i give you my money

these two need a Good Talk but i have a soft spot for them

Context is I needed a wand of cure wounds but all they had was moderate and it was 3,000 gold and I only had 970 and the other big problem was the storekeep didnt know how many charges were on it so im figured I’d gamble with him

Me: “so lets make a gamble, I don’t know how much is left on the want, and you don’t know how much money I have, but I will give you all the money I have if you say deal”

My DM: “I mean I guess roll, but I warn you this probabaly won’t work”

*hears my dm roll a contest with his dice*

Shopkeep, slamming the table: “DEAL, MY WIFE SAYS I CANT GO GAMBLING ANYMORE AND YOU GAVE ME THE FIX I NEEDED KID”

Needless to say my DM rolled a natural 1

Can we talk about Prince Wobble wanting to be carried by Kurapika and Kurapika’s adorable reaction.

PR.

Guy’s. There’s not many things in life that make me this frustrated, however this Ty/Lauren “relationship” bullshit is an exception. I found myself browsing on these ‘Tyren Updates’ accounts and actually saw the extent of how blinded people actually are by all this. One of my favourite ever comments I read was a Harmonizer calling Ty a “feminist” insisting he was an “activist to different communities” Are people for real? Like seriously, do people genuinely believe this? Do they see his online presence or listen to his lyrics? He is known throughout the music industry specifically for his misogynistic attitudes. Articles and interviewers have labelled him “arguably the most misogynistic rapper in music’. That’s NOT a title to be proud of. In fact, It’s quite disgusting. 

When I hear grown men belittling, demeaning and degrading women in the way Ty does, I always wonder how they would feel if their female family members were being spoken about in such a disrespectful manner. They’d find it incredibly inappropriate right? So what then gives these men the right to say those things about someonelse’s mother/sister/daughter etc? The answer simply is, it doesn’t. This is my issue.

Then we’ve got Lauren. You literally couldn’t get more opposite personalities if you tried. Lauren passionately campaigns for our fundamental human rights, engaging in social and political activism whenever she can. She generously donates thousands of dollars to fans with ill health and those who need it most. She’s the first to defend herself and who she is, confidently allowing fans to realise that no matter what, everything will be okay. Regardless of who we are, what we look like and who we love she teaches us to embrace what makes us ‘different’ and be proud of who we are. My problem is the negatives hit the headlines before all these incredible things she does make them. She always seems to been labelled the “bitchy” one of the group, but for what? For showing passion? For speaking out against the fucked up political state of our global society? If that makes you a bitch, sign me up. 

I know a lot of fans are struggling to see this is PR, but I’m sure this will help you out. 

I clicked on Ty’s twitter a few days ago (I know, I’m disappointed in me too) and just look at this. The accounts tweeting him aren’t just L stans, they’re Harmonizers. Whatever management are doing, its fucking working. These Harmonizers have fully jumped ship (literally lol). They’re listening, streaming and buying Ty’s new music. 

Interactions between the two are blatantly staged. When one uploads a picture, the other HAS to post some sort of proof to evidence fans that they are together. So the Lauren update accounts, and the Tyren accounts can confirm this to fans. It gets people talking and speculating. Now, by all means correct me if I’m wrong, but if you’re the private person we all know that Lauren is, there’s no way (ooops I just triggered myself back into the 7/27 era) she would be uploading videos/pictures of her and her respectful partner all over social media. It’s not real guys, wake up. 

Is it just me or has anyone noticed the 2 Tys?

So first we’ve got Ty insisting he’s against slut shaming, posting pro feminist images about the female body and telling us girls to love our insecurities (sounds familiar)

I’ll call this one the “Media Pleaser Ty”:

Then we’ve got the other version. The one who degrades women to a sex act putting undermining their worth and power

So, then I’ll call this one the “Real Ty”:

I don’t know about you guys, but this is pretty degrading isn’t it? But, isn’t this slut shaming? As fans, it’s no secret this is Lauren’s habit? Is this the image he’s reducing Lauren to?

When Ty’s album finally drops and Lauren’s collab with Steve Aoki is released (Steve has already confirmed this will be his next single, there’s just no release date as of yet), this Ty/Lauren “romance” will end. Period. Both parties will say “nothing was confirmed”, “we were just vining” or “we never dated” something along those lines.

And while all this shit is going on, we can always rely on Camila coming through, confirming EVERYTHING to us on social media.


Open your eyes, listen to the lyrics in ‘Somebody Else’ and always remember:

“Fuck that, get money, I can’t give you my soul ‘cause we’re never alone”

Enjoy.

❝ No one can touch you. ❞

Plot: When you was kidnapped but your boyfriend Yoongi is one of the most influent boss in Seoul.

Pairing: YoongixReader

Words count: 1,9k

Warning: Slightly mention of blood; 

For @esu333; i hope you like it! M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! 

The italics part is a flashback! 

The soft light was the only thing you could see. Choking, you had something down in your mouth, you tried to move but your attempts were completely useless. Between the folds of the hood you wore, you perceived blurred voices. Something, in your mind, continued to echo because they were particularly familiar.  

Taking stock of the situation, you realized you were sitting. At least you weren’t dead, you thought in relief.  

“Don’t try… There is no use Y/N ” Someone muttered into your ear; “I’m sorry… I asked them not to hurt you. ” He added with a low tone.  

“KyunSoo?” You murmured, your voice emotionless.  

“Really Y/N.. I would have preferred not to resort to this. ”  

Your mind started racing, hectic and fast. If KyunSoo was in front of you, the reason could be just one. He had a score to settle with Yoongi.  

Sighing, you start fidgeting in your chair but a hand gave a hard shoot on your head, provoking you a groan of pain.  

“Stop Y/N.. don’t make things difficult. ” He warned you, but you did not have the slightest intention to listen to him.  

No one could give orders to you.  

The sounds around you were flushed and these makes you realize that you are locked into some soundproofed room. No one wanted to make you hear what was happening outside or to allow others to hear you.  

Cursing softly you started rubbing your hands together, in a desperate attempt to pull them from the interweaving of ropes that held them tight.  

“When they tie your hands with a triple knot, you can’t do anything but just broken two fingers of your hand and your wrist to set you free.”  

Yoongi’s voice, in the days when he was explaining and repeating concepts familiar to him, it was not to any help at that time. Holding back the tears you tried once again to remove one of the two hands, but a violent blow against your chest stopped you instantly.  

“This bitch,” someone unknown said vehemently; “Why don’t you just kill her??” The person added lost patience.  

You did not recognize him, but you know he has no power over KyunSoo. He is the boss, he has always been. In your mind began to appear the memories of your days in College, you would never have thought he would become one of the most influential gangsters in the city.  

He was sweet, friendly and charismatic. Now he was just known for the highest amount of deaths associated with his name.  

“Did you have managed to reach him?” Kyunsoo asked, bored voice, and your heart will lose some beat.  

You did not want Yoongi to be involved, you would rather die than put him in danger.  

“Kyunsoo… What do you want from Yoongi? ” You asked, holding the hot tears that itched your eyes; “I can give you what you want. I have my money, I swear. ”  

A broke sigh between you lips caused you a chill down your spine; because you know that nothing would have distracted him from his goal.  

“What is mine, Y/n. I swear you won’t be hurt if he cooperates.”  

“And if he won’t cooperate…?” You asked with another tremble into your voice, reprising the attempt to free your hands from the grip.  

“You are going to die.”  

Not that you were surprised by his words, you were well aware of how that world worked. And yet you did not care to die if the man you loved was safe.


His hands started to rush on your neck, laying on your hips while forcefully you were attracted, making crush your bodies. It was the first time that you let him bring so much to you. Always too far away but connected in ways you couldn’t explain.  

“Do you know that if you stay with me, you could often risk your life?”  

“I don’t care, Yoongi” You muttered onto his lips, without taking your eyes off his.  

His eyes didn’t leave a moment, glided lenses on each stroke of your face, provoking you the most intense sensations ever.  

“I promise you one thing, Y/N”. He added with a serious tone, cupping your face in his hands by tapering and delicate fingers.  

A strange trait for the most feared of all boss in Seoul, but you had always loved his hands.  

“What?” You raised an eyebrow in a curious expression. 

“I would never let someone lay a finger on you. And if it, for a mere twist of fate, happen… They’ll no longer have their hands or their lives to do it again. ”  


That particular moment in your relationship made space in your mind and a quite feeling invaded you. He would protect you, you could even hear that the situation would end soon.  

So you renounced completely to free yourself from the ropes, your body is relaxed and even your heart slowed his beats. You felt completely different and it was the thought of Yoongi to help you; knowing he would save you.  

“Y/N, are you okay?” The voice of Kyunsoo brought you back to reality and you shake your head, just too tired of that hood on your face.  

The man in front of you understood the situation and decided that maybe wouldn’t have been a danger discovering your face. You were well aware of why you were there, seeing them in the face wouldn’t have changed anything.  

The newfound “freedom” allowed you to understand, finally, where you were. There were not a lot of clues, the bare walls and just a desk where Kyunsoo was sitting, checking documents that you couldn’t see from where you are.  

“Kyunsoo?”  

“Huh?”  

“He will hurt you. ” You were warning him, even if he did not deserve this at all.  

His laughter filled the air immediately, while your eyes rested on him and you observed with disgust.  

“I’m not afraid Y/N; not of him. ” He reassured, a frown amused onto his face.  

“You should.” You added, still teasing him in pride.  

One thing that you had understood of those men was just that; they were incredibly sensitive and proud. Hurting them at that point and they could become incredibly weak or ruthless killers.  

“For now, your dearly beloved did not give signs of life.”  

“He will.”  

                                           ___

The posture in which you were started to hurt a few hours earlier, but you did not stoop to complaining. Your mouth was closed for that entire time, while your legs became weaker and weaker and the pain in your wrists grew.  

Suddenly a dull thud made you to lift your face, turning towards the thick door that divided you from the rest of the world.  

No shot, no amount of screaming. There were total silence and disappointment surrounded you because if it had been Yoongi the screaming would not be missed.  

“Didn’t they tell you how to treat a woman? A woman that didn’t belong to you.” An icy voice, steeped in anger, rang out in the speakers making you lose a couple of heartbeats.  

He was there, he had not broken his promise.  

Kyunsoo began to look around, visibly frightened, by pulling the gun out of the holster inside his jacket. You smiled and began to experience a feeling different. For the first time, despite you always kept hidden your fear in front of Yoongi, you are not scared by the “work” of your man. For the first time, you are relieved, because otherwise, he would never be able to save you.  

The door, only wall between you and freedom, collapsed after a few moments, perhaps thanks to a minimum dose of an explosive charge. The smoke filled the room, provoking you a slight coughing while your eyesight was completely blurred.  

“Kyunsoo, I thought you were smarter than that.”  

“Yoongi… One more step and I’ll kill her. ”  

The barrel of the gun is pointed at your temple and you froze immediately, while the smoke was starting to branch.  

“Yoongi …” Your whisper reached the man, standing at the door with the gun lowered against his side.  

His gaze was completely emotionless on the outside. You were the only one who could see the anger that burst in his eyes and a shiver down your spine shook and assured you at the same time.  

“Touch her again and I swear, Kyunsoo–” He began to mean with icy tone; “in less than three minutes you’ll be dead.”  

“I die, she dies. You know I’m a trigger happy, don’t force me to hurt her. ”  

“You have exactly ten seconds to let her go.”  

He was calm, so calm that managed to soothe you. His voice had the power to be a soothing for you and this time was no different.  

“One.” His cold tone had become lethal.  

“Give me what is mine Yoongi.”  

“Two.”  

“Yoongi.. Could you just go straight to three instead of waiting up to ten? ” You asked, completely drained of all energy.  

You did not want to die, but if it had to happen you would have preferred a quick thing.  

“Whatever.” He Murmured, this time a hint of amusement in his voice.  

You closed your eyes to hear a gunshot, not knowing if it was the Yoongi’s one or the Kyunsoo’s one directly to your head. You were prepared to impact so you have curled up about, but you could not feel any kind of pain.  

Slowly you unfold the left eye, just to see blood splatter on your hands. But it was not yours and this was a huge relief, so much so that you felt the adrenaline begin to slip away from your body.  

“Baby, I’m here… I’m here. ”  

You raise your eyes and when you saw at that time of the aggressive tremble that was shaking you, accepting with gratitude the loving touch of his hands on your face.  

“I’m here babe, sorry it took me so long.” He whispered, while one of his men entered the room and immediately freed your hands. “What did he do? See your face… God, I’m going to kill him. ”  

“Y-Y-you have already done so, Y-Yoongi.. ”  

“I’m going to kill him again just for daring to touch you” he hummed on your lips, finally relieved to see that despite all you were alive.  

He put his hands under your armpits after they finally had freed your hands and feet, lifting you effortlessly and clutching firmly against his body.  

Crying is liberating, hot tears flowed fast on your cheeks still stained with blood, while he rocked you gently.  

“It’s okay baby, everything is over.”  

“You’re here… you’re really here. ” You managed to say through tears and sobs, hiding your face in the crook of his neck and the collarbone.  

“I promised two years ago. No one can touch you without lost their life. ”

PSA for Requesters

I take pride in my work. I love making my art and I love making that art for other people.

But there have been some people who have just REALLY ticked me off.

I will not call anyone out on this, but if you think this post is about you, it probably is.

1. Reblog the art you request. Likes are just the *seen* notification. It’s depressing.

2. DON’T BEFRIEND SOMEONE SO THEY CAN GIVE YOU ART

3. Giving away other people’s art as gifts, even if the piece was made for you specifically, is stealing and it’s wrong.

4. Some artists are stuck in an awkward phase where the only people who are giving them the attention they need for their work are the slave drivers like the ones mentioned above and they can’t say “no” to them because without their requests, they may never get noticed in the art world as a professional artist who gets an income of some sort.

I know I’ll be stepping on some toes with this post, but I have had enough. This is MY ART and what you are asking of me is UNFAIR. If you don’t like it just remember that I am not an art producing machine in your computer. I am a human being who has a life and would like to pay the bills.

Commissions are open!!

DETAILS:

-For OC/real life person, must include reference (for oc with no visual reference a precise description is enough)

-Background can be discussed, the price will varie depending on the request. If no background specified, the backgroung will be white or a solid color

- My watermark will be added and cannot be removed(but it will stay discreet)

I WON’T DRAW:

- NSFW/porn

- Gore

- Mecha

CONTACT / PAYMENT:

To request a commision email me at  wendy.13600@hotmail.fr

Payment by Paypal only in Euros or USD

My Paypal: wendy.13600@hotmail.fr

I will start progressing on the commissions only after receiving the payment and send the progress if requested!

- Please don’t send the money before i give you my confirmation on the commission

-Please try to answer to the mails quickly, I might skip your commission if you respond to me weeks later

I want to take as many commission as I can!

Please reblog this to help me spread the word thanks! <3

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Shame we can’t talk to Abel Gideon about the Chesapeake Ripper.

Will Graham and Frederick Chilton, Mukōzuke (S2E05)

Run, Barry, Run + Vigilantes

Justice League/Avengers Crossover 1


Thor has created a chatroom.

Thor has added Diana.

Thor: Greetings Princess Diana of Themyscira, Daughter of Hippolyta, God of War.

Diana: Greetings Prince Thor of Asgard, Son of Odin, God Of Thunder.

Clint has joined the chat.

Clint has added Oliver.

Clint: Greetings Peasant Oliver Queen of Star City, Parasite of your parents, Man of Green Arrows.

Oliver: Greetings Fellow Peasant Clint Barton of Compound Vents, Demon Spawn of your parents, Eye of The Hawk.

Thor: Do not mock our titles.

Diana: That is very improper of you, Ollie.

Thor: Barton, your title is more like Slumbering Coffee Monster of Avengers Compound.

Diana: And Ollie, yours is Angsty Island Man of Justice League Watch Tower.

Clint: They got us good, Queen.

Oliver: I am wounded from their insults.

Thor: Lady Diana, Lady Y/N informs me that you too have a member of your family with murderous tendencies.

Diana: Everyone on my father’s side has murderous tendencies. Family gatherings almost always end in a fist fight.

Thor: Would your family wish to take my brother in? Our pantheons may be different but I feel like he may fit in well among them.

Loki has joined the chat.

Loki: Thor, stop trying to get rid of me!

Diana: A compelling offer. I will agree on the grounds that you take one of my siblings as well.

Thor: I accept, who is the least likely to murder me and steal my right as future king of Asgard?

Loki has added Y/N.

Loki: Y/N! Do something! He is bartering me off!

You: I don’t think Loki would last a day in Diana’s family. Complete the exchange.

Keep reading

My letter to Marvel today

sent to mheroes@marvel.com:

Dear Marvel,

I think somehow, at some point, someone in change there forgot the entire point of superheroes.

Superheroes give us hope. They teach us how to be human; how to be our best selves; how to be brave and how to stick up for others and for what is right. They teach us that there is reason to believe in others, and in the innate goodness of people who will step up and do good when we need it. 

We need them. And Captain America has always been the pinnacle of that heroism in marvel’s canon, going back to when two jewish men created him for the explicit purpose of fighting fascism and standing up for everything good, and for everything America had the capacity to stand for and represent, in the best version of itself. 

I remember first falling in love with Captain America as a character and a hero when I was an anxious, self-destructive teenager. Depressed and struggling, superheroes gave me hope and strength then. More than a decade later, they still do. Or they should…

Back then Steve Rogers was a man who wouldn’t hurt me. A man who I could love and respect and trust. Someone who would stand up and protect me, and others I cared for, even if only on the pages of a flimsy comic book. Steve Rogers was hope, and strength, and moral fortitude. 

And now, according to you, Steve Rogers is and always was a nazi.
Recently Marvel decided that diverse books weren’t profitable. This is bull. If Marvel is failing to profit from diverse books, it’s because the people like me who love diverse characters and wish to support these books struggle to reconcile that desire with the disgust we feel at putting money in the pockets of an editorial giant that thinks it’s “cool” and “edgy” to promote fascism for profit, and who put the short-term benefit of shock value over a 75 year legacy of a character that has deep meaning to millions. 

Yesterday, at the store, I paused while looking at a pair of Captain America sandals I’d meant to buy for my four-year-old nephew. He loves Cap, you see, almost as much as I do. But if Marvel is doubling down on the idea that Cap is a fascist nazi-supporter, then how can I in good conscience deck him out in that symbolism? 

What’s next – Tony Stark, in a “gritty twist”, turns out to be a serial rapist? That will be great to explain to every child in a plastic iron man mask come halloween. 

Maybe this will be retconned or resolved in a year or two. But the stain is there. You took something good and pure and constant, and perverted it for the sake of an event no one wanted, because we’re all burned out on the constant events and gimmicky world-wide crossover plots that get in the way of actual interesting stories. 

I know this letter will probably be ignored and that no one will ever read it through. I know because you’ve already received a boatload of angry correspondence on this topic, and have made it clear that you don’t care; it’s obvious, when Ike Perlmutter supports fascist-populist rhetoric and Nick Spencer defends Nazis on twitter, and you insist on doubling down on this insulting, stomach-churning plotline. 

But I’m writing it anyway, because it’s the one means I have (besides cancelling my subscriptions and no longer giving you my money) of standing up and speaking out. And those are the values that the real Steve Rogers taught me:

You always stand up.

And maybe, just maybe, someone at Marvel will remember that. Will remember why people love superheroes; why we need them, and need their goodness. Why in a climate of hate and fear, where fascist nationalist groups are seizing more and more political power across the western world, we need someone who will punch Hitler on the jaw instead of giving a heil salute to “Hail Hydra.”

Please, remember.


         - Someone once saved by Captain America.


#SayNoToHydraCap

jareds113  asked:

Hey Wil! I'm Jared Smith, co-publisher of Retrofit Comics, we're publishing Tyler Landry's Shit and Piss comic that you reblogged. Thanks! Do you have an official mailing address that I could send you a copy when it's printed in a month or so?

No! I’m pre-ordering it from my comic shop, because I want to give you and Tyler money and support so you make more awesome stuff!

Hannibal fic prompt: Will Graham is way too pretty
  • will graham: i’m a grouchy unsociable loner
  • jack crawford: you have 14 restraining orders against ex-girlfriends, ex-hairdressers, and ex-coworkers who randomly fell in love with you after seeing you once in the Quantico cafeteria
  • will graham: where i eat ALONE at a table by the window ALONE
  • beverly katz: people literally choke on their food around you because they forget how to breathe and chew at the same time
  • will graham: no one likes me or invites me to social events
  • beverly katz: you got invited to mark's retirement party just last week, you ruined three relationships just by walking around the room once, the only thing you told mark was 'sorry to see you go' and the poor old bastard offered to leave his wife of 25 years for you
  • will graham: i sweat like a pig
  • jimmy price: you don't sweat like a pig, you glisten like a sea-sprayed statue of antinous
  • will graham: my unironic lumberjack clothes fit me poorly
  • brian zeller: you made 'lumberjack slob' the leading fashion trend in the Washington metropolitan area.
  • will graham: my students applauded me once for shooting a suspect, it was inappropriate
  • beverly katz: wanna talk inappropriate, your students once gave you a five-minute standing ovation for drinking from a water bottle
  • will graham: alana rejected my awkward and fumbling advances
  • alana bloom: my self-esteem couldn't handle me not being the pretty one in the relationship
  • will graham: supermarket tabloids cast aspersions on my character
  • freddie lounds: how else am i going to justify devoting 8 pages to long-range photos of you playing with your dogs or wandering around your property in your underwear? btw calvin klein's people called, they're ready to offer you six figures to model those cute little boxer briefs you favor
  • will graham: help me jack i am so broken and vulnerable!..
  • jack crawford: sorry buddy, i'm going to have to talk with my back to you from now on, bella told me not to look at you ever again after i called out your name during our anniversary sex
  • will graham: WELL FINE SCREW ALL OF YOU I'LL JUST TALK TO THIS SHRINK I AM BEING FORCED TO SEE BECAUSE MY AIR OF MYSTERY, SELF-SACRIFICE, AND LOVE OF RESCUING ABANDONED ANIMALS ARE ALL SO OFF-PUTTING
  • dr. hannibal lecter: ...
  • dr. hannibal lecter: hello! i know we literally just met, but all i want to do for the rest of my life is cook you delicious meals and fill my mansion with drawings of your face and butt
  • will graham: ...
  • dr. hannibal lecter: sorry, i don't think i'm saying this right. my apologies, english is my fifth language.
  • will graham: ah ok
  • dr. hannibal lecter: what i meant to say was, i want to give you all my infinite money and also babies
  • will graham: fml
I need your help

READ THE DETAILED POST HERE :) 

Hi everyone! (I’m actually really nervous about this.. but.. here goes nothing..)

I am in need of your help. I’m gonna explain why. One of the reasons is actually very sensitive as I would be risking my family and my own safety if I did so say the sensitive reason why I’m asking for your help. Well, I have a few reasons why I’m doing this. I would be fine with sharing it to any of you if you want to know, just message me. I hope that you’ll read til the end. Please bear with me as this might be a long post. But I’ll try to summarize everything as much as I can. I might not share all the details because as I’ve said, it’s really risky and complicated. 

But I can’t take it anymore, I can’t just keep my mouth shut and let life drag me down as the days go by. It’s really heart-wrenching for me everytime I think about my situation, my family’s situation. This mess we’re in is even tearing our family part bit by bit. My mom and I aren’t in good terms because of this. This “mess” is the root of all the disaster that’s happening in my family right now. Ok, so I’m gonna tell you why I’m asking for your help. I have some plans to help my mom because we’re struggling financially, and by struggling, I mean that we’re really having a hard time financially. It’s actually the reason why I think she’s depressed. I noticed how she’s been irritable and sensitive lately, she’s also a lot more aggressive. I honestly don’t know where it started but I have a feeling that it’s due to our endless problems. 

Then, we had an argument. I talked back because I didn’t like the things she said. Take note : I know she didn’t mean any of the words she said, she was just able to tell us such horrible things because she’s stressed. I know because I’m completely aware of what my family is facing. She said things like how me and my siblings are such nuisances in her life, that we’re such a huge “responsibility”, that she wants to leave us, she threatened to poison us so we’d just die. I have two younger siblings and yes, I’m the eldest. My brother’s 12 while my little sister’s 10. So yeah, I know it sounds crazy and complicated, much like straight from a drama film. I cried, of course, I mean, who wouldn’t? I wasn’t able to contain my anger because I was truly hurt by the things she said, that’s why I was able to talk back. I know it’s wrong, very very wrong, but I’ve apologized. I can’t say that she accepted my apology because now she’s being cold to us. Specially to me. She acts as if I’m invisible. She doesn’t call me by my name, refers to me as ‘it/her’ when she talks about me with my younger siblings. I’m doing all the work at home, woke up very early to cook breakfast because she won’t do it. Me and my brother were even late because like I said, I had to do all the work by myself. It’s really taking a toll on me. And the fact that she’s really mad at me hurts me more.

Just this morning, I almost cried when a friend of mine smiled at me. Yes, it is that hard for me. To see someone smile at me, it’s as if someone lessened my pain somehow. I’m feeling really hopeless that’s why I decided to write this, to you. I am in desperate need of your help. Any amount will be very much appreciated. I will use the money to buy a new laptop for my blog because the laptop I’m currently using is broken, it’s actually a gift and it’s kinda old but It’s about to reach its limit. It might just suddenly break again and I don’t have enough money to have it repaired, (I have created a new blog) and a camera (a cheap or second hand mini dslr camera will do.) I’ve signed up to a blog advertising company and once I earn enough money from blogging or any other online job I could find, I want to make a business to help my mom out. Please, I’m not sharing these details with you to act meek so that you would give me money. I can’t ask help from my friends either because they’re all connected to that one “person” who wants to harm us. My boyfriend is trying his best to help me at the meantime but I don’t want to ask any more help from him like money because my mom doesn’t want to accept it. I’m sharing these details with you to let you know why I need your help. :( But all of our problems have one root, and I can’t tell you that root (unless you message me about it, I’d be okay with sharing it with you) because once I expose it, it’s like I’m calling out to the person who wants to .. I’m sorry, I really can’t say it. I actually thought of making a video about this, to explain everything elaborately (verbally) but I can’t either. Because I really cannot expose myself.  My mom doesn’t know I’m asking for your help, and I don’t have any plans of telling her yet.

If you’d like to send any amount of money, please message me via Twitter or here (on Tumblr) for the Paypal link. I can’t share it on here as well because it contains our location. It’s just really risky. We can’t ask help from anyone in my country because 1.) It could make our problem 10x more complicated and worse. 2.) We are all terrified to death if anyone finds us. 

I will be very grateful to any amount that you’re willing to give. And if it won’t be a bother, could you please reblog this? Thank you so much! <3

When things get better in the future, I will make video about this ^-^

Thank you so much and god bless you. <3

Welcome to Sabertooth, the gayest guild in all Fiore
—  Rufus, under his breath, as he watches all his friends get their gay on.
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He was hanging up the phone when he heard it echo down the hall and into his office.

“Show me the money!”  

His blood boiled.  Why was his boy falling for Louis’ horse and pony show, surely the kid wasn’t that hard up?

Something inside him snapped, and he was on his feet, the jealousy sending him storming down the hallway to take back what was his.  Without caring if Louis was still inside, he entered and walked straight up and into Mike’s personal space.

Mine,” he growled, the air around them crackling with tension.

Mike nodded, “I am,” he confirmed without hesitation.

I get jealous!Harvey vibes from this scene.  Imagine him hearing Mike bantering with someone else?

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rescue /ˈrɛskjuː/                                                                                    

 verb  1 Save (someone) from a dangerous or difficult situation 1.1 informal: Keep from being  lost  or abandoned; retrieve                                                                                                                    noun 1 An act of saving or being saved from danger or difficulty

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