I didn’t want to do this unless I didn’t have a choice I….im unable to currently afford living in my apartment and I could really use any help anyone has to offer with paying my rent due by the 3rd of the month. Reasons I really didn’t want to get into but to put it simply I kicked out my last roommate from the past 7 months because of abuse. Mainly mental and verbal, I won’t name drop and I won’t say some of it wasn’t my own fault, but living with them was driving me to a place I couldn’t stand anymore and I’d rather struggle than be even more depressed than usual and deal with someone that made me very uncomfortable.
My rent is over $1,000 and I only get paid every two weeks and my checks are hardly $600 on a good week. I’m trying hard to find a better paying job, I have a degree and even that’s not helping. It’s tough. I also have my cat and honestly I’d rather starve before I let anything happen to her because she’s all I have. She’s taken care of just fine but I’m really stressed out about rent and upcoming bills. Honestly if everyone donated a dollar I’d actually have enough to cover the other half of rent for the next 2 months at least which would help tremendously. I can draw things to help with donations, I don’t believe my art work is amazing or anything and it’s traditional but I’d appreciate any help I can get so my cat and I don’t get evicted. My PayPal is email@example.com. I’m doing it this way instead of typing out a gofundme. Please please help if you can, thank you.
alright i finally have time to write this post, ive been so busy lately with living off in dorms and with this program that i didnt even realize that I hit another milestone! ALL I GOT TO SAY IS THANK YOU GUYS SOO MUCHHHH!!!
I started off as a small blog with hardy making post and you k now trying really hard to go out and talk to people more <——idkkkk what im saying here xD but what i mean i don’t know, I guess all i want to say thank you, thank you to the people that have stuck with me since I began this blog, you guys are trully amamzing and wonderful people to have around (ignore my typos) i still have a long way to reach my goal but I know i will reach it someday, maybe not today or maybe not tomorrow but someday I will
Whenever im feeling down, I go on here and I express myself and you guys make my day soo muchh bettter so becuase of that i am writing this post for you guys
Oh AND THANK YOU TO BTS FOR ALWAYS MAKING ME SMILE WHENEVER IM FEELING DOWN, I KNOW THAT I CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON THEM TO BRIGHTEN UP MY DAY! Thank you BTS and ARMY!
okay so i have these wonderful and awesome followers that I follow, most might or might not be following me but oh well I still wanted to include you on here
The sequel to the period fic. What period fic, you ask? THIS ONE. You don’t even have to read it, I think. This one here is set in season 7 and rated NC-17 (or maybe just an R).
Seven years in and Fox
Mulder considers himself an expert on Dana Scully’s menstrual cycle. He could
write a book on it, he figures, yet doubts that Scully would appreciate it. In
greatest Mulder and Scully tradition, they don’t talk about it, and never have.
Seven whole years of not talking about it. After that first time he bought her
a heating pad, just to let her know he was there and cared. He was sure she had
one already, but she thanked him with a soft, shy smile. A memory he still
cherishes. He bit his lip that day in order not to remind her that if only she
said the word he would gladly take over heating pad duties. Day and night, if
necessary. Years later, right before they took the next step in their
relationship, he finally told her exactly that. She laughed, still a rare
sound, and kissed him. That’s another memory he holds dear.
These days, Mulder is sure
of it, he has seen it all. The angry bits, the messy bits. After her abduction,
she was as irregular as their whole relationship. He never knew what to expect
or when to expect it. In these days he always had as many Oreos on him as
sunflower seeds. Just in case it was one of those days. Over time, it became
easier, more predictable. Until it stopped altogether. With Scully’s cancer,
her periods ceased; everything seemed to just end. The Oreos in his coat
pockets crumbled into stale nothingness and yet Mulder bough new ones each and
every week. Never giving up.
Now here they are. They
might be a new couple, but Scully on her period is no longer a new phenomenon
at all. There are times when she kisses him, promises him that she’s fine,
really fine, and he’s become an expert on that, too. Tonight though, she
doesn’t say it, and even if she did, he sees it in her eyes; she is not fine,
but exhausted, in pain.
A Portrait Worth a Thousand Words (Bruce Wayne x Reader)
aka My Sad Attempt at Fluff for Bruce
The portrait wasn’t the
original – that one had been one of
the many things lost in the fire that claimed Wayne Manor. No, this one was actually a copy that had once
hung for many years at Wayne Tower in downtown Gotham. Of course, Bruce made
sure that it had been replaced with a duplicate he’d commissioned, earning
admiration from many who saw it as the act of a loving, successful son who was
determined to always keep another legacy of his parents nearby.
It therefore puzzled you
that he didn’t keep it aboveground in the Glass House but, instead, subterranean
in the Batcave. It became even more perplexing when you realized that it was
placed in a hallway that Bruce seemed to rarely walk down, quite possibly even
finding alternate options to the route if he could. Most people would have a
painting of their long-deceased parents somewhere in a common area or even
private one; just somewhere where they could always see them and smile at them,
maybe even hold a conversation. Then again, Bruce was not most people, being a
tall, stupid-rich, former-playboy who moonlighted as knuckle-baring vigilante
in a bat suit.
Shawn Jackson and Hasse Bernfield, better known as Whit and Slug. These two are Nana’s adopted grandsons, and certified little shits– ESPECIALLY Whit. Both of them have spent most of their lives on the planet too.
Whit came to the planet with their (rich) family to live in one of the colony. They got their nickname because of the old Whitworth rifle they carried around: it’s a family heirloom and they would always brag that they would inherit it and use it one day. They’re kind of annoying, 110% sass, and a joker. It was them who told Nana all that dumb shit that she totally believes.
Slug’s parents died in a mining accident and he became a bit of an outcast in the community. He wouldn’t let anyone near him and ended up bullying kids out of food and money. When he tried to steal from Whit, an outcast in their own right, they became fast friends. He got his name from his weapon of choice: the shotgun.