Seventeen’s Jeonghan (Mafia!AU x ArrangedMarriage!AU) Like the Wind

(A/N: This oneshot takes place before the Yoon Jeonghan part in the Seventeen scenario that this oneshot is inspired by. To avoid confusion, this entire thing takes place a year before but speaks of an event that happened a whole ‘nother year before so please enjoy! Word Count: 7101)

Over a year ago, you were at a garden party of a rich heiress’, her and her friends invited their friends who invited their friends who invited you. On that lush green meadow of a lawn, they had tables with white cotton sheets, ironed and crisp with lace parasols hanging above. Sandwiches, macarons, and tea from all over the world was served – luxury was an understatement.

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Next Ep, probably.
  • Roan: Your move, Wanheda.
  • Clarke: I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my Bellamy go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.
  • Roan: Whoa....chill out girl....this is literally a ploy to get you two to discuss your very real feelings for each other....

anonymous asked:

Hey, how much money would you need for gas to see your brother? I would like to help if I can. I'm so sorry that happened to him. :(

To make the trip one way it’s roughly $60 for gas. The only problem on top of no gas is that Alana and I have an old used car that probably needs an oil change and one of the back tires needs to be replaced. Even if we had the gas money I think getting there would be unrealistic because of all the other fees and because of our responsibilities at home. I want, more than anything right now, to see my baby brother and hold him and hug him but our car won’t make it 500 miles, there’s no way. So I don’t need donations, I don’t need any money. I’m only wishing out loud. I appreciate the offers, I’ve had a couple now, and I don’t want to leave you with no answer. It means so much to me and I appreciate it so much, but it’s okay. Thank you, though.

It’s not about the moves you make 🤷🏽‍♂️ but more so if the moves you making is beneficial 💰 if it ain’t about money I ain’t moving

Is Love Enough (part 6- fluffy finale)

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Summary: Crowley visits Sam and Dean while possessing your body.

A/N: This is the fluffy finale. There is an alternative angst finale as well because I couldn’t decide which way to go; so I wrote both. Sue me. (Pls don’t, I have no money) Master tag list is at the end; let me know if you’d like to be added.


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anonymous asked:

Do? Do people not understand that you can own a house and be in poverty??? What the fuck??? Yea I own a "house" but it's a fucking trailer and most of the time I don't fucking eat because I have to pay my bills and buy gas? I literally don't *eat* because I don't have the fucking money to *EAT* but I'm totally not in poverty lmao

I’m honestly not surprised. I mean there are people out there who simultaneously think you shouldn’t be able to own a fridge/stove while on food stamps, but should only be able to buy ingredients to cook everything from scratch. Like I’m semi-disabled. We afford to eat because I stay home and cook everything from scratch. I make my own god damn yogurt, bread, and even cheese. That much from scratch. I only have the time to do this because I am at home full time.

My husband and I literally scavenged building materials to fix our fucking trailer, bought used, picked up off of craigslist, picked up shit from dumpsters. It was hard and it’s not possible for everyone, but I’ll be damned if you tell me we don’t struggle just because we’re managing to pull ourselves out and have some stability.


A/N: This fic just kinda poked at me one night while listening to some tropical tunes. I got to thinking how funny it would be if Inuyasha unluckily found himself in charge of navigating Kagome on the open sea in search for her pod of whales. 2300 words. (Unedited, but will edit soon!)

“You’ll never get the mast up that way.”

Kagome twisted around with an arched eyebrow, surveying the area for the location of the voice. But there was nothing but the gentle crash of waves on the dock, and the black beady eyes of a seagull staring back at her as he stood in wait for scraps on a stained wooden beam. (Which, joke’s on him because she didn’t have money for any snacks today.)

“Over here.”

She moved her head to the right and sure enough there was a man; looking at her with a mix of confusion and…disdain? She blinked twice and then righted herself, trying to place if she knew him or not, (trying to not be distracted by the tanned sleeveless arms crossing his chest).

No certainly not, she’d recognize that silvery white hair (and impressive frown) anywhere for sure if that were the case. There’s no way she’d forget him so easily.  

“I’m sorry do I know you from…?” She hedged, waiting for the man to confirm they were strangers. But then his expression evolved quickly into unexpected disappointment and she worried her bottom lip, second guessing herself.

“No, guess not.” He shrugged almost like he had given up on a very daunting task, then pivoted on his foot to start briskly walking towards a tiny slop of a bar at the end of the boardwalk. Kagome tucked a stray strand of hair behind her hear, only to have it fall back into her eyes.  

“Wait, what were you trying to say?”

He stopped and glanced back with pricked ears.

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Catherine shrugged. <<I don’t care how much money I have to pay him. I just want him out of my and Pari’s life for good>>, she hissed.

The lawyer sighed, shaking her head. <<Obtaining sole custody might be harder, Catherine. We have to be able to prove he is unfit to be a father>>, she countered.

Catherine threw her arms in the air. <<He is unfit to be a father! He never even changed one diaper!>>, she raised her voice.

The lawyer nodded. <<I understand, but we need proof. It’s your word against his, after all. We need to find something more incriminating>>, she insisted.

Is Love Enough (part 6- angst finale)

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Summary: You try to adjust to life in captivity and make some difficult decisions.

A/N: This is the angsty finale. There is an alternative fluffy finale as well because I couldn’t decide which way to go; so I wrote both. Sue me. (Pls don’t, I have no money) Master tag list is at the end; let me know if you’d like to be added.

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my laptop broke so I’m reading my own blog on the tumbler app on my phone and if that wasn’t pathetic enough I have to scroll past an ad after every 2nd post like bitch this is my blog why don’t I get the money

anonymous asked:

The candle holder is absolutely beautiful and I love the idea of it. I'm pretty poor but I feel like that would be a thing I'd splurge for

Thank you so much! That’s so good to hear.

Don’t spend your grocery money on my shop, though! I try to have periodic sales just for circumstances like yours.

pandemic-at-the-disco  asked:

That MCR primer. I swore I wouldn't read it all but then I did. I knew most of it, but what I didn't was GREAT. (Vampire Money in balaclavas at the NME awards. That's my shady, body-positive band!) I had a few questions I was hoping would be cleared up that weren't though. I had heard G went missing in Tokyo '04 and they posted something on the site about it? Could be fan lore, but they didn't get too into what was actually said/evidence to clear up what is and isn't true.

I only became a fan in 2005 so I’m not an expert on that part of mcr history. Here’s a recording of Frank sounding really worried after Gerard went missing. Other than this, I don’t really know much about it, so hopefully someone else can help us out here.

I dunno nothing about this twitter domme that everyone be warning about but the fact she tweeted sex workers have to show face otherwise they won’t make money throws up red flags, big time. I don’t show face at all and I got a lot of fans and followers and my products are selling at fair prices and at a slowly increasing rate No face needed.

I just think about how some online sex workers have had their work/shows recorded/screenshotted and circulating round online so their families saw it… like you can never be too careful, it’s not worth the risk tbh

Something you have to take into account when criticising media as old as Batman is that every time they start a new series they have to try something new. And no matter what they try, the fans are going to hate it after five years max and tear it to shreds.

The only thing the fans are willing to accept without criticism is BTAS, as though it’s perfect - which it isn’t. If BTAS were made today, I do not believe it would get the same praise.

In the end, the only opinion the studios care about is that of the people who are actually paying for the media, which most people who are complaining do not do. People are of the mind that if it isn’t perfect, it doesn’t deserve their money. And that’s fine. But it’s not sending the studio a message. The people they listen to are the ones who cancel their subscriptions, or buy two seasons of a show and not the third. If the fans keep comparing everything to BTAS, which is continually viewed through nostalgia goggles, everything is going to be a very distant second in comparison and nothing is ever going to be good enough. The fans need to start evaluating each media separately and stop condemning them for not being perfect. You’re never going to get a perfect piece of anything, ever.