well now i have no money

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And here they are – the entire Zesty orchestra chibi crew! I actually thought about having them printed in some way as a birthday present for myself, but I officially got myself orchestra Meebo in ToLink for my own birthday and I’ll move house pretty soon, so no more self-indulgent money-spending, I’m afraid, bleurgh
Anyway, what do you think about stickers? I think stickers would be cute. I could put them everywhere

I’ll let them rest for a few days and then see whether I hate them already. If not, I might actually fix them if necessary and maybe think about the printing thing.
…Maybe I should have made them bigger…

Now I need a set of kimono chibis, too. Or for my other AUs… or both… hmmmmmmm…

i need to update on the post i made before about our bills situation because things are officially a whole hell of a lot worse than they were before and well. if i just disappear into the ether you guys kind of deserve to know the reason why.

so i said before that we were short money to pay our bills and that we would likely be losing our internet service for a while and i might go silent. well, it’s uh. much worse now. because we don’t have the money in the bank to pay the bills, we may be about to lose our house.

my grandmother has been going through the process of getting the house put into her name, something her lawyer claimed would be a simple process but now really isn’t. because of our bills not being able to be pilled, her credit score has taken hits, which makes it more difficult for us to get the house. but now we’re at a point where things are so bad and her score is low enough and we have so little money that we are very likely about to lose the house.

we don’t really have anything to fall back on. the bills have been so bad that it’s taken almost everything we have to keep them paid and then some. if we don’t get the house then we don’t even have the option of selling it and having that money to start over.

i don’t really know what to do or say. we don’t really have anywhere we can go or anyone we can stay with. we don’t have any money saved up because sometimes we haven’t even had a few dollars left after everything was paid between the two of us.

well. i have a commissions page up here so if anyone wants to commission me for anything, you can. having money to fall back on right now would be Ideal. and if anyone wants to signal boost this, feel free. we need all the help we can get right now even if that just involves getting the word out.

anonymous asked:

For someone who's supposedly so tired because of work , waits the last minute to fly from NYC to scotland right before a work event. That's weird , if I were him I would have flown earlier and show up to the event on time and well rested to respect all the people who spent money to be there and see you .

Doesn’t make sense at all. All these months with planning in advance, last minute changes and cancellations due to this shooting schedule fails at Outlander promo and now near misses his MPC event while he MAKES IT LOOK LIKE he is keeping all this booty call appointments. It’s ridiculous. 

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I’m taking commissions and I figured I might as well advertise that.

Hey everyone, I see people usually advertise when they’re taking commissions so I thought I would too. I’m offering simple, full-body drawings right now. My price is about 7.50 USD with + 5.00 USD for every bonus character.

I have a few rules:

- I will only do original or fan characters. I’m not comfortable drawing canonical characters for money.

- I do not draw suggestive art.

- Some blood is okay, but I have my limits with gore.

Anyways, if you’re interested, just message me on Tumblr or my Deviantart account.

I cleared my background check.

Not that I’ve ever done anything bad, but my anxiety was like, okay, you’ll fail because you probably unknowingly took part in a mafia heist. Or something. You know.

Fingerprints today and then I should be good to go.


My current job is not taking things *particularly* well. We are already short staffed and this is going to really be bad for them because I am staying on, but stepping down. I have been asking them since I took over to get more people though, so oh well. I would just quit but I really need to save money right now and I don’t want to lose all of my vacation and whatnot.

I JUST GOT EMAIL THAT KENDAMA HAS NEW COLORED KURURINS AND LARGE/JUMBO ONES!!!!!! OMGGGGGGG!!!

They can have all my moneys now!

Kendamausa.com - check them out if you like cool toys or fidget toys. I’ve posted video of me playing with one of my Kururins here previously. It’s fun and for a fidgeter it occupies me and helps my hand eye as well.

Borrowed from their email blast, aren’t these preeeety!? These are Kururins. (I think I got it spelled right now that I know autocorrect was adding the k)

If you ever feel like you must be the most unobservant person in the world, remember: I once spent half a year failing to notice that my new favourite restaurant was a money-laundering front for the Ukrainian mafia.

(I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but in retrospect, the fact that it was always dead no matter the time of day - I think the busiest I ever saw it was five people, myself included - well, that should have been a tipoff. Also, the waitstaff kept calling me “Mr. Prokopetz”, which I had assumed was just part of the restaurant’s gimmick, but given that “Prokopetz” is a Ukrainian surname, I’m now forced to wonder whether they’d thought I was, you know, in the business. I just liked the pierogi!)

“I’m the lead singer in this band because he can’t hear very well. But I’d like to say that he’s a wonderful man. You should have seen him when we met in 1953. Green eyes. Black hair. A little gray on the side. All my girlfriends were so jealous. He had no money so he sold his best suit to buy me fruit and flowers. I used to get entire letters from him that were written in verse. He still writes in verse– but just little notes now. I think he might have run out of verse.”

(Moscow, Russia)

anonymous asked:

So apparently, baby ducks can imprint. How what would happen is that one day Derek just walks into Deaton's clinic with about ten baby ducks in his arms, which had been following him around all day since they decided for some reason that he is their mom and refused to let him out of their sight .

Derek totally didn’t name them, but, “I think Patrice has abandonment issues.” 

“Abandonment issues?” Deaton asked, blinking, and then “Patrice?” 

Derek just glared, averting his gaze. Alright, so he had named him. But only because it made them easier to tell apart. “Yes,” he gritted through his teeth, holding out the baby ducks for Deaton to take. “I can’t look after them. So here, you have to take them.” 

Deaton shook his head. “I think you’re doing just fine, Derek,” he said in a way that could either mean ‘fuck off’ or ‘these ducklings are part of some bigger plan that I’m not going to tell you about’ and then walked away. Just like that. 

The bastard.

~

Later that evening, Stiles came home to find Derek….and several ducklings on his bed. 

“Please tell me that’s not the pack,” was the first thing he said, panicked that he wasn’t feeling just as panicked about that scenario as he should be. He wasn’t going to lie and say the thought of Jackson being turned into a baby duck didn’t amuse him. 

Greatly.

“No, it’s not the pack,” Derek answered, rolling his eyes, letting one crawl into his hands. “I think….” he frowned. “I don’t think they have…parents.”

“Oh?” Stiles asked, carefully watching Derek’s face. 

“Yeah, “ Derek nodded, all serious and utterly adorable. “And….I don’t know what to do.”  It was hard to read Derek most of the time, but Stiles thought he was getting better at it and this was definitely Derek speak for: ‘I found these baby animals and now I am scared I’m going to hurt them because I don’t have the best track record. SOS, send help, I am a tragic, brooding, beautiful mess’.

Okay, so maybe not the last part. But Stiles was definitely on to Derek.

Derek looked up at Stiles then, as if reading his thoughts, like Stiles had all the answers to the universe. Usually, Stiles was flattered when Derek came to him for help. Well, not flattered, per se. Smug. Smug was the word he’d use. He liked being smug around Derek, his own personal fucked up foreplay. But right now, something different was tingling in the pit of his stomach. He felt warm, and maybe just a little bit helpless. He wasn’t sure if it was a feeling he necessarily liked. 

“Well, how about we start with a pond?” he suggested, leaning back against his bedroom door, resisting the urge to grab his phone and snap a picture.

“A pond?” Derek’s eyebrows shot up. “You mean, like, build a pond?” He started shaking his head, like the thought terrified him. 

Silly, beautiful wolf.

Stiles shrugged. “Why not? You have the money, don’t you? Plus, I think they like you.” He winked and Derek flushed, right to the tips of his ears. Stiles laughed.

“Come on, sourwolf,” he grinned, shaking his head, picking up his backpack from where he had dumped it on the floor. “Let’s go make us a home.” 

~

“It’s your turn to feed them,” Stiles groaned, turning in Derek’s arms. He swore he could hear the ducks already quacking impatiently. “Please, babe, I’ll do anything if I don’t have to get up right now. I’ll even blow you. Twice. It’s so waaaaaarm.” He stretched, like the lazy cat he was, and smiled all the way down to his toes. 

“Don’t call me ‘babe’,” was the only reply he received.

Stiles groaned again. “Sweetheart?” he tried, instead. “Honey? Chicken pot pie of my life?” 

For that, his Derek Hale shaped cover was snatched away from him. 

“What’s wrong with chicken pot pie???” he yelled, heart broken. Utterly, utterly heart broken. No, betrayed. Derek was mean. 

“Nothing, if you want to stay married to me, noodle.

Stiles grimaced. Okay, they’d work on their pet names for each other outside of sex later. They couldn’t just stick with ‘asshole’ - it was starting to lose its meaning when they fought. 

Shoving a pillow in Derek’s face, because when was that ever not satisfying, Stiles crawled to the side of the bed - and because he had no dignity - rolled out of it. “See if you get any sex when I get back,” he called over his shoulder, grabbing Derek’s boxers on the way out of the door.  

Derek only grinned when Stiles looked back, already falling back to sleep. 

Stiles refused to find it adorable. 

$15 COMMISSIONS - my cat needs surgery

So heres the story. My cat, Halloween, ate a 10 inch piece of ribbon Friday night. We took her immediately to the emergency vet and they tried to get her to throw it up, but she wouldnt. The doctor said to bring her home and if she isnt eating, if shes lethargic, or vomiting, then bring her back in immediately because that could mean that her intestines are bunching up because the ribbon got caught in the track. All yesterday, Saturday, she was eating, jumping, playing around. I kept a close eye on her, thinking everything was so far okay and her body will just pass it. Last night, however, she wouldnt eat. She laid between my legs all night, not moving and by morning, normally she would be meowing up a storm and demanding food. This morning she didnt. I know my cat, that isnt normal. So I called the doctor and they said to bring her in for an xray. I just got back from the vet. It turns out, the string got stuck and her intestines are bunching up. Normally they should be all squiggly on the xray, but instead on the left side, they are lined in a perfect row of three. This means that she has to go into surgery. If she doesnt, itll just get worse. I asked if she is in pain and the doctor said yes. The surgery is nearly $4000. $4000 dollars that I dont have. So the doctor has her now, shes going into surgery this afternoon.

I’m not the type of person to ask for money. So I’m not. But I’m opening up $15 commissions that will each take me about 1-2 hours. 

Theyll just be headshots, no elaborate clothing. Must have reference picture thats well lit. Any jewelry or crowns or anything is $5 extra. 

I just really need help, so if anyone would like a commission, message me please. **paypal only

Where Every Brown Sugar Baby Should Look for Her Next Sugar Daddy and Why

The more the game changes, the more it stays the same.

     Best friend, my first disappointment with sugaring came when I realized that sugaring sites were not for me. When I joined Tumblr, I was surrounded by stories of women who signed up for Seeking Arrangement and within an hour found their inbox full of messages from men willing to hand them the world or at least a pair of So Kate’s on the first date. When I joined Tumblr, I thought that I was going to command large allowances just because I existed, not because I did any work. I learned otherwise.

     My successes with sugaring came when I got very clear about what exactly it was that I was sugaring for. I realized that I couldn’t make myself care about designer goods. They’re pretty, and I loved looking at them on Instagram but dating a man so he could buy me luxury goods just did not seem like a lot of fun. But art supplies? Everything I needed to write a novel and maintain my blog? That sounded much more feasible. As soon as I committed to it, it happened. As soon as I got off the sugaring sites, it happened.  

     As an introvert, I did get off the sugaring sites, but it took me quite a while to get off the internet. I used Tinder to find the three gift daddies that I had. Last month, I went free styling for the first time.   

     There is a general horror around free styling that, trust me, I understand. If I didn’t have to leave my house, I wouldn’t. But I realized a few things. The sugar sites are not set up for you to succeed. We, as sugar babies, are the draw that is used to attract men with money and unrealistic dreams.  

     Do you want to have the perfect relationship? A young, beautiful, smart woman who will hang off your every word and, unlike escorts, will be with you and you alone for a fraction of the price that escorts are demanding? Sign up for a membership with our site at the low price of $39.99/month and become a sugar daddy tonight!

     While this might not be the exact language the sites are using, I guarantee if you go on any of the sugar sites you will see something similar being touted to men.  I also promise that the men that have the real potential to be amazing sugar daddies and give you things you didn’t believe that you could get aren’t on these sites.
     

     And, honey, maybe you haven’t noticed but online dating-sugar or vanilla- is not set up for black women to succeed. I’ll say it once more. You’re far more likely to find the man you’re looking for when you let go of the sugar sites.
So what happens next? Next, you change your mindset. There is one thing that needs adjustment, your attitude, in two different areas. The first is what a sugar daddy looks like. Maybe you don’t have this problem. But I do. I tend to find myself thinking that sugar daddies look a certain way. They’re white and in their 40’s-50’s. Most of them are married. But this isn’t what sugar daddies look like. They can be any age. They can be any race. They can be anywhere. When it’s time to free style, don’t think that if a Black man, an Asian man, a Martian, whatever, approaches you that because they don’t fit in with the idea of what you think an SD looks like you can’t pay any attention to them.

     There will be three types of men that you’ll meet when you go out: cheap men that would like your time and attention for free, men that will simply ask how much you want or make it known that they have no problem paying you, and men that are willing to spend money on you but need some type of connection with you first. Ugh, connection. Don’t you hate that word? Men should just hand us money because we asked for it right? We’re young, we’re beautiful, we’re smart. Just fork over the coins.

     But consider this. How often do you give money to complete strangers because they asked for it? How often have you walked up to an attractive or interesting looking person with $5 that you know you don’t need and said: “here this is for you just because you look cool or like you needed a little help”? Never right? If we were a society where that was the norm homelessness would not be an issue. No, we give our money to people we like, to people that have bettered our lives in some way, to people we trust. But, still. That word-connection. Months and months of dates. Maybe even putting out. That must be what I mean, right? Nope. Not what I mean at all. A connection can be made in 15 minutes or 15 months. It really just depends on how well your personality meshes with his.

     How do you tell these men apart? Let’s build a scenario, shall we? Let’s say you meet a man at a bar. You each talk a bit about who you are and what you do for a living. His job sounds promising. You don’t know exactly how much he makes but when you google it in the bathroom after touching up your lipstick you see that it’s an acceptable amount. He buys you a drink to continue the conversation you’ve already started, but when the night ends, he doesn’t pick up the tab you had started before he sat down. Splenda! Salt! That’s what Tumblr will tell you. I say wait. You spend some time texting. He says he wants to take you out. This is when we find out what kind of man he is by analyzing a few things:


  • Where does he want to meet? TGIFridays or one of the best restaurants/bars in the city. Look at where he wants to take you and why. If he asks you where you want to eat and then shoots it down because it’s overpriced or “just not his scene” you have two options: dig your heels in or run. My first meeting with Bentley took some time to plan because he shot down the restaurants that I chose as not being good enough for a first date. It was a good first sign. 
  • How and what do they order? We know what a man who doesn’t want to spend a lot of money looks like when he orders at a restaurant or bar. He asks if there are any discounts or deals. Asks what’s the best and cheapest drink or food item on the menu. Makes “jokes” about how expensive everything is. 
  • How do they look when you order? A man that asks if you want anything else after you’ve decided what you want is a keeper. A man that asks what you want scans the menu and then asks if you’re sure you want those things or if you’d be happy with something cheaper presents you with two options: to dig your heels in or run.
  • What are they talking to you about? A man that talks about sex as soon as he meets you only wants you for one thing and it ain’t playing cards. Now, if he’s willing to compensate you for that time in a way that you find acceptable, fine. Get your money girl. If you want a man that cares about you as an individual but he can’t stop talking about how well he’s doing on Viagra, you have two options. Dig in or run. I suggest you run, but this is your life, not mine
  • Do they listen when you speak? Do they remember what you said? I got my first laptop from a man who listened when I talked about wanting to write. I got my second laptop and art supplies from a man who listened to my business plan. If they can’t hear you, they can’t help you. 

     When the date is over, look at this man’s behavior. You’ll know if he’s the type of man that you can keep in your life. If he isn’t, let him go. LET HIM GO! Don’t, please friend, don’t hang on to a man because you don’t think that you’ll be able to get another. This game isn’t for the desperate that need quick cash because their life is falling apart. This is going to take time. You’ll find yourself getting dressed up and going out quite a few times before you find a man that you’re willing to stick with. If you understand this from the beginning, that reaching any goal is going to take time, you’ll be far less likely to fail.

     I’d like to give one piece of controversial advice. Do not ask for a gift or token or whatever you want to call it on the first date. Remember what we talked about earlier? About how we don’t give away our hard earned money to strangers or the undeserving? This applies here. And I know, I know. The posts of girls that say they asked for a gift and got one is so much more fun to read than what I’m saying, but here we are best friend, here we are.

     You do have one thing on your side. Men know that it is their responsibility to take care of the women in their lives. Vanilla men know this. They know. I’m going to say it one more time, best friend so it really sinks in. All men know that it is their responsibility to take care of the women in their lives. What’s more, they know that the younger and better looking a woman is, the more they will have to spend. Your job is not to convince a man to spend money on you. He already knows he should. Your job is to separate the men willing to spend from the men not willing to spend by opening up your mouth and talking about what you want. Talk about college and the class that you’re going to be taking, but god isn’t it crazy how expensive books are? Talk about how much you love to write, but your laptop broke. Talk about how you want to get into digital photography but don’t know what camera to get or if you can afford to buy one. Give it a couple weeks. The right man will show up with a laptop, or an iPad, or a book, or a camera or whatever it is you say you need. The wrong man won’t have made it past the first date.

Happy hunting, best friend.

Best friend, be honest, what did you think? Do you think you could ever get off the sugar sites? Go free styling? Do you think my approach makes any sense or is something that could work for you? Leave me a comment and let me know so we can talk about it.

The History of the RFA

*I was gonna put a keep reading but decided against it. I stop where I did because the events go differently depending on the route you take. Should I do one for each route???*

*Inspired by “The History of the World, i guess” and “The History of Japan.” Just imagine that voice reading this or it’s not gonna be as good.*

Hi, hello there, here you are. 

You’re at an apartment. But whose apartment is it? We’ll get to that later.

Knock knock, here’s a blonde girl. Who is that?

She thinks “wow I really like photography, I’m gonna go to a gallery” So she goes to a gallery.
Then she meets this guy 

Yeah that guy.
But who is that guy?

He’s a photographer and he likes her hair. So he says “wow, I really like your hair, what’s your name?”

so Rika says “Oh thanks, I like yours too, it’s a weird shade of blue. My name is Rika”

and V says “Oh wow is that you’re real name? We’re Korean, that doesn’t sound like a very Korean name unless one of your parents is foreign or maybe they just wanted to name you something foreign, y’know?” 

and so Rika says 

and V doesn’t say anything else.

Oh look now they’re dating! They’re religious people who like church. One day they’re at church.
Oh hey who’s that cherry-headed kid over there scavenging for food? 
“Oh shit,” V says, “That looks like someone who could really use our help”
Then he says:

and then the little cherry kid said

Then he says “Oh but my name is Saeyoung”

“Yes,” V whispers under his breath, “Our first great act of kindness”
So V and Rika see this kid at the church all the time after mass and bring bread for him. Yay bread.
Turns out Saeyoung’s twin brother, whose name is Saeran, is the weaker one. 

Yeah that one.
His dad’s in some deep political shit and his mom’s blackmailing his dad because his dad won’t tell the people voting for him about the kids he has so the mom threatens to tell the world if he doesn’t give her money and all she does is spend that money on alcohol

“Wow that really sucks,” V says, and comes back a few weeks later with an offering. “Hey I have an idea. How about we take you and give you a new life. You and your computer skills can get you a rad job and then we’ll take care of your brother for you. The catch is that you have to abandon him and become a completely new person.”

“Woah,” Saeyoung says. “I can’t do that, are you crazy”

“No,” V says,

“No,” Saeyoung says.

“But you should,” V says, “It’s best for him.”

“Are you sure,” Saeyoung says.

“Totally,” V says. “You just met me. Trust me though, it’s gonna go smooth.”

So Saeyoung says yes and they take him in where he’s

, converted to catholic and given the cool name “Luciel”
It’s got something to do with not wanting to be a fallen angel but let’s forget about him right now.

A few years later. Surprise! V and Rika wanna start a group together. What are they gonna do in the group?

“But wait” says Rika

“What is it?” says V

“What are we gonna call this group?” 

They have to think of something clever. Something super smart but also obvious so everybody knows their intentions. So they decide to call it

“But wait,” Rika says again, “We can’t just do this by ourselves. We need more people. I have a cousin”

“I have a childhood friend who talks to only me because other people don’t understand our rich lifestyle,” says V

“Oh hold on,” says Rika, “there’s another guy who’s really good at acting and had a pretty shitty childhood, we gotta invite him too”

“That’s pretty dank,” says V, “And my friend that I mentioned previously has an assistant that he can invite.”

“Wait, what about that kid from earlier?” says V.

They hold parties and make money that they donate and everything’s fine. Let’s go forward a little.

Knock knock. 

Who is it now??

Rika’s been struck by mental illness that’s causing her to have delusions. Well this isn’t good.

“I’ll help,” says V
So he takes her to a therapist. But she doesn’t wanna go to the therapist so she stops going to that therapist. Not that she goes to another one. She doesn’t go to a therapist at all.

“I wanna make a cult,” Rika says, “it’ll be totally chill. like a paradise, let’s do it”

“Woah,” V says, “You can’t just make a cult”

“Hey, that’s bullshit,” Rika says, “You can’t tell me what to do”
Then she jabs him in the eyes. Well, we don’t know if she jabbed him in the eyes yet. What she did to his eyes is unclear for now.

Oh no, V’s vision is deteriorating slowly over time. Now Rika’s run off to start her cult.

“Shit,” V says, “I can’t tell the RFA about this, what the hell do I do? Oh wait, I know:”

Woah. Now everyone’s heartbroken and there’s a funeral held for her. In fact, everyone’s so heartbroken that they stop holding charity parties for like two years.
Also Rika’s cousin really hates V for some reason.

Fast forward.
Ding ding. You just got a text. 

Now you’re inside a stranger’s apartment. Surprise again! Your phone suddenly opens up a random chatroom with five people talking about random stuff in their life.

Hey but wait, who are you?

Now they think you’re a hacker and you have to explain what happened and how you ended up in the apartment. You don’t know who this “Rika” or who this “V” is that they keep mentioning but whatever it probably isn’t important.

So you tell them, and they realize you can’t leave because something’s clearly weird, right? So now they’re faced with a dilemma 

Tattoo

Lance had plenty bad ideas in his life.
But this one really took the cake.
They had gone for a trip to a every earth like planet save for the grass being orange and the sky a constant dull pink.
While Pidge and Hunk spent most of the time shopping both hoping to find Earth like resources though what they considered necessities was different to the other.
With Hunk looking at the food and Pidge an adaptor for her game console.
Lance had started out aimlessly following the two, however after a while got bored and wandered off.
That was when he found it.
It was a small stall in the market being manned by a tall greenish alien.
His sign was unreadable but Lance was able to guess that judging from the needle gun and the Alien lying on the bed in front of him that it was some kind of tattoo place.
Lance was about to leave when he caught sight of the tattoo.
For one thing it was moving, and looked like a gif more then anything.
Lance found himself staring transfixed as the artist added the final touches to what looked like a wedding scene.
“Ya gonna stare all day or are ya gonna buy somthing?”
Lance jumped realising the artist was addressing him “sorry was just passing-”
“Hey wait a second, ain’t ya the blue paladin?”
Lance barley had time to nod before the artist grinned showing off a mouth of pointed teeth.
“Well why didn’t ya say so! If ya want a goraf it’s on the house for a paladin of voltron.”
Lance stared at him for a moment “erm… what’s a goraf?”
The alien that was having the tattoo done stood up looking the image over with a smile “it’s a memory imprinted on the skin so you can never forgot. I’ve got all the most Important moments for me. And Deru here is the best In the universe.”
Deru smirked “oh you. Now give me my money and then fuck off, I got a paladin to work on.”
The other alien chuckled “ok honey I’ll see you at home later tonight.”
Lance realised then that the alien in the image was actually the artist.
“Yeah yeah whatever.”
Deru made a shooing motion before practically pulling Lance into the chair.
“So what ya say bluey boy. Wanna get a little ink?”

So that was how Lance found himself gritting his teeth as a strange alien tattooed his back with him having no idea what he was putting on there.
Apparently it was some kind of special ink that would bring forth his most precious memory.
Special ink or not it hurt like hell.
Lance had actually gotten a tattoo before, a small one turning a little burn mark on his hip into a crescent moon.
He had expected a tattoo to be incredibly painful, however was pleasantly surprised to find that it was more of an annoying scratching pain then anything that bad.
Not exactly enjoyable but not unbearable.
This experience was nothing like that.
Lance wanted to scream.
It felt like somone was running an iron across his back.
However when he tried to jump up Deru had pulled him down telling him that now that he’s started he had to finish.
So now nearly two hours later Lance felt light headed from the pain and was praying to whatever space god was listening that one of his team mates would come find him.
Suddenly all at once that pain was gone.
“And done. Take a look.”
Deru held up a mirror and handed Lance the other.
For a moment all Lance could do was stare as tears began to fall down his cheeks.
There was a sight he never expected to see again.
His whole family standing by the ocean smiling and waving at him.
It looked so real that it made his heart ache.
Like he could just get back home if he touched the sensitive skin.
“…thank you… so much.” Lance mumbled in shock.
“Glad ya liked it bluey.” Deru turned away cleaning the gun before he placed it down.
“I served too. Of course I was older then you and had less to lose. War takes it toll on the mind. All the bad drives out the good after a while… this way the good stays with you even when your surrounded by the bad.” Deru smiled as he pulled off his jacket to show that every patch of skin was covered in the moving images.
“Ya looked like ya needed some good to always have ya back.”

Lance smiled the whole way back to the others.

“Oh hey Lance, what did you get up to?” Hunk asked.

“I’ll show you later.” Lance winked as he patted Hunk on the arm and walked passed him onto the ship.

an au (inspired by this post) in which Annabeth is a mob boss and Percy is her ocean photographer boyfriend. Shout out to Hannah for being the best beta ever and for headcanoning this au with me pretty much non stop for the last few days. 

The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room flicker, giving it a strange glow that makes Percy’s eyes hurt. His fingers tap the beat of some pop song that had played on the radio earlier today onto the metal table that sits in front of him. The table is cool to the touch despite the warm, stale air that hangs in the room, and the accompanying metal chair is starting to make his butt numb despite it only having been here ten minutes.

Shuffling sounds begin emanating from the door in the corner of the room across from Percy, and soon it creaks open. First to step through is a tall blonde man with piercing blue eyes. His athletic build fills up the doorway as he pauses briefly to appraise Percy. Percy appraises him right back, noticing a scar on the corner of the detective’s lip and half of a tattoo that peaks out from under the cuff of his sleeve.

As soon as the detective steps into the room, another enters behind him. Her posture is impeccable and she walks with her head held high like she’s a warrior entering battle. That can’t be good, Percy thinks afterwards. She has on a royal purple blouse that pops against her brown skin, and her black hair is pulled into a braid that cascades over her shoulder.

“Hello, Mr. Jackson,” starts the blonde detective. “I’m Detective Grace and this is my partner Detective Arellano. Thanks so much for agreeing to come down to the station today to talk to us today.”

Percy smiles with a calm confidence, “Of course. Always happy to do my civic duty.”

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Famously bad companies do illegal things.

I’m sorry this is long.

Let’s call them Religious Hobby Store.
I worked there for six months, without a hitch. I was “promoted” from register to back office for bookkeeping and I was next-in-line for a promotion to full-time.

My manager stepped down and moved back to her home state, and we got a new manager, from North Carolina (I live in the north east).

Within her first week, I told my new manager that I was pregnant, as I was now starting my 2nd trimester. She had her own 10-month-old son. We bonded over motherhood.

I called out for the very first time that Monday. Upon my arrival on Tuesday, I was written up because, according to her, the bookkeeper is never allowed to call out ever, for any reason. I told her that I couldn’t find that in the handbook, which states that “excessive call-outs are reason for write ups,” and that one call-out does not call for that. I wrote this on the write-up.

The next day, I get thirsty on my shift. I go to the break room, buy a bottle of water and sit down momentarily to drink some because my state guarantees pregnant women water breaks.

The assistant manager walks in, sees me, and leaves immediately. I knew right then and there that I was going to be written up. Not even one minute later, “[My name] to the office. [My name] to the office,” the manager says with a harsh tone over the intercom.

A full-blown panic attack washes over me.

The manager then begins to accuse me of stealing time, as I try to choke out that I’m having a panic attack but my state gives women water breaks. She accuses me of yelling at her. I insist I’m not yelling, I’m having a panic attack (which just happens to have me hysterically crying). I explain that I’m usually medicated for anxiety, but now that I’m pregnant, I’m not taking medication. She tells me I’m yelling at her. She writes me up for yelling at her.

The next day, when I arrive at work, I see the district manager, who is from almost 2 hours away, is already at my job at 8 AM.

Well. I’m getting fired today.

Eventually, I’m called into the office where the manager and district manager are waiting. apparently the DM arrived there very early to watch the tapes of me counting money.

Think about that.
He specifically watched weeks of tapes of me counting money, with absolutely no reason for him to do so; there was never missing money. He just drove two hours to review my tapes.

Literally fishing for a reason to fire me.

When he couldn’t find one, he told me at the start of our meeting that I was being fired for stealing time. He accused me of playing on my phone while I was supposed to be counting money, after I was explicitly given permission to listen to audiobooks on my phone while I count the money. He said there are minutes on the tapes that I’m not doing anything. I told him that I’m trying very hard not to vomit, you know, morning sickness and all that. But that the work got done. He told me that I stole time when I was in the back room drinking water. I told him that my state - which is not his state - gives pregnant women water breaks.

He said, “there’s no such thing as water breaks.”

When I tried to defend myself, he cut me off, told me to get out of the building or he would call the police. I said “fine,” and I left.

Within one week of telling them I was pregnant, I got written up 3 times for total bullshit after 6 months of being a stellar employee.

I put in a claim for unemployment that day.
They fought my unemployment and claimed that the meeting with the DM involved me bent over the desk, screaming in the DM’s face, and that’s why I was fired.

I explained that that never happened.
I won unemployment.
Religious Hobby Store filed an appeal.
Despite the burden of proof being on Religious Hobby Store to prove I was screaming in the DM’s face (I wasn’t, so no proof could be procured) they won the appeal and I got my unemployment withheld for six weeks. Over Christmas, too.

TLDR; Religious Hobby Store fires pregnant woman because she’s pregnant.

Osomatsu-san PS Vita game translation - Karamatsu 05 - Stand by the Second Son

Jyushimatsu: Yuuuum! More oden, please! 

Chibita: Ok. 

Osomatsu: Yep, oden tastes great again today. I’m glad we came all this way to eat it. 

Choromatsu: Chibita, hot sake, please. Oden does go well with it, doesn’t it? 

Chibita: ….You jerks, you brought enough money to pay for everything this time, didn’t you? 

Karamatsu: Heh… money? There is no meaning in attaching a price to the fantastic cosmos known as oden. 

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NCT as the Mafia + How He Met You

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A/N: I decided to only do the members who had already debuted and no one under 17 (Jaemin is an exception, his bday is soon 😂) and this still turned out longer than I expected 😂


Lee Taeyong

Originally posted by dovounq

  • The leader and founder of the gang, responsible for practically everything and everyone need to report to him whatever they’re doing
  • Tends to regret his decision to even start this because more and more members join every year and he realized that he will have to take care of them even if he’s dead and can often be seen staring into nothing, thinking about this
  • Since he’s the one who came up with this ‘genius’ idea, he was caught by the police a number of times practically every time they did any petty crime when they first started out
  • But now they got so good at this, that they even have bribed officials working in their favour

You both broke into the same building, at the same time and both got arrested ten minutes later. You even ended up in the same cell for 48 hours until someone came and bailed you two out. While you were waiting, you bickered and blamed each other for being the reason the other got caught but since Taeyong already had his gang, it wasn’t long since Taeil came to get him out as opposed to you, who had no one.

“Taeyong, you’re out! But I swear if I catch you again I will put you in for good!” the police officer said. 

“Yeah yeah,” he stood up and went to the door before stopping. “Taeil, pay for her as well, we’re taking her with us.”


Moon Taeil

Originally posted by jonqins

  • Takes care of the gang’s legal stuff (like money and documents) and hides the illegal
  • Is the one who gets the others out of trouble and everyone needed his help at some point
  • Scouts for new members despite Taeyong begging him not to
  • But they have to fit his high standards
  • At first he was really against this whole gang thing
  • But now he’s like the mother of the group

He met you when he came to bail Taeyong out.

“I’m not using our money on her. How do you even know if she will be a valuable asset to the team?”

“She’s going. That’s it,” Taeyong ordered and he didn’t dare argue with him when he’s angry. He kept glaring at you every time he saw you but you exceeded all of his expectations and welp I sense a love triangle


Johnny/Seo Youngho

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

  • Finally got into the gang after 9 years of begging proving himself
  • He has yet to find out what his job really is
  • Was so happy when they trusted him with a deal, he screwed it up immediately
  • Before he even joined, he somehow got himself caught in a fight between EXO’s Sehun and Seventeen’s Jeonghan, even though he had practically nothing to do with it and it was mostly Sehun’s fault but that’s for later

While he was waiting in the dungeon to be accepted, he often went to this shooting range to practice but you always beat him and it annoyed him to no end, so one time he made a bet with you, if he gets in (he was boasting to you about the gang) or wins against you, you will have to go on a date with him.

“Well at this point I don’t think you will ever join that gang and I don’t see you ever winning against me either, so why not?” you laughed.

“Watch me,” he smirked, as he was about to tell you he’s in.


Nakamoto Yuta

Originally posted by nakamotens

  • Like Doyoung he’s an assassin/hitman, except he’s the real deal
  • He prefers silent weapons, like snipers and often stays in the shadows (something he learned from Ten)
  • Not everyone can hire him and he only takes very well paid jobs
  • Despite the things he does, he gets scared very easily by stupid things

Someone set you up and hired both of you to kill each other, hoping neither of you will survive. After chasing, fighting and avoiding you for over a month, someone leaked information to him what’s this all really about and he decided that it would be best to join up and find the one who hired you two. Now his only problem was proving to you that he’s telling the truth and stopping you from shooting him dead. That will be difficult though because once you take a job there’s no going back.

“I have to work even faster. I I just stand around doing nothing she will get to me in a blink on an eye.”


Doyoung/Kim Dongyoung

Originally posted by ceohan

  • Very skilled with a wide range of weapons
  • He mostly joined because he wanted to shoot stuff *cough* people *cough*
  • You could call him and ‘assassin’ but he likes to show off his skills, so everybody would know that it was him who took care of things
  • Doesn’t like working with Yuta, their styles are completely different

A fight broke out in a local club and he was searching around the place for any survivors to clean everything once and for all, when he noticed a leg sticking out from under the table. He lifted the tablecloth and saw you sitting there.

“What the hell are you doing here? Did you think you can hid from me?”

“Oh no. I’m not hiding. Quite the opposite! I’m just watching - I mean reading.”

“Really? Reading? In the middle of a shootout?” you just shrugged and he stared at you for a few seconds before dragging you out.

“This is not a place for someone like you, let me help you out of here,” he smirked.


Ten

Originally posted by randomnctgifs

  • He works as a spy for the gang and is so good at his job that he’s practically invisible and a lot of the members think he’s either dead or lost or smth because he’s so rarely seen, maybe once in six months or so
  • Only Taeyong knows what he’s doing at this point
  • One day Yuta saw him in the headquarters and screamed for two minutes straight because he thought he saw a ghost
  • “Oh it’s just you… I thought you were lost on that mission two months ago.”
  • Some days when he’s alone that happens a lot poor baby he wonders: ‘Why don’t we go on missions as a U unit anymore?’; ‘They missed the perfect chance to add me TEN as the tenth member of 127 smh’

He met you completely by accident, when he came back after a few months and somebody though he’s gone for good again and gave you his room. He lifted the covers up, only to see you sleeping in his bed and he was so shocked he stood there still holding the blanket when you still in your sleep took it from him and rolled to the other side.

“Wait… What?” he said, taking it from you again.

“Let me sleep,” you just mumbled.

“Ooh I will let you sleep! For eternity that is, if you don’t explain what you’re doing here!”


Jaehyun/Jung Yoonoh

Originally posted by chittawhoreten

  • That local lover boy not really, who talks his way out of and more often then not into trouble
  • Because of this reason, he strikes the best deals
  • But tends to say too much and ruin them completely, making everything worse and also starting fights in the process

You accompanied him to one of the deals instead of Johnny and immediately realized he was about to start blabbing shit and stopped him before he could do it.

“Are you sure about that?” you asked, throwing him a glare.

“Yes, I’m sure, could you please stop kicking me under the table?.. Wait, who are you anyway?” he asked you.

“Are you serious?” you stood up and dragged him out of the room to show him who you really are and to shut that pretty mouth of his.


WinWin/Dong Sicheng

Originally posted by nctaezen

  • One word. Technology.
  • Need to fix something? He can do it. You need to hack into something? He already did that. A couple of grands from a foreign account? No problem!
  • Members are lowkey scared of him because he had hacked into their accounts multiple of times and uncovered some embarrassing photos, dirty secrets and so on
  • Likes to blackmail people with their sensitive information for money

Trying to beat him at online MMO games was bad idea but it was even worse when you actually won. He threw his computer out of the window almost hitting Jaehyung in the head. He soon got another one out from under the table.

“I would rather die but I will never let somebody crush me like that,” he thought, starting to track your location.


Mark Lee

Originally posted by sekaiveol

  • One of the first members to join the gang
  • Was the youngest at one point and everyone didn’t take him too seriously despite the long ass rides
  • When he finally got better at socializing, he also got better, actually really really good at investigations/infiltrations/collecting information
  • Taeyong often sends him out of the city for a job
  • Hates Donghyuck’s guts lowkey best friends

He met you while working in one of the coffee shops as part of his mission. The moment you walked in, you immediately caught his attention and what other way to get to know you better than to approach you head on.

“A coffee for milday,” he said, putting the cup down on your table.

“I didn’t order any.”

“I know,” he chuckled. “It’s on me.”

You just rolled your eyes and decided to take it. [x]


Huang Renjun

Originally posted by verdonewithyourshit

  • So smol, so soft, protect at all costs
  • If it wasn’t for Donghyuck he wouldn’t be here
  • He was like “Hey! There’s this gang and I’m in it, Mark’s in it, you’re in it.”
  • “Wait what?” he just blinked a few times.
  • And now he’s here, still a bit lost and not sure what he’s doing exactly
  • Not yet too enthusiastic about all this

He hasn’t met you yet or rather you haven’t (officially) because he has been hiding. He is very impressed but also afraid of you at the same time. When you try to talk to him, he runs away.

“Why does he run away? Is he scared or something?” you asked Jeno.

“He tells everyone that you have this strong aura around you and he can’t handle the pressure very well,” he shrugged. what does that even mean I have no idea


Lee Jeno

Originally posted by haecha

  • The voice of reason in the gang
  • Often questions what the hell are they even doing
  • “How can we call ourselves a gang? We’re not even intimidating”
  • “You can’t just say we are the mafia because you think it sounds cool”
  • Helps Taeil keep everyone in check
  • Secretly enjoys stealing cars and driving around, until he crashes them which happens soon after

He saw you sneaking around, trying to steal from them and casually approached you.

“I’m sorry but who the heck might you be?”

You stood up from the door you were about to pick a lock from and started walking in the opposite direction like nothing happened. He came up to you in quick steps.

“Oh no no no, you don’t get to leave as if everything is okay. Come with me,” he said, trying to drag you inside.


Haechan/Lee Donghyuck

Originally posted by haenyan

  • Is very experienced in making explosives because he has been researching them ever since he first saw a war movie
  • Likes to make a grand entrance when a fight with other gangs break out
  • Everyone tells him no to because it just draws more attention to them that way but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  • Thinks almost every person in the gang is a big loser
  • Except for Mark
  • He’s the biggest loser of them all
  • Even when he’s out on a mission, he calls him just to tease him

You walked into the mine field he set up for a test but he didn’t feel like blowing you up since he was in a good mood.

“Don’t move!” he shouted to you.

“I’m just passing by, what’s your problem?”

“I think you have more problems than me,” he said, pointing at the ground. You looked down and noticed a mine below your feet. 

“Is that what I think it is?”

“Yes.”

“And? Will you help me or will you just stand there?”

“It depends on what I can get in return…”


Na Jaemin

Originally posted by jaehyunsleatherpants

  • Despite being the youngest, he for some reason was really persistent to get into the gang
  • “I’m not taking in a bunch of children, this is not a kindergarten,” Taeyong said as he took him in how is he the leader? he’s too soft smh
  • Doesn’t talk much and doesn’t share what he’s doing (which brakes the rules btw but who cares)
  • The others have yet to find out what is the real reason the joined

You found everything that he does suspicious ever since high school, so one day you followed him and saw what he was hiding all this time. He noticed you soon after though. He grabbed you by the arm and sat you down in one of the nearby chairs.

“Now you be quiet and listen to me very carefully, if you ever as much as think about what you saw here…”

“What?” you retorted. “I’m so scared! What happens to me then?”

“You better not find out…”


All in all, NCT is not yet very well coordinated as a gang but they’re getting there 😂

About these hurricanes...

If you are anywhere on the eastern half of the country or are in Texas, put together your hurricane kit now.

I mean now.

For those of us in the path of Irma, it’s unfortunately too late to be able to guarantee preparedness even if money isn’t an issue for you; I know my county is entirely out of bottled water at this time.  But for those of you who aren’t in this situation, don’t wait until there’s disaster impending to stockpile these goods.  Prepare now.  And next year, prepare before the first storm is even named for the season.  I know it’s not cheap to assemble all of this stuff, but non-perishable foods can feed you in non-disaster times too, and bottled water keeps very well.  And even if you don’t have to worry about your ability to afford your hurricane kit, remember that money won’t do you any good if the goods you want to buy aren’t available.

And if you’re like my family with no bottled water left to purchase in your city, remember that tap water collected now is as safe as it was before Irma was declared.  Any foodsafe bottle, including cleaned-out soda bottles and milk cartons, can be filled with tap water and stored.