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If you’re anything like me you live in your car. From work to
school to various other obligations, life eats away at my time. As I have lost time to worship more
formally, I found ways to honor Hermes that fits very easily in my
day to day life.
Singing songs with verses and lyrics in another language.
Singing it passionately and as horribly as I am wont to do. Laughing at myself
and having fun doing it.
When driving, singing with gusto and gestures to music. Not
caring about other’s seeing my fun concert in my car. You will be surprised how
many people actually smile and laugh seeing such a silly thing.
Taking a different route to my destination if I have the
Shamelessly sending funny memes and pictures to my friends
in our conversations. If it only amuses me and Hermes it is worth it.
Star gazing and finding constellations I know as I am
walking under the night sky.
Starting a change jar and tossing in coins and even dollar
bills periodically, offerings made in gratitude for safe travels and financial
gains. Bonus points for any foreign money.
Participating in creepypasta and/or perpetuating harmless
online rumors and conspiracy memes, #tedcruzzodiac style. Also starting chain
mail full of false facts and threats of a ghost murdering them if they don’t forward
it to 10 people.
Raising a Hand to Hermes when I have a convincing lie that
someone believes. (Hey, we all lie, don’t judge.)
Learning to spot a red-tailed Hawks and saying a small
prayer to Hermes when they cross my path.
On a safe and open road, accelerating my car rapidly. Feeling
the power of the speed and a small bit of adrenaline. Understanding this small
burst of speed is nothing compared to the power in the divine speed of Hermes.
What Personal Information Should You Give Your Sugar Daddy?
There’s this thing my mom used to always say: A hungry predator makes the easiest prey.
I didn’t get this for a long time. Then it started to dawn on me…
When a mouse is desperately foraging for food, he might not spot the hawk circling overhead. Or when a business owner is desperately in need of more customers, he might not see through the false claims in the sales pitch of someone selling him a promotional strategy.
And when an aspiring SB is in desperate need of money, he or she might be fooled into forking over valuable information at the promise of a big allowance to come.
When you’re hungry for anything, it can be hard to keep a clear head. Yet – these are the times when you most need your wits about you.
There are scammers on sugar dating websites who pose as POTs to extract personal information from desperate SBs. And despite what they might promise you – sharing that information with them may end up costing you more than any allowance they promise you’ll receive.
Thankfully, these scammer are far and few. You can also protect yourself from them very easily by being selective about sharing your personal information.
Here’s our guide to sharing personal information for SBs.
To Share or Not to Share: Your Name
Verdict: Sharing is okay
This one is obviously not that risky and totally up to you whether you decide to share or not.
I personally choose to go by a pseudonym in all the initial phases of corresponding with any POT. Once I have an arrangement with a man I trust, then I disclose my real name.
Whether you choose to use your real name, a full pseudonym, or just a fake first name all depends on how much privacy you want to have from your sugar life. Overall, this one’s entirely up to you.
To Share or Not to Share: Your Address
Verdict: Sharing is okay, but not recommended
Sharing your address is not really an identity theft threat concern. It’s more of a privacy thing.
I personally don’t like the idea of POTs knowing where I live. Why? Because it’s the one place I can always be reached.
I’ve also come across a few POTs who seemed to be laboring under the delusion that allowance = some sort of claim over their SB.
Until I am in an arrangement with a SD, I trust and know to be respectful of boundaries, I will not be sharing where I live. I’ll even lie about my neighborhood sometimes. Call me paranoid, but my privacy is sacrosanct.
If a POT wants to send you gifts? Easy. Give him your P.O. Box address. They cost nearly nothing and provide a world of secure anonymity.
To Share or Not to Share: Your Place of Work or School
Verdict: Sharing is okay, depending on the person
This one is really up to you. I tend to share where I went to school or where I work when I know a POT is both trustworthy and has no real connection to those places.
If I am meeting a POT for the first time, however, or otherwise don’t know enough about him, I prefer to keep everything general: “I finished my undergrad in Boston,” “I’m involved with emergency care,” etc.
That’s usually good enough. I mean, it’s not a job interview.
To Share or Not to Share: Your Bank Account Number
Verdict: Sharing is not recommended until you’re in an arrangement with someone you trust
Do not give your bank account number out to any random POT who wants to send you a gift. Give him your PayPal address instead.
Sure, a bank account number is not exactly “private” (i.e. anyone you give a check to can see it) but it is still something that can be used to withdraw money from your account.
Protect it by not giving it out unless you’re in an arrangement with a SD you trust who wants to deposit your allowance into your account. Make sure you know enough about this man – what he does, where he works, etc. – before you entrust him with your details.
To Share or Not to Share: Your Social Security Number
Verdict: Hell NO, under no circumstance
Seriously, nobody you’re entering into an arrangement with needs to know your social security number.
If he says it’s because he wants to get you an extra credit card on his account but under your name, just say “No thanks, I prefer cash. Or a prepaid credit card will do just fine.”
If he says it’s because he wants to put your on his payroll for tax purposes, say “No thanks, I’m not really looking for formal employment. Plus, you do know that if I’m paying taxes on my sugar baby allowance, you’re going to have to give me an extra xx% of the amount I asked for, right?”
Seriously, do not share your social security number with anyone. If he asks, write him off as a no-go, no matter how promising he seems.
To Share or Not to Share: Your Driver’s License Number
Verdict: What?! Why?!
There is really no reason in the world why a SD should ask for your driver’s license number, unless he is also your rental car agent. Which, I’m guessing, he’s not.
All of this might sound a little secretive, but it’s really not. There are so many ways to share who you are with a POT without disclosing compromising personal information.
Feel free to talk expansively about topics you’re passionate about, your interests, your hobbies and even more qualitative details about your life – but keep your personal information to yourself.
Summary: When a
female fan of your boyfriend Simon Dominic comes out with a document of
paternity test to prove that he is the father of her son, you know that there’s
only one thing to do – bring the war to her.
One of the hardest things in dating Simon Dominic is dealing
with his fans. His hormonal female fans that go an extra mile to get his
attention. As his girlfriend, you’re supposed to be patient and that requires
twice their efforts.
1. What was the first fandom you got involved in?
: This is tough because I’m old and was involved in a lot of things before I was really in what is today considered “fandom” - probably I have to hand it to the Redwall series, which I read a LOT as a kid and in the mid-90s I joined some roleplaying message boards online. that’s where the name “pikestaff” came from!
11. Who is your current OTP? :
Anders/Hawke - either gender Hawke but I’ll admit I have a soft spot for f!Hawke, because I like ladies who kick ass.
21. What was the first fanfic you ever wrote?
: Not counting stuff I wrote as a kid and never put anywhere, the first “proper” fanfic I wrote was The Weight of Living, a Warcraft fanfic!
31. What’s the nicest thing someone has ever said about your writing?
: One time someone told me they started writing a journal because of a journal fic I wrote (Dear Future Anders) and that made like, my entire life.
41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading: Oh god ahaha I’m not really “currently reading” anything, I’ve been sticking to short one-shot fics because I’m too busy writing to do much heavy reading. Here’s my bookmarks list, though.
51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go! I do wish being able to commission fics was more of a thing the way commissioning fanart is. That’s really my only major complaint right now, though. I really love the fan community I’m a part of right now!
Where to find it: I spotted this Red-tailed Hawk while birding the Pier 3 uplands. It was flying over Brooklyn Heights chasing a flock of Rock Pigeons. The week before, I saw a pair a bit further south (still over the Heights). As you walk along the main park path between Pier 5 and Pier 2, look to the east above Brooklyn Heights and you may see one of these gorgeous hawks.
Welcome to the surface Tiberius Tinywing, the five spotted hawk moth. He was SUPPOSED to overwinter in the dirt, but apparently the dirt isn’t good enough for him, so he decided to make his debut at 4am in the middle of December.
He’s an asshole.
He appears to be a lively and healthy child and although he’s all booty in the photos, he’s since hung upside down and dispersed the juices so he looks like a respectable moth with less tiny wings. That doesn’t guarantee that he’ll stay healthy, because bugs are so fragile, but all signs are good! I’ll be updating on his status as we go.
And remember, if Tiberius can emerge from the dirt uninvited, filled with rage and already throwing punches, so can you. <3
Not for herself alone, at least. She wanted safety, and templar eyes to look past her family – but if she had to give herself up to whatever tender mercies the templars had at their disposal, well, she would have done so. And then her father died, and Bethany died, and what good did all Hawke’s wanting do them?
She wants peace for her mother, and peace for Carver, but her mother can barely look at her and Carver never believes her laughter is with him, not at him.
What good does wanting do? Hawke knows now how to content herself with bread and cold pork, ale if she has the coin for it, and with a pallet to sleep on. If she wants anything, it’s for tomorrow to offer nothing new. The same boring, bloody jobs, the same tiptoe dance around the templars, the same smile pasted on her face to fool everyone into thinking she’s just this: a mad, pretty fool, not worth a second look.
So: she doesn’t want; she doesn’t covet. When Aveline sighs her name, Hawke smiles and shrugs. She has no plans, no great ambition. After all, she barely has a brain in her head. It’s safer this way.
When you want something, it can be taken from you. She wanted Bethany to live, and now Bethany is ash on a mountain. Hawke won’t be caught like that again.
For a year and some weeks, it works. Then – then she meets the elf.
Summary: Stan finds that, against his better judgement, he can learn to deal with the triangle that’s taken up residence in his home.
Setting up shop, de-cluttering, and restocking the merchandise were all semi-difficult jobs that needed to be done when one wanted to properly run a Mystery Shack. Doing all these things while being followed by a seemingly relentless triangle was, to Stanley Pines, almost one hundred times harder.
What’s Your Name? Chapter Two: A Great First Impression
Finally, chapter two! As always, big thank you to @papanorth for coming up with this AU in the first place. I keep an eye on the asks she receives for the AU and I try to work some of them into the chapters. I used this one in particular for this chapter.
If you haven’t read Chapter One yet, I’d recommend it before reading this one.
Mage Hawke going to Anders way before learning about needing Grey Warden maps; shirtless, bloody, pissed off, needing healing, hiding from Templars. Carver awkwardly standing close by the only reason that Anders doesn’t kiss him on the spot
This is Cuba, my little rooster. He love snuggles and attacking shoes. He is a great Cuddler and loves getting his neck scratched, as well as getting tickled. He is the most chill rooster I’ve ever seen, being that he will let anyone pick him up and is just a sweet guy. He has a “sister” (a sweet little jersey giant who cries a lot) and currently rules his flock of 3 other hens. He has a keen eye for spotting Hawks and will often see them minutes before I do and has actually spotted a few resting in a tree without moving that I could not otherwise see. He is incredibly talkative and won’t go without beeping for 10 seconds. He has a childish crow being that he is smaller than most other hens being the Silkie genes in him. I love him very much and he is a sweet little guy to have around and takes care of the gens very well, be it sharing food or warning about predators. I love this little guy, and I hope you will save your roosters.
Patreon Holiday Countdown #22 Love Bite. Dragon Age. Fenris x F!Hawke.
Fenris ran his thumb down the soft slope of Hawke’s neck. She hummed beneath the touch, eyes closing, head titling further back as though she wanted to expose as much of herself as possible. He watched her pulse quicken beneath his touch.
“Hmm?” He traced along one of her veins.
Her breath caught in her throat and she took an extra moment before speaking again. “Are you going to do that all night?”
“You seem to be enjoying it well enough.”
“I am,” she said, “but…”
Her cheeks darkened a shade despite her smirk. “I wouldn’t hate it if you were a bit more… amorous.”
“Amorous?” His fingers skimmed along her collarbone.
rogue M!Hawke is asked about why he's pro mage by Fenris, and in the middle of his rant to the elf about it, Anders overhears him admit he loves Anders. Anders listens in and tries to figure out a way to show he loves Hawke back?(set before they got together in act 2?)
(Well this took entirely too long haha. Apologies for that, holiday stuff got in the way. But here you go! Prepare for awkwardness. Also there’s an extremely mild sexual mention, and mention of alcohol, in case those bother anyone)
That was Hawke’s voice. Anders paused, trying to pretend his heart hadn’t fluttered at the sound. He’d been heading out to buy some more parchment while the clinic was quiet, the last of his having been used up on drafts of his manifesto, but now he found himself frozen at the door.
“I do. Now that your ‘friends’ aren’t around to interrupt.” That was Fenris.