paying the bill

To Work


It could be defined in an infinite number of ways. One version did not fit for every man and one man was defined by a collection amounting in no fewer than two.  Those reasons were as tangible as they were visionary. Freedom was sometimes at the end of broken chains, an open door cell, or the end of services rendered. Freedom was also the act of free will, of cowing to no law than the law of one’s own self, and doing as the soul desired without the burden of fear or guilt.

That afternoon, Freedom for Kurel An'Diel was feeling the rush of salty air as it swept down from the main sail, burdened only by the sounds of an endless stretch of water. It was being confined to twenty-some gun ports, fifty-some crew, one former Rig-Master, one mechanical armed Thinker, one silent fuzzy tauren-panda and one Quartermaster turned Captain. It was getting the fuck off land, out of Sunspire, out of Silvermoon, and out of Erudition to fulfill a plan of perception and deception.

By now The Black Maw would have already made contact with The Myrcae, leaving her in parts and its crew in pieces; the casks of wine and whiskey, along with other such goods stolen by Essex and his men. The Maw would have ample time to clear the vicinity before The Vengeance arrived to conveniently discover the unfortunate fate of the simple sloop. Leaving them to return empty handed and with the dismal news.

It was an unnecessary plan knowing what Kurel did of Kerrwynn’s offer, but it had been executed for security measures. Kerrwynn had suddenly gone from despising him to respecting him almost overnight and the blind-now-demonic-like Captain had a trigger finger for the paranoia. If The Myrcae and her crew was a set up of some sort, Kurel wasn’t about to take the risk. Better to let The Black Maw have another mark of infamy, than chance the soundness of Saeris’ Galleon in a gun battle on the sea.

The loss of goods was minimal. He’d collect double on the next payment of whiskey from Kerrwynn in a months time. A credit for services not-yet rendered to the Scion’s Magistrix Guard and the assaulting ship, crew and captain would hide among plain sight beneath the Sunspire banner until the heat cooled off.

“Debris!” Shouted the look out. “Port side!”

Kurel pushed back from the rail he leaned against just as the door to the Captain’s quarters opened and Saeris stepped out onto deck, following the alert. There was a knowing exchange of glances between the pair that said it all. It was good to be back to work.

@crimsynlotus @rizzythemonk @kerrwynn @zaderick

anonymous asked:

Omg what if bill had a mental breakdown and ford was the only one to witness it and the only way to keep him from destroying everything was to help him.

well bill doesnt have the power to go on a rampage and ruin the whole town anymore

if he’s gonna destroy anything its gonna be himself

and idk if Ford would care enough to stop him from doing that

anonymous asked:

Do you also accept donations via PayPal or something? Cus I wanna help pay your bills because I love your art/blog ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ

Thank you so much for the offer!!! Really warms my heart <3 

But I would rather work for it ^^” 

would that make you stay?

pairing: john laurens x reader

prompt: laurens keeps bringing home girls and the roommate reader gets fed up and plans to move out but john confesses something first

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex

word count: 1741 lol

a/n: two fics in a night LETS GO big thanks to my love @imdedicatingeverydaytoyou for being my sounding board (also bc she loves john) okay ily goodnight xo

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You huffed on the phone. It was the third night in a row that John asked you to leave so he could bring a girl home. Mind you, it was three in the morning.

“Please, Y/N!”

“I hope you get an STD.” You sighed, climbing out of bed and ending the phone call.

You were John’s roommate. Both of you were working, but not enough to pay the bills. After knowing him (and maybe liking him) since fifth grade, it seemed only normal for the two of you to move in together. Still, when you agreed to sharing an apartment, you figured you’d be allowed to sleep in it once and a while.

John wouldn’t deny that he didn’t feel at least a little guilt for continuously waking you up to have emotionless sex. After the night before, he had promised not to do it again.

Then he got fired.

It was something about budget cuts that he knew was bullshit, but he still went out to the bar that night. And he still woke you up.

You used the key Eliza had given you a few months before to get into her apartment next door, slouching down on the couch. She was tired of waking up when John needed a quick fuck and you needed a quick escape route.

Even then, you couldn’t sleep listening to the mindless moans through the paper thin walls. Twice you almost rapped your fist on the wall to get them to shut up.

John wasn’t always this inconsiderate. Really. It mostly started senior year. He had the biggest crush on you, but when he tried to ask you to prom, Taylor Jacobs beat him to it. Even then, he thought he could make it work with you. He tried to make you jealous at first, sleeping around with a few girls when he went to college. It wasn’t working though. You had started seeing some guy named Chad and obviously weren’t interested in him, right?

Wrong. You had wanted John to ask you to junior prom, let alone senior prom. When Taylor asked you, you felt bad. Besides, if John hadn’t asked you then, he probably wasn’t even planning on asking you in the first place. Still, your heart broke when Taylor forced his tongue down your throat and the only person you wanted to cry to was off screwing Miranda Lysol. It only got worse from there.

The following morning, after being sure that the girl had left, you walked back into your apartment. You nearly slipped on a stray jacket that John must’ve thrown in the chaos. You rolled your eyes.

You couldn’t help but be a little pissed that he had woken you up again last night. You weren’t sleeping much lately and he knew that. Your mind was elsewhere as you reached for the cup, it slipping through your grasp and smashing onto the floor.

“Shit!” You shouted, jumping back. John came rushing in, immediately nervous.

“Are you okay?!” He was panicking.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m fine. I just - I just dropped a glass.”

He bent down the second you did, causing your foreheads to hit.

“Dammit, John! Just -“ you instantly felt bad. His eyes were sad and you couldn’t help but feel awful for snapping. “I’ve got it. Go get ready for work or whatever.“

All feelings of guilt faded the second his jaw clenched at your words and he stood up.

“Fine. Do it yourself.” He huffed, walked towards his bedroom.

You outwardly sighed; fighting was exhausting and it was merely seven in the morning. Why was it that lately, your fighting seemed around the clock?

Before the late nights, it wasn’t like this. The two of you always moved seamlessly with one another. But the longer he stayed out, the more girls he brought home, the worse the two of you got.

John came back out a few minutes later to see you putting the last of the shattered glass in the waste basket. He tried to shove down the pang of guilt he felt as he watched you work alone.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“For what?” You snapped slightly. Part of you was angry with him, the other half of you just wanted to curl up next to him and ignore what was going on.

You ignored the cuddly side of you and gritted your teeth together. He opened his mouth to speak, but you had been pushed far enough.

“For waking me up? For being an ass?”

“Listen, I had a bad day too -“

“For making everything about yourself?”

“God, Y/N, don’t be so petty.”

“Excuse me?” Now you were pissed; all thoughts of forgiveness set aside for the moment. “I’m petty, yet I let you bring home countless girls without even considering myself!”

“Oh, you martyr.” He mocked, crossing his arms. You were pissed. What the hell was wrong with him? Did he not see how rude he was being?

You stood with your mouth agape, throwing up your hands in surrender, walking towards your bedroom.

“Good, walk away. Wouldn’t be the first time -“ he snapped.

Your head turned so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash, “You’re fucking with me, right? You’ve got to be fucking with me because there is no way in hell that you would actually be this much of an asshole at,” you glanced at your watch, “7:08 in the morning.”

He shrugged, “Sorry that I want to have fun once in a while.”

“No,” you snapped, “Once is a while is not what you’re doing.”

He scoffed, “Just because you haven’t gotten laid in a while -“

“Really, Laurens? You are bringing my sex life into this?”

“What sex life?”

You stopped. He instantly regretted saying it, immediately trying to apologize. You held up your hand to stop him, closing your eyes only to feel burning tears fall.

“I’m moving out.”

A week later, you were moving the last box to your car when you noticed a frame at the top. Inside it was a picture of you and John from high school. You had just started to get over your awkward phase and John was growing his curls out. You smiled at the photo, a little embarrassed that you still had it.

“That was one of my favorite photos,” John said, startling you.

He scratched the back of his neck, “Sorry.”

You shrugged, looking back down at the photo.

“You really don’t have to go,” John said softly.

You shook your head, “I’ll be pissed at myself if I don’t.”

“I’ll be pissed at myself if you do,” he retorted.

You sighed a little. If you left, you were risking your friendship. If you stayed, you were risking your patience. Then again, you never really had much of the latter.

“I fucked up.” He said finally, making you raise your eyebrows. He had started to pace a little.

“I should have never brought home any of those girls, I really shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have come home so late every night, I should’ve listened more, I -“ he continued to ramble.

“John,” you tried.

“I’m sorry.” He said finally. You tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered when he looked at you.

“It’s okay. There’s nothing you could say that would make me stay, okay? I’m leaving because I don’t want to lose you.”

“But,” he squeezed his eyes shut like he was trying to keep his tears in, “But what if by leaving I’m losing you?”

“John,” you started.

“If you’re going to leave, I need you to know that those girls meant nothing to me, okay? Those girls -“ he was pacing again, “Those girls were nothing more than for me to fill my heart because God,” he ran his hands through his hair, “Because the one girl that I’ve been longing for since middle school has never looked at me the way I look at her.”

Your brows furrowed at this and he looked at you, eyes wet and glossy.

“What if I told you that I’ve been in love with you since the seventh grade. Would that make you stay? Or would I be pushing you further out the door?” Your breathing was shallow.

“I shouldn’t have said that.” He said, his eyes locked to yours. Your heart broke a little before he continued, “I shouldn’t have said that because you probably think I’m toying with you. You probably think that I’m just trying to get you to stay, but honestly I just can’t imagine you leaving.”

You stood up, never taking your eyes off his.

“Because if you leave, I don’t know what I’ll do with myself.”

You’re entire being was fighting itself. Part of you wanted to grab his face and kiss the hell out of him. Part of you wanted to knee him in the balls.

“Please say something.”

You took in a sharp breath, “If you loved me, why would you bring those girls into our flat? If you loved me, why wouldn’t you fight for me? If you loved me, why wouldn’t you tell me before I’m about to walk out that damn door.” Your words were steady, but your voice was getting louder.

“When you love someone, you fight for them. You don’t fuck them over for the hell of it,” you said.

Angry tears were hot on your cheeks, “When you love someone, you tell them, dammit!” You were shaking. John had never looked so broken.

John took a step closer to you, “If I told you, you might’ve left.”

“So why now?” You said. Your words were sharp.

“I’ve got nothing to lose,” he paused, “except for you.”

Within an instant, his mouth was on yours, searing kisses pressing to your lips. John had his hands on your waist, pulling you flush against him. He held you tightly, scared to death that he might actually lose you.

When the two of you parted, your lips were red and swollen. Your breathing was heavy as you looked up to him.

“I’m not going any where,” you said.

Commissions are open!

In desperate need of some money to pay a bill, so I need around 50usd and I hope to achieve that via commissions! 

 Detailed sketch with colors, simple bg (or no bg) - 20 usd

Sketch with flat colors, simple bg (or no bg) - 15 usd

  • Paypal only! 
  • No fullbodies, either bust or waist up. 
  • Can draw anything, animals, humans, monsters etc etc etc!
  • ONLY sfw subjects. 
  • Extra character: + 5usd
  • Contact me either here on tumblr or via this email: (Titled with ‘Commission’)

After a tiresome game of badminton a group of friends go for a night out at a local restaurant. They indulge in some tapas and a few drinks, which sounds like a lot of fun - but ultimately somebody has to pay the bill at the end of the night. What has started out as a pleasant evening ends with a shocking twist, as an argument about who is going to pick up the bill erupts - and then spirals out of control.
- The Bill, Tuesday 21st February 10pm, BBC2.

Most of these bitches that are balling are doing so in their mother’s house where they’re living rent and bill free, and their parents still get them bus passes.

And that’s not shade to no one who lives at home because I’m strongly considering getting on the winning team and living with my parents while I’m in school so i can save 800+ USD a month like… that could go to my tuition the fuuuck?! But don’t be up here calling people broke bitches when you dont even pay bills.

bluecrownedconure  asked:

Do you ever get tired of making bats?! Lol

So I haven’t talked about exactly how many orders I get before but at most given times I have a list of 30 that need to be made. As soon as I send one out I get 5 more, etc. I do get tired and have to take breaks sometimes. At this point, I only have around 10 more commissions to make, which is lower than in months and months. When I finish I will make my “line of designer bats”, which I’ve been talking about for a while. I will also hold a giveaway. Also I will release other plushies (not bats). Bats are the most popular and guaranteed to sell. This summer I am going to europe to be with my love so I’m really wanting to save a lot of money. Also this isn’t just a hobby, like I pay my bills with it. So overall the answer is yes but it’s still my job and I like doing it. (PS I want to make dragons!!!) Also another thing people might have wondered before was “How long does a bat take to make”? It takes at least 3 hours, for one.
The Obamacare provision that saved thousands from bankruptcy
How the Affordable Care Act made health insurance work for this sick boy — and thousands like him.
By Sarah Kliff

The ACA bans insurance companies from limiting how much they pay for anyone’s medical bills over their lifetime. Now, that provision is in danger. 

If I made a youcaring page for myself so I can afford new glasses would anyone donate?

The ones I wear now are 11 years old and falling apart. And my prescription is super strong (+7.5 in each eye not counting the bifocal part) which makes lenses very expensive. I’d need an entire month’s paycheck to pay for them, and only if I didn’t pay any of my bills or buy food.

So if I made a fundraiser page would anyone be willing to help out?

I was tagged by @regonthehunt

umm I tag: @stefbreezy@essencemajessence @blvckattvck @jadore-michelle @soleimmortal@duperdays @rooster213 @aproposnegro

A- Age: 21

B-Biggest fear: Never figuring out what career I want to do and just ending up doing something I don’t really like to pay bills 

C-Current Time: 4:52 pm

D-Drink you last had: Water 

E- Everyday starts with: rolling my eyes and wishing I didn’t have to get up lol

F-Favorite song: That’s too hard, but my current fave is probably Gold Ghost by Bosco 

G- Ghosts, are they real? : Umm probably not, but demons, yes

H- Hometown: Bowie, Maryland

I-In love with: Music and Smoothies

J-Jealous of: People who absolutely know what they want to do with their life

K-Killed someone: No wtf lol

L-Last time you cried: This morning tbh

M-Middle name: Alexus

N-Number of Siblings: 3

O-One wish: for more wishes lol

P-Person you last called/texted: My cousin who goes to school with me

Q-Question you’re always asked: What is wrong with you? (In a joking way tho lol because I’m weird and sometimes say outlandish things) 

R-Reasons to smile: I can talk to God whenever I want and know that he will be there for me

S-song last sang: Wicked games by the weeknd

T-Time you woke up: 10 am

U-Underwear color: Blue

V-Vacation destination: hmm idk some island

W-Worst habit: biting my nails, overthinking little things

X-X rays you’ve had: My back (I have scoliosis) and my pinky finger twice (I broke it twice lol) 

Y-Your favorite food: This is too hard

Z-Zodiac Sign: Cancer 

i know i’m late to the party with the whole roadrat discourse thing but what really truly shits me about all these teenagers playing overwatch and screaming about age gaps is??? i am almost 25 and my boyfriend is 39 this year and it’s literally a completely normal relationship??? there is no power imbalance at play he doesn’t control any aspect of my life we both have jobs we both pay the bills we take holidays and buy groceries and go to IKEA like any normal couple there is literally nothing wrong with us. we’ve been together for three years and that won’t be changing any time soon so fuck right off if you don’t understand how the significance of age gaps changes as you get older

I am in need of money due to my bank being in the hole again (there wasn’t enough to pay off the bill at the moment).
I’m offering painted sketches for $20, extra characters will cost $5 more.
I am also offering animated icons still. They will be $20.

anonymous asked:

All i need for valentines day is for SugarDaddy!Hux to sweep me off me feet and take care of all my expenses 😭

Yes. I just want money, really. I’m not picky where I get it from as long as it’s legal.

But yes, SugarDaddy!hux would buy all the nice things. He’s pay for all your bills and ensure you are comfortable and not stressed. I mean he rarely is because money but he would especially make sure to splurge for you on Valentine’s day if you celebrate it: all the chocolates and teddy bears and whichever alcoholic drink you fancy and lingerie and all the good stuff.

We can all dream.