go to markets instead of supermarkets, you get so much more for your money! I got a tonne of bananas and strawberries for really cheap yesterday so here goes a big batch to freeze for smoothies and nice cream. :)

Frequent Flier: Things to Consider Before, During, and After Traveling with Your SD

Remember, I’m a bit controversial and I am far more concerned with your happiness and safety as an SB, best friend, than I am with blindly agreeing to the “wisdom” of the bowl. You are free to accept or reject everything I am about to say and we will still be the best of friends. Ready? Let’s start this by saying congratulations! Not only do you have an SD you have one that doesn’t make empty promises and has not only said he wants to travel but has started talking about dates and destinations. Congrats, sis! But we have some things to consider before you go jet setting and making us jealous of the fabulous places you’ll go. It’s not a short list but I think we can make it through together. 

Before 

 Decide how much of your personal information is personal. 

There are SB’s that don’t tell their SD a single true thing about them. There are others that work for their SD and have given him all of the information he would need to be their legal employer. There are others that have given him only a first and last name. Maybe a birthday. How much you have decided to share with him is absolutely your business and your decision. If you trust him, or the legal system, enough to share that type of information, I’m not here to judge you. But if you haven’t made the decision yet and the man may or may not be buying plane tickets soon now is the time to decide. If he’s great for money but not so much at inspiring your confidence and trust, maybe keep your name to yourself. If you all have built a genuine connection over a long period of time and you wouldn’t hesitate to tell him anything, go for it. If you have so much of his personal information (up to and including his credit card information) that his knowing your legal name wouldn’t stop you from crushing him if he crossed you then baby go right ahead and tell him. However, if you don’t want him anywhere near the name your mama and the government use for you…

 Decide if you’re getting a DBA or going to have a chat with him about transferring you the money 

Transferring it is the easiest. Or he can hand you a credit card and walk away while you fire up your laptop and buy the tickets yourself just sending his along when you’re done. If he’s nervous about transferring the money, have him buy you an airline gift card for the amount of the flight. If he fusses and whines about doing anything that doesn’t involve him holding your state issued ID in his hands despite the fact that you’ve told him you’re uncomfortable…well…I don’t have to tell you to leave him do I? 

 Decide if you’ll share a room

 There’s no right or wrong answer to this. Shocking I know. Especially since the general consensus in the bowl is that you should always have your own room. But different strokes for different folks. If you still have concerns for your safety around this man and that’s why you want a different room might I suggest not traveling with him just yet? If you want a different room because you want it and he can afford it then rock the fuck on sis and get your separate room. Just tell him that you want each of you to enjoy the trip and part of enjoying it is making sure you each have your space to decompress. It doesn’t mean you won’t be in his room until three am eating gummy worms and watching re-runs of Martin. It just means that if you need to be alone, you can be. Speaking of being alone… 

Decide how much (if any) time you’ll need away from him and what you’ll do during that time 

If you are an introvert like me, you need time away from everyone. The idea of spending all of your time around people, no matter how much you love them, makes you want to dive under your bed never to reappear. Don’t pretend like that isn’t who you are! Don’t think that it’ll be okay just this once. It won’t. You’ll be miserable. Your misery will make him miserable. You will both have a horrible vacation that may ruin the relationship you’re trying to build with him and his wallet. Be honest with yourself. I spent two hours away from my gift daddy when we went on vacation. It happened in the morning. I worked out and I called my mother. He knew it ahead of time. He didn’t resent the time I spent away from him. In fact, he asked me every day over breakfast how that time had gone. He even asked if I needed more time. That’s why I beg you, if you need time apart know how you’re going to spend that time. Do it for him, sure. He’s less likely to gripe about it if he knows before you even leave that that’s what you’ll be doing. But mainly do it for you. Because it’s nice to have something to look forward to. Because wasting your time doing nothing in particular and then realizing that it’s time to go be with him is annoying. Because plans are cool and we should all make more of them. 

 Decide on your money 

Are you getting paid to go on this trip? No right or wrong answer to this either. I didn’t get paid to travel per se. But I did spend several thousand dollars buying furniture immediately after and because of this trip. I did get an iPhone. I did spend far more money that I thought he would let me on clothes and art for my home. So while I didn’t get that envelope full of cash I did feel compensated for my time. If you are getting paid it is up to you to decide how much you want. If you’re taking off work, but don’t have vacation time, do you want enough to cover the money you won’t make? If you’re taking off, but do have vacation time, do you want enough to cover what you would have made if you stayed? Do you just want a stupid crazy shopping spree before during and after the trip? I do not care what you decide you want or how much. I just want you to decide and then open up your mouth and ask. If he asks why you need the amount you need or puts up any other kind of fight… 

 Decide how you’ll handle his objections 

Do this in advance too. It is perhaps one of the most important things you can do. Don’t wait until he asks to have an answer. Have it plotted out now so you can speak with confidence. What will be your answer if he asks why you need money? If perhaps missing money means you shouldn’t travel? If he asks why you need separate rooms or why you should spend time apart? If you can’t give him your legal name? I’m willing to help you answer these questions but only if you come to me with some answers of your own. I want to help. I don’t want to do your work for you. Sorry, girl. Still love you though. 

 Decide that at any time you can walk away from this trip and him 

Do not become so excited about traveling that you put yourself in danger or do things that don’t feel good to you or accept behavior from him that pushes you outside your comfort zone. Fuck him. You are in charge of your life and Vegas isnt’ going anywhere. If he can’t respect you enough to take you on your terms then someone else will. Chill out. Walk away.

 Decide who your safety buddy is 

Decide who you will check in with to make sure everything is okay. Decide when you will check in with them. Decide how often. Decide on what the plan is if you don’t check in. And make sure they have all of your flight and accommodation information. If you both have iPhones turn on your location. If not get the be safe app. Or WhatsApp which also allows you to share your location with others. My buddy was my mom cause she’s the coolest person ever and one of my best friends but if that isn’t the case with you find a friend or even someone on tumblr to check in with. If you have WhatsApp, I’ll be that person if you need someone else. 

 Decide when and where you’re going shopping and buy more than just clothes 

Sure you want to buy all of the clothes. And you should. But there’s also a few other things to consider. Like condoms. Mainly condoms. Don’t be the girl that has to hear that he forgot to pack them or forgot to buy them when you guys got off the plane and can’t you just not use them this one time? Nope. Have your own. Have some lube and some toys too if you really wanna blow his mind. Actually definitely have lube and toys to go along with those condoms (make sure the condoms can handle the lube you’re buying. Bonus points if you buy condoms at a sex shop. They can just answer your questions for you if you have any.). Be prepared for everything. Don’t leave anything in his hands. Your safety is your first priority not his. 

 During 

 Remember you’re working 

This man invited you on this trip because you are an accessory, a new toy, a shiny thing. You are there to enhance his experience. And I’m sure he didn’t tell you that. Men never do just tell the whole truth no matter how it makes us feel unless they’re a particular breed of asshole. But that’s why I’m here to tell it to you. This trip ain’t about you. You are there for him. You are there to make his day better. You are there for his entertainment and amusement. Want to complain that you’re bored, or not having fun, or want to go home and it isn’t because you are having some type of bodily issue that needs to be addressed immediately? Text a friend. When he’s there, you’re on. Be yourself of course. Please don’t try to pretend to be someone else. It’s exhausting. But don’t ever forget that you’re at work. He’s on vacation.

 Remember you’re human and take care of yourself 

I didn’t stop putting my hair in a satin cap because I was on vacation. I didn’t decide to completely fuck up my skin by sleeping in my make up. I didn’t stop taking Lush baths. I didn’t stop working out. I didn’t stop reading. Don’t stop doing the things you need to do to feel happy and at peace with yourself. Please. You’re doing he and yourself a disservice if you do. If you’ve talked to him enough about who you are, he knows some of your little habits and quirks. He won’t be shocked. And if he is oh well. But in most cases, men love feeling like they’re getting the “real us”. He’ll love that you look the way you do when he isn’t around because as sexy as the Siren is sometimes we like knowing there’s something behind her. Bonus points if you only let him see that side of you when you travel somewhere. He’ll begin to associate exotic locales with the “real” you. Wouldn’t that be fun? 

 Remember to talk/text your safety buddy 

Because what’s the point of having them if you don’t use them. Remember to keep your return ticket on you at all times Do we hope them man you’ve traveled with isn’t a monster? Yes. Should we make sure that if you need to get the fuck out of dodge the airline ticket that you need isn’t stuck in a hotel room that you can’t get access to because it isn’t in your name? At all times girl. Have that ticket and enough money to transfer a flight or stay in a hotel or do both. Take care of you. 

 Remember to have him take a million pictures of you 

Okay, if you’re going to use the internet to find your SD (at least use Tinder or some other vanilla app) having pictures of you in fun places doing fun things are excellent for advertising and you don’t have to pay a dime for them. Get your picture taken in those clothes you made him buy! Remember to spend time in places that align with your goals I made my gift daddy take me to museums and stare at art with me while I prattled away about why it mattered and how it gave me ideas for my own business. I dragged him through art fairs. Before we left he took me to a book store and asked if there were books he could get me that would be helpful. 

Remember you’re at work and part of that work is bringing him into your world. 

Even on vacation, you’re a bitch with goals. Don’t let him forget it. Remember to have fun It’s work. But it’s work you chose with a man you, hopefully, don’t hate completely. When there’s a moment for you to have fun, have it! Have all of it! Have so much that you know you’ll never forget it. We get to live the type of life that girls dream about it. We should live it up, appreciate it, when we can especially since we worked so hard to get here. 

 After 

 There’s only one thing I need to say here but it is important. If you can travel with a man for one day or one hundred and he has a great time, he will feel differently about you. He will feel connected and bonded to you. He will feel like he shares an emotional tie with you that he can’t share with anyone else. And what do we know? We know that people like to give their money to people they trust, people they like, people they feel they have a connection with. When you come home, if y’all had a great time, don’t let him forget you had a great time. When he wants to talk about the trip you had, the crazy amazing things you did with those sex toys and lube, the places you took him, talk it up! It was the best time of your life too girl and made you feel so connected. Then bring up those goals you wanted or that gift you were interested in (with some tact please) but if y’all had as good a time as you say you did he’ll bring it up on his own. My GD offered to buy me furniture for my place and we were barely off the plane. 

What do you think, sis? Any of this make sense? Any of it make you want to pop me because it’s so outlandish? Message me or tell me in the comments. And if you have any questions I can answer for you privately or on anon send them over. I’m clearing out my inbox over the weekend. Love your black ass, girl. Happy sugaring

Caring Father (Tony X Daughter!Reader)

Characters: Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Self Conscious reader, protective father, verbal abuse, body shaming

FLUFF

Request: Hi, I have a request, I hope you don’t mind accepting! Your writing is so amazing, I wish I could write as well as you do!

Anyways…Maybe you write a oneshot about the reader who is on the phone with their mom and Tony (their bf, or dad, you choose!), being the overprotective dad/bf he is, has been noticing that the reader has been skipping meals. Like, the reader would only eat around lunchtime, and sometimes dinner, but thats it. He overhears her mom chastising her about how the reader needs to lose weight, ect. Can it be really fluffy?

(You don’t have to go by this exactly, feel free to change some stuff if you feel like you need too! Write what you think would sound (?) best!) <3


Originally posted by tonystarkz

You preferred your dad to your mom. Your mom got stuck with you after sleeping with your dad and being a woman who was a gold digger, she happily threw you at your dad to go on dates and get money from her dates. Your dad actually cared about you. Your parents had very different views about what they want from you. Your mom wanted you to follow in her footsteps. Drop out and rely on some rich old dude. Your dad wanted you to do well in school, to be independent and strong, and to make a name for yourself. You happily went with what your dad wanted since its more practical and you didn’t like the old men who gave you looks that your mom brought home.

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solace.

noun : comfort or consolation in a time of distress or sadness.

sometimes, all you really need is someone who listens.

pairing: kim taehyung x reader
genre: a dash of fluff, a pinch of angst
type: coming of age / college au
word count: 2,005 words
warnings: none
author’s note: this is completely raw and unpolished, and it contains some of my most personal thoughts and struggles. i’ve been dealing with writer’s block for the past few months, and this is just a part of my process to regain motivation.


Taehyung finds you on the terrace of your dormitory, leaning over the railing with your face tilted towards the stars, eyes closed and the wind gently kissing your cheeks. Standing from the doorway, he gazes at your still figure with a tender smile quirking at the corner of his lips and a certain fondness that the two of you haven’t pinpointed yet, yet everyone else understands.

You are wearing a pair of loose black shorts, flip flops, and a ratty, old, oversized t shirt emblazoned with one of the nine clubs you had signed up for in your freshman year of high school and never actually bothered to show up for once you realized you were a little too enthusiastic and had too much on your plate to handle. Your commitment towards that club did not stay, but the shirt still did. Hair swept up into a loose bun held up by a pencil you had grabbed in random, the small tendrils that fell out now frame your face, tickling your skin lightly. The tip of your nose along with your cheeks begin to turn rosy as the wind nips at you, and your eyelashes flutter softly.

Taehyung thinks you look absolutely ordinary, yet in that itself, absolutely breath taking.

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i keep waiting for things that are promised to happen then do not and i feel like i’ve stopped being proactive because i expect people to follow through with what they say but i can’t rely on anybody else and if i feel that i need something i need to go after it myself and find my own way

ENTP & INFJ

ENTP: Okay, so you want your money back, right?
INFJ: Yeah…
ENTP: How do you feel about murder?
INFJ: Murder is wrong.
ENTP: Fine, I’ll do it then. Pass me your compass.
INFJ: What are you going to do?
ENTP: I’ll stab him in the jugular and get your money back.
INFJ: But murder is bad.
ENTP: But you’re not doing it, I am. It’s fine, chill.