wish i had money to fix it

anonymous asked:

Porny prompt kinda: Hannibal is NOT into daddykink but Will is. Hannibal will put up with anything for Will. Hannibal has to research daddykink. Hannibal is a missionary vanilla kinda guy, he doesnt even really like binding your wrists in silk, he has no idea what Wills getting out of this but it isnt a turn OFF and he doesnt have to do it ALL the time. I like Hannibal to be long-suffering. tired Potato murder-dad is my kink

Hi! It’s hard for me to imagine Hannibal not into it, at least in the whys and hows of Will’s sexuality, especially from a performance sake. ;) But I gave it my best shot and this is first time writing this particular kink! Hope you like. 

xXx

The first time it happened was a mistake.

Hannibal was fucking him. Pounding him into their bed rough and hard– just the way Will needed – the way he begged for. He might’ve been crying. He tasted salt, his face was hot and sticky. His dick was trapped underneath him, rubbing against the mattress and he knew he could come like this, without even being touched.

Hannibal breathed warm against the nape of his neck.

“Will,” he said. “Will.”

“Please– fuck– daddy.”

The word slipped out before he could stop it. Hannibal paused, for a fraction of a second. Will tensed but then Hannibal’s hands were sliding over his belly, his scar. He pulled Will close, anchoring him to his own body.

There was no space between them, just an impossible fullness that felt like breaking. Hannibal fucked Will so deep, stars burst behind his eyelids. Will sobbed, choking the word out again and again as he came, “daddy – daddy.”  

xXx

After they peeled apart, sweaty and out of breath, Will buried his head in the pillow. His skin felt two sizes too small for the shame he carried. Everything in him was straining and tight.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you’d prefer not to,” Hannibal said gently. “We could never talk about it at all if you wish.”

“That wouldn’t be very fair to you,” Will said, muffled into the pillow. Then, he laughed, because he actually cared about being fair to Hannibal, even after all the blood and bodies that had come between them.

There was nothing to be done about that now. The story spilled out of him. He had never told anyone.

“When I was 18, I came home from college to visit my dad. It was Christmas break but he wasn’t there. Turns out he got a call to fix a house boat up north. Big money.”

“I am sorry you were alone,” Hannibal said.

“It was okay. I was used to it. My dad, he sent one of his friends over with a six-pack. We just started drinking. I got really drunk. And Mike–that was his name– he fucked me. First time I had sex. Bent over the old leather couch in our living room.”

Will could still remember the couch creaking with their weight, the faded leather rubbing against his knees. Mike told him he was perfect.

Hannibal traced a foreign shape on Will’s back.

Will peeped up at him from the pillow.

“It was pretty awkward really. I was so shy. And embarrassed. But he was – nice to me. He made me feel good. He – even tucked me into bed after.”

“Did your relationship continue?”

“No,” Will said. “Never happened again. Guess he was embarrassed, too.”

“It’s not unusual to fantasize about this sort of encounter,” Hannibal said. “We can explore it sometime. If you like.”

“Would you like it?”

“I would like to please you.”

Will rolled his eyes. “That’s not what I was asking and you know it.”

“For years I imagined our relationship as platonic. I thought some boundaries would never be breached.”

“And then I asked to fuck you.”

“There is nothing I am not willing to try with you.”

Will buried his head back into the pillow. “I don’t know.”

Yet something in him had given a traitorous lurch at Hannibal’s offer. He knew he wouldn’t deny himself.

Not with Hannibal.

Not anymore.

xXx

Hannibal made them dinner. Will sat out on the balcony – watching the throngs of people below buying zucchinis and tomatoes across Eleftherias Square.

When Hannibal called him inside to set the table, Will had to rub his eyes. He blinked several times. The pot on the stove was filled with risotto. There was no meat in it.  

“A vegetarian meal. Never thought I would see the day.”

Hannibal smiled at him. Will was suddenly struck by how normal he looked, still dapper and refined in his linen suit but less – less intense than Will had ever seen before. Hannibal was comfortable, Will realized.

“There’s lamb broth in the risotto,” Hannibal said, raising one eyebrow. “Maria wouldn’t let me walk away without buying some.”

Will laughed at that. “Of course she wouldn’t.”

They sat down to eat together. The risotto was delicious, it practically melted on Will’s tongue. It didn’t help his distraction.  

He had felt better after telling Hannibal about what happened to him when he was 18. He didn’t realize how much it would help him and now he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Will pushed his food around aimlessly with the tips of his fork.

“The thing we talked about the other day,” Will said. He didn’t look up from his plate. “I’d like to try it. For real.”

“We should discuss your limits then,” Hannibal said, frustratingly nonchalant.

“You’ve researched this. Since we’ve talked.”

“I wanted to be prepared.”

“How Boy Scouts of you.”

“If you don’t behave, shall I punish you?”

Will blinked, then swallowed. “Yes.”

“Do you prefer ageplay?” Hannibal continued. “Or to be treated as you are?”

Will looked at Hannibal from under the dark sweep of his lashes, strangely nervous.

“Younger.”

“Shall we begin tonight?”

Will’s heart fluttered. “Yes. Please.”

“My beautiful boy,” Hannibal said. The praise made his voice soft, as smooth as a caress on Will’s cheek. “Finish eating. Then I will take you to bed.”

Will closed his eyes for a long moment. “Thank you.”

Homeward, Part Six

Pairings: Ward x friend!Reader, Danny x friend!Reader

Prompt: Reader is an abusive relationship with a member of the Hand and seeks out her childhood friends for help. (prompt by @rune-of-a-writer)

Warnings: Swearing, Domestic Abuse, Angst

Word Count: 2,786

AO3


Homeward, Part Six

“What? No!” you protested as you pulled away from Danny. He looked startled, and before he could speak, you explained, “I-I can’t impose on you. I’ll stay in a hotel or something.”

Ward snorted and said, “Right. Because you’re definitely imposing on Danny in his giant, multi-million dollar loft.” When you didn’t respond, Ward fixed you with an amused expression. “Do you even have money for a hotel?”

You opened your mouth to say of course you did, but then you closed it again, remembering you had left your wallet behind after your quick exodus.

“If you truly wish to stay in a hotel, I will pay,” Danny offered, even though it was clear he would rather you stay, and you immediately began to shake your head. “You’re not staying out on the streets, (Y/N). And you’re not going back to… to him.”

The disgust in Danny’s voice was very clear, and you could only stare at him helplessly. He gave you a disarming smile, his voice reasonable as he said, “Besides, Ward isn’t wrong. What’s the point of having a nice place in a fancy building if I can’t use it to help friends in need?”

You wanted to argue with him, you really did. But you were exhausted and didn’t have the energy to fight it. And truth be told… the idea of Danny in the next room while you slept was a sort of comfort and safety you hadn’t felt in months.

“Okay, okay,” you relented, giving him an unhappy look which did nothing to dull his bright smile. “But I’m taking the couch.”

“Not a chance,” Danny said, rising to his feet with that grin still on his face. “The bed is too soft for me, and I usually come out here and sleep on the floor anyway.”

You heard an amused sigh come from Ward, who was also getting to his feet, reaching for the jacket he had draped across the armchair he had been previously occupying.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Danny’s attention had turned to Ward, eyebrows furrowed.

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BIGBANG Quotes → Lee Seung Hyun                                                    

“I’m not the type of person to act one way in front of the camera and another when it’s off. What you see is what you get.”

Will I See You Again?

Request: An Usnavi angst please! Maybe they get into an argument and y/n storms out (at night)? And then she ends up getting hurt and Usnavi blames himself? Thanks!

Pairing: Usnavi x reader

Word count: 736 

A/N: First shot at Usnavi- I hope you like it! Sorry this is a little shorter than planned, but I’m willing to expand it if anyone wants to see more.

You stormed into the corner shop, fuming. All you’d wanted was a short trip to see your mother- a chance to get away from your feelings for Usnavi, mostly. But you came back to find the barrio in disarray- a blackout, Nina had told you. The worst one in a long time. And that wasn’t even the worst part. You’d had to hear from Daniela- Daniela- that Abuela was dead and Usnavi was leaving for the Dominican Republic.

Usnavi looked up as you came in, a smile instantly on his lips at the sight of you. “Y/N!” he called, “Welcome back!”

You ignored him. “You’re leaving the country,” you yelled across the bodega’s counter, trying your best to keep from crying.

The smile disappeared, replaced by a look of concern. He put down the cloth he was using to wipe down the counter. “Are you alright?” He asked.

You shook your head. “How could you?”

Usnavi looked shocked. “How could I? Y/N you told me to take a chance-”

“But not like this!” The counter felt like a barrier- almost bigger than the ocean he was about to leave across. You couldn’t lose your best friend- your Usnavi.

“Then what am I supposed to do?” The cloth was balled up and crumpled in his fist. You remembered you weren’t the only one who had lost Abuela Claudia.

“Stay,” you said softly, wishing you could add “for me”. You pointed at the shop in all its shabby glory. “Use the money to fix this place-”

Usnavi stepped closer, almost leaning over the counter. His shirt was rumpled and he looked tired- tired and lost. “Why do you care?”

Abruptly you couldn’t stand it. “I’m never going to see you again,” you told him and, despite yourself, your voice broke. “I can’t never see you again.”

You leaned across the counter and kissed him. You put everything you’d never told him- all the I love yous and I need yous in one desperate push. He froze. You pulled away, embarrassed. “I shouldn’t have done that.” You turned and left the shop, all but running to get away from Usnavi and his plans. Away from your heartbreak. You ran towards your apartment. You could leave too- find someone to stay will until you could move away.

“Y/N!” You heard Usnavi behind you, but you ignored him. “Y/N wait-”

The headlights of a car blinded you. A sudden burst of pain. You hadn’t seen the car until it was too late. The asphalt was hard under you, you noted. Your head hurt and your leg was on fire. 

Usnavi was standing over you. You thought he was crying, but the world was blurring enough that you couldn’t tell. “Y/N!” he shouted.

You woke up to a white room. The hospital, you realised. Your leg itched and your head still hurt, but it was better than before. You opened your eyes slowly- it felt like they’d been welded closed with all the sleepy dust. 

Usnavi was sitting in the chair beside your bed. There was a book in his lap, but it didn’t look like he was reading it. Instead, he watched you, his leg bouncing. As soon as your eyes opened fully he shot to his feet, the book falling unnoticed to the floor. “Y/N.” he sounded relieved.

“Did I get hit by a car?” you asked, remembering the headlights you’d seen. Your leg was in a cast beneath the bright hospital sheets, but everything else seemed fine.

“Yeah- I’m so sorry Y/N, this is all my fault-” 

“No- it’s my fault for running away.” You looked at Usnavi, rumpled from being in the chair for so long, and frowned. He was leaving today, Daniela had said. “Aren’t you supposed to be on a plane?”

“I changed my mind,” he said, not meeting your eyes.

“Why?” you asked, trying to ignore the rush of joy his decision brought.

He hesitated and, in the silence, you heard the clock ticking. “You.”

You pushed yourself up a little, so you were half sitting. “Me?”

Usnavi fiddled with his shirt. “I want to give us a chance,” he mumbled.

“You do?” You sat up properly, ignoring the dizziness that caused.

He smiled nervously. “Yeah.”

“And you’re definitely not leaving?” You reached out a hand. Usnavi took it, looking a little less unsure. You grinned, and his smile grew in response. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You’re always going to see me again, Y/N.”

anonymous asked:

omg please do the "please sign this petition to make our selfish dick of a landlord lower the rent and refurbish the lobby! what do you mean you ARE the landlord? fuck." AU omg it would be so cute

THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE YESSS 


Every part of Nico wanted nothing more than to shove the notice of the raised rent so far up the landlord’s ass, he would taste just how full of shit the notice was.

“I’m honestly five seconds away from bursting into the one Rent song,” Hazel muttered beside him. Nico gave her a confused look. “You know there’s this whole number where they sing about how they won’t pay their rent.”

“Or,” Jason intervened, “we could make a petition. I’m pretty sure we’re not the only ones upset with the raise in the rent. Plus, I heard some people complaining about how bad the lobby looks for guests that come to visit. We could add that.”

Nico scoffed. “Jesus. Not only does the douchebag raise the rent, he doesn’t even have the initiative to make the place look nice.” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “This is ridiculous. How many signatures do we need for that petition?”

Jason pulled out his laptop and searched. “It says we can choose. I say we get at least half of the apartment leasers. What’s that, about 300 signatures?”

“We could each take a hundred,” Hazel nodded. “We give it to the landlord and if he needs more, we get more.”

That weekend, Nico, his sister, and Jason worked together on how to speak to those in the apartments and how to get their position across. Nico didn’t think it’d be difficult getting people to sign. The rates of the apartments were starting to get so high, he wasn’t sure he’d have enough left over for bills and food. Being an adult sucked. And it sucked even more when other adults wanted to be dicks and increase the rent every three months.

When Monday came and Nico got off his shift, Hazel and Jason joined him and each took on a different floor to ask for signatures. Nico took the first, Hazel took the second, and Jason took the third. That should have gotten them most of the signatures, if things went well.

And they did. Several apartment owners didn’t even need to hear past, “Hello, sir/ma’am, I and a few other residents are collecting signatures to lower the rent-.”

Nico was feeling good. He’d gotten three sheets filled which was nearly sixty signatures. As he knocked on the next door, he could already imagine barging into the landlord’s office and shoving the petition in his face.

The door opened and Nico had to remind himself to close his mouth. The man standing against the doorframe looked like a supermodel.

He had honey golden hair and bright blue eyes, freckles splattered across his nose and cheeks like art, almost blending into the tan colored skin. He looked young and so absolutely perfect Nico had forgotten his reason for knocking on his door.

“Yes?” the man prodded.

Nico blinked and pulled himself out of his reverie. “Sorry,” he chuckled. “I’m a little tired.” He cleared his throat. “Anyway. Sorry to bother you, but my friends and I are starting a petition to get the rent lowered.”

The man furrowed his eyebrows. “Really? How come?”

Nico blinked in confusion. Did he really need an explanation? “Well… because it’s ridiculously high right now. It’s not sensible to ask for so much in rent when the damn lobby isn’t even in good conditions. We’re paying all this money to live in a shithole, and it’s time we did something about it.”

The guy smiled and leaned further against the doorframe. “Well, maybe they’ll fix the lobby. What’s the landlord say?”

“Nothing,” he answered. “The asshole is unreachable and I highly doubt he’ll fix anything because he’s a selfish dick that thrives off the payments of residents such as yourself more than likely to pay for his mansion and Jacuzzi or something.”

The man tilted head and frowned. “But… you just said he’s unreachable, how would you know that?”

“I don’t for sure, I mean it’s an assumption….” Nico was starting to feel uncomfortable. Why was it so hard to get this guy on board?

“Right, assumptions,” he mused. “Well, have you tried to contact the landlord?”

“Uh, no,” Nico admitted. “But I mean I already have sixty almost seventy signatures, and my other friends probably do too. It can’t hurt to lower the rent.”

The man puckered his lips, a gesture that distracted Nico momentarily until he said, “Huh. Well… try contacting the landlord about this and then get back to me with what he says. Then I’ll think about signing your petition.”

The beautiful blond smiled and shut the door, leaving Nico dumbfounded and offended. His signature wasn’t exactly necessary….But Nico was a prideful man, and the fact that this asshole neighbor didn’t want to sign only made Nico determined to get his signature.

He walked briskly down the hall and pushed the button to the elevator. He went down to the lobby and straight to the customer service desk. “Excuse me, can you tell me how I can contact the landlord?” he asked.

She furrowed her eyebrows. “Uh sure. One second.” She stood and went into an office. A few minutes later, she came back and gave Nico a paper with 1311A scribbled on it. “He’s not in the office right now, but I called and he said he didn’t mind if you paid a visit.”

“A visit?” he repeated.

She nodded. “His apartment.”

Nico raised his eyebrows in surprise. Who knew the guy lived so close. “Okay, thanks.” It was much easier than Nico had expected to get the information. He went back into the elevator and started down the hall, checking each apartment number until he reached a door with 1311A.

He knocked on the door and bit his lip. When it opened, he felt the earth sway beneath him. “Oh hey, you’re back,” the blond from before said with a smile.

“Holy fuck,” Nico muttered. One of the blond’s eyebrows perked up and his jaw clenched. All friendliness gone. “Y-you’re the…. You’re the landlord?”

“You mean the asshole selfish dick you were talking about earlier? Yep. Pleasure to meet you.” Nico gulped and felt his cheeks burning. As the enticing blue eyes looked him over, his face softened a bit. “Come inside, let’s have a talk.”

Numbly, Nico followed him into the apartment. It was just like his, maybe smaller since Nico shared his with Hazel. This one seemed to be a one room apartment. But it had the same tan, stained carpet, the same linoleum tiled floor in the kitchen, the same chipped wood at the counters, and even a missing drawer knob, the same burners on the stove, the same spider-web-thin cracks in the corners.

“My name’s Will.”

“Nico,” Nico answered softly, taking in the apartment. Will walked to his fridge and pulled out two cokes. He handed one to Nico and led him to the dining room to sit. “Uh…. I’m really embarrassed, if that… at all makes up for some of what I said.”

Will rolled his eyes and opened the soda can. “Honestly. I’ve heard everyone complain about things, but none of them have ever tried to reach out to me.” He shook his head and began chugging the soda. Nico’s eyes were drawn to his Adam’s apple as it bobbed up and down with each gulp. Then he quickly looked back at his eyes as he spoke. “I’m a grad student. I’m studying to be more than this. I inherited this shit job when I was twenty-two, because my dad couldn’t handle it anymore. Okay, I know the lobby is not nice to look at. I know the apartments all have major issues. I’m trying to work on them. I can’t do that on my crappy budget. I have loans I’m paying, I have tests to study for because graduate studies are not easy, okay? So yeah, I raise the rent to try and save enough to fix this place for everyone. Once that happens, the rent will go back down. I’m living here too, I’m paying expenses, I’m struggling too.”

Will’s face had turned a rosy color with his rage and Nico took a deep breath. “I mean… you have to understand, you don’t exactly reach out to anyone either. Everyone assumes you’re some old guy in a mansion three cities away bathing in money.”

Will scoffed. “I wish.” He glanced at Nico and smacked his lips. “Do you think they’d take me seriously if they knew who I was? I’m just a kid to most of them. Almost all the renters are at least five years older than me.” He shook his head again and sighed. “This is so stressful. I can’t have a normal life because I’m so worried about not ruining everyone else’s while also trying to make them better. And what do I get out of it? People knocking at my door unknowingly telling me I’m a dick.”

Nico slumped in his seat. “I’m sorry about that. I really am. I didn’t know.”

Will sighed and looked away. “Yeah, I know. It’s fine. I’ll try to lower it some, but I really need to get enough to fix everything people have left complaints about.” He rubbed his eyes and sighed. Nico bit his lip and chuckled softly. “What?” Will asked.

Nico figured he’d already embarrassed himself as much as he could, so he may as well top it off. “I’m just thinking… I probably blew my chances at asking you out to dinner, huh.”

Will pulled his hand away and his wide blue eyes widened as they looked at a very flustered Nico. Nico grinned sheepishly and to his surprise, Will’s cheeks turned red as smiled and bit his lip. Then he said, “You know, you should really stop making assumptions.”

animegamerchik  asked:

All the love!!!! It's such a shame though with he YouTube an the ad revenue! I just wish I could donate everything I had to support all of them!

I feel like the ad revenue is going to fix itself,
YouTube themselves is losing money now so I think they are gonna have to something about it

Advice I wish I'd had in September:

Stuff it would have been useful for me, a teetotal student village-dwelling English student, to know at the start of the year. 

  1. Winton highstreet is student-on-a-budget heaven, Bournemouth highstreet is a nice place to be but you will return with no money. 
  2. The ponies in the field next to the corner shop and the little wood that leads through to Slades Farm both fix sadness.
  3.  The Purple Lounge can be an excellent place to hang out with friends and you can even stay all night! but 1. It gets freezing in winter so bring blankets and warm stuff and 2. Taking whiteboard pens makes it so much more fun. 
  4. Geeky societies are not always what you expect but you can make just the best friends there if you’re patient and don’t leave with the first few waves of people who decide it’s not for them. 
  5. A lot of people you meet, especially in Freshers, are going to be considerably older than you and often from a foreign country. This  might seem a bit daunting but trust me it’s cool. 
  6. Even if you don’t think you’re religious enough, the chaplaincy are lovely and if you go to their freshers events you get free food and meet great people. 
  7. When there’s a huge puddle on the path to Winton just carefully walk on the other side of the railing, don’t try standing on the concrete bit of the railing and swinging yourself across because you will get wet and people will laugh. 
  8. The Student Village can be a maze for a while, double check the house you’re going into is actually your own before complaining that the key to your room doesn’t work to people who turn out to not be your housemates.  
  9. Some people will think you’re boring, but no one will force you to drink or go out if you don’t want to, don’t worry about it. 
  10. Don’t bring a toaster when you move in because there’s a chance you’ll end up with like 5 toasters.
  11. However do bring toilet roll and then buy it at every opportunity because it disappears like mad. 
  12. Cooking-wise you literally only need to know how to cook pasta , fry an egg and heat things up in the oven. 
  13. eating 25 custard creams in one go does not make up for skipping lunch and tea. 
  14. Making forts is always an appropriate passtime. 
  15. Don’t buy… basically any of the inclusive deals or cards or passes that they try and sell you at Freshers. 
  16. Always keep a hot meal you can make in less than 7 minutes in your freezer. Freezing fruit that can survive that is always a good idea. 
  17. Fresher’s flu is real and very horrible you will need to be a hand-sanitiser-wielding hermit for the first few weeks if you hope to avoid it. 
  18. Try to go to every lecture, try to do the right amount of reading, don’t fall too behind if you can help it, but sometimes friends and watching the sun rise is more important. Just not on the night before an assignment you haven’t properly started is due in. 
  19. It seems otherwise, but a lot of people don’t properly start making friends until nearly christmas, and even then a lot of the people you nearly make friends with in first year you end up not even on nodding terms with so just don’t worry about it things will happen when they happen. 
  20. Hoard change, especially £1 and £2 coins, like Smaug. You will need it to do any laundry, get around on some of the buses and purchase stuff from the vending machines when you’re in a study space trying to get an assignment done at 3am and everything else is closed. 
  21. The longer you leave taking out the bins the worse you will feel when anyone enters the kitchen. 
  22. If you’re doing something with friends and it’s after mid-afternoon, always take a toothbrush and wear clothes you could plausibley sleep in. 
  23. Take bottled water and some kind of energy food most places you go because it’s just so easy to miss meals and not realise it until you crash. 
  24. At least go to the first couple of PAL sessions to see if your leader’s any good or not. 
  25. Basically everyone is going to seem to be better adapted and more popular and organised and having more fun etc etc than you are. They will feel the exact same way about everyone else, probably including you. 

hung out w peter @crimelords who may be hypomanic right now , and he had some interesting things to say about several subjects

-we spoke about the word “chunk” and other words that sound like what they are such as “puppy” , “goop”, “omelette” and “plum” . Peter also began to repeat the word “chunk” and replace other more ordinary words with this one
-we spoke abt how we would spend inordinate amounts of money if we had it
-we spoke abt how to fix the world in three wishes
-we spoke abt what special skill set we would acquire immediately if we could
-pointed out many dogs

Peter quotes

-“chunk chunk chunk. I wish I was ira glass”
-“the worst thing I will do if I am manic is buy some suede boots on etsy and go Ooh Hoo”

Real talk: Duncan is still is the animal ICU. Fortunately his kidney function has returned to normal, and he’s eating and drinking again (his favorite activities), but it’s a new vet on today and his phone call was not super clear. Bladder is still distended, but that was the reason behind the foley, so not sure where the disconnect was.

I’m assuming now that they took the foley out but honestly who knows. Cats are way different than humans. 

I wish I had just taken him to the hospital instead of our regular vet last Wednesday. I spent a lot of money for them to irrigate his urethra and then send him home, without the problem being fixed. The original plan had been to keep him there and monitor ANYWAY, so I’m irritated that they sent him home right after.

The vet who called today mentioned ANOTHER ultrasound and possibly requiring surgery. 

Just signed up for 8 shifts at my per diem in May, on top of working full-time on stepdown. 

I have newfound empathy for my patient’s families, but now that I’m the “family”, I also see how easy it is to control myself and not be an asshole to the medical staff and constantly call them and ask questions. I’d rather they be working on my little guy, or another sick animal, than wasting their time on the phone with me saying “yeah, still peeing, no change”. 

No news = good news is a great concept.

As an update on my baaaaaw computer problems post I wrote last time, I’m gonna bring my laptop back to the shop later today after all. The keyboard is so 50/50 on working and always takes several minutes to come back to life that it’s honestly too frustrating to deal with even if ~technically I could if it were life or death ^^; But I mean, I paid for a full repair so why should I live this way????

I’m gonna try to get my money back with the shop I was using since they still haven’t fixed it and deleted everything on my laptop for no reason :/ And hopefully that works… Then I’ll bring it to the other computer shop near me that I also had bad experiences with but at least you talk directly with the technicians there and in fairness they never damaged extra parts on my computers or deleted my info???? Sooo wish me luck! I just what this to be over /o\ And I want a working computer again :(

anonymous asked:

if money wasn't an issue i'd fix my dad's vehicle and go visit an aquarium , let him go to his favorite places, be able to afford his medical bills, eat several different foods i've never had, learn new languages, purchase really cute clothes, spoil my cats and dedicate one room to play time things! and I'd finally visit my boyfriend and hopefully things will work out for us, then i'd have the money to get us a place in a nice area where we could work and live happily c':

That’s really sweet anon. I wish you luck in getting these things done, you deserve it all.

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Kat Blaque’s Dear Arielle Scarcella: Please Stop

Let me explain something really quickly, I have no interest in watching any more of Arielle Scarcella’s videos because I was personally v offended by another pair of her videos What Lesbians Think of Bisexuals and the accompanying Bisexuals Respond to “What lesbians think of Bisexuals.”  The fact was it was triggering for me on two levels, one because it was just like all the other microaggressions I’ve been subjected to in my life about being bisexual and two because the bisexuals featured in the second vid had prioritized the feelings of lesbians over their own feelings (hi hello that’s fucking gross to watch bi phobia internalized like that, I’m still trying to rid myself of lots of that crap). Fast forward to a few nights ago when my friend messaged me about Arielle Scarcella’s vid (on girlfriends tv), “Would you sleep with a lesbian with a penis?

The reason I don’t recommend watching Arielle Scarcella’s video is because she is a v popular youtuber with over 300k subscribers on her personal channel alone, plus 100k subscribers on Girlfriends tv.  Its basically a numbers game and you are giving her money to be transphobic.  Whereas watching Kat Blaque’s video will give you the perspective from a trans woman on how offensive Arielle’s video was and how it could have been easily fixed.

Finally, I wish I had the guts to make youtube videos, (I’m just too shy, I’ve tried making them before and it was a disaster) because I was so offended by Arielle’s videos. I feel like Kat Blaque has the guts I always lacked in both speaking out against a popular youtuber and just being so open about her personal life. But the moral of the story is that cis white monosexuals like Arielle never consider how much privilege they have and how intimidating it can be to confront or disagree with someone as popular as them. Arielle has a habit of attracting people who agree with her and only featuring them and always prioritizing her feelings (her privileged feelings I might add) over those of other marginalized groups. That isn’t how intersectional feminism works.  I really want you all to understand how much bigotry is rewarded on Youtube (Tyler Oakley is racist, Nash Grier is homophobic, Laci Green is transphobic), especially if you’re a white cis monosexual. So just to recap, don’t bother watching Arielle unless you really want to support her, when you could support Kat instead. 

Reminder this is their subscriber counts:

i know i just made a post like this the other day–yesterday?–but we’re in more dire financial need than i thought now.

my cat’s vet visit ended up being way more than what was estimated, and she’s okay but going in for yet another $100+ visit next week. we just moved so my dad hasn’t been able to utilize his usual source of income which is ebay, he’s disabled and hasn’t been able to get on disability because…well, the state sucks and is slow and constantly “loses” his paperwork. it’s not just moving making him unable to of course, we’ve both been mourning obviously and the depression just totally sucks up all your motivation.

speaking of how the state sucks, since my mom passed there was a mixup in the amount of food stamps we’ll be getting monthly. some kind of error happened and now they’re telling us we’ll only get $16 dollars a month. $16. my dads trying to get on it and fix it of course, but as i said–they’re slow, and in the meantime we’re nearly out of food stamps we had saved up. 

TLDR: my cat had an emergency vet visit, we’re running out of money for food, and won’t be able to make rent. PLEASE consider commissioning me, or donating to my paypal, inceppies@aol.com. if you send money to my paypal just submit me a pic of the receipt or the name on the donation and i’d be happy to draw something for you if you wish!

i hate asking for things like this but we’re really in a bad spot right now and need it this time. thank you so much for understanding!

details of an asteroid - part 3

for the phandom big bang 2015

Title: details of an asteroid
Author: dantiloquent
Artist: philslesters  (see the beautiful art here and here!)
Beta: blossomphan
Overall word count: 88,888 (hell yeah)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mild alcohol use, brief homo/biphobia, brief internalized biphobia, implied depression, some existential talk

Summary:  “If you think about it, aliens probably believe in us, too. We’ve got our own intergalactic cheerleaders.”
When Dan and Phil keep bumping into each other, they eventually give in to chance and start talking. Soon enough, Dan makes a home at the library Phil works at, and they talk about nothing and everything so often that there is no going back. The two survive the future just fine, until they learn the flaws of leaning the weight of your existence on someone else’s shoulders.

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Dan bumps into Louise, a bundle of sweaters and scarves, while wandering into town, and they end up entering the library together, laughing uncontrollably at a recent encounter of Louise’s as they do so. Spotting them from the desk, Phil scolds them with a finger to his lips, struggling to keep his mouth in a firm line.

As much as he likes catching up with Louise, Dan insists on doing his work, so they sit in relative silence while he busies himself with paper and a thesaurus.

After a few minutes, Louise twists to look behind her, leaning back to grab a book off the shelf. Dan’s brow is furrowed over one sentence.

Phil announces his arrival with a “I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.” Dan already knows what’s coming next. “Dan did it and he ended up on the floor.”

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tails & talons - what's a smell

You’re gonna love me for this one. Trust me.
Also, I wanted to thank you all for your sweet, encouraging messages and continued support and love for this story!:)
However, I have one favour to ask. I have never updated anything as often and quickly as I have this fic, so
please could some of you refrain from constantly bugging me to write faster and update more often? You get new chapters almost every day. Of course this goes to a very small part of the readers only, but please be aware that comments like ‘update!’ are not very nice and, frankly, quite discouraging. Thanks.
I really enjoy writing this fic and I want to continue to enjoy it.

Part (14) of my NaLu Florist/Tattooartist AU series
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Lucy was worried.

Well, not outright worried; it was more of an uneasy feeling deep in her stomach, a nagging doubt that kept clawing at her insides.

He hadn’t come for coffee break yesterday. Hadn’t even texted her.

And for some reason, she had not asked him about it. Maybe he regretted the weekend after all. Maybe he felt bad about his intrusion.

They had spent such a great day on Sunday though, lazing on the couch and marathoning a new show they had picked out together.

Once Upon A Time. And so, they had filled their day with fairytales and adventure. And more food. Hell, Natsu could eat for a whole crew. She had known that before, but it had felt all the more painful as she had watched him nibble away at all her own precious groceries.

Oh how she craved her next paycheck.

But more so she craved to see him again. Really, could she not go a single day without him anymore? It just felt so unusal. He had become such an integral part of her daily life.

Then why had he not brought her her Latte Macchiato yesterday?!

Lucy huffed, slamming a flowerpot down onto her table.

And today, it was her turn to supply them both with caffeine.

What was she supposed to do?

She wanted to bring him his coffee, of course. But did he want her to?

Maybe his lack of appearance yesterday had been a signal?

With a groan, Lucy tipped her head back, inspecting the ceiling. The wallpaper was coming off in the corner. Her dismay only grew.

Yes, she was doing it again. Overthinking.

She could hear Levy scolding her, wagging a reprimanding finger at her in her mind.

Stop overthinking.

If only it were so easy.

The little bell chimed, signaling a new customer. Good. Distraction was just what she needed.

“Welcome!” she called, brushing her hands off on her apron like usual, careful not to stain her pretty white summer dress with the strawberry print.

But she received no answer.

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Me: I found your girls’ movie, How To Train Your Dragon 2. When would be a good time to give it back? You still want it back?

Her: Keep it

Me: You sure? I know you said it meant a lot to them that they got it with their own money. It would take all of two seconds to give back.

Her: I’ve already replaced it.

Me: Oh. Sorry you had to do that. And sorry to have bothered ya. Have a nice day.


A girl I met at school, we had a whirlwind romance that seemed perfect. She lent me her two daughter’s movie, HTTYD2, that they had bought with their own money, stressing it was very important they get it back. A few months later she broke up with me out of the blue, saying she would still be my friend. She then proceeded to ignore every attempt I made to talk to her or be friendly. After almost six or seven months of trying to talk to her, or at least get her kids’ movie back to them, we finally had this exchange. I still don’t know why we broke up. She broke my heart, and a year later I still think of her regularly and wish I could fix it.

anonymous asked:

I still love you

Dean wished this was happening differently, that the two of them weren’t standing outside of Castiel’s house in the pouring rain like in some sickening romance movie. But this was his chance, it might be the last one he had. So as the rain dribbled down his brow and his eyes were captivated in Cas’, he said it.

“I still love you.” 

Castiel’s eyes widened, his mouth gaped a little and what seemed like hope glimmered across his features. “But you-”

“I know.” Dean clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. “I know what I said. But I thought you’d be happier with him. He has money, Cas, and he’s smart and kind and… everything you deserve. I’m a high school dropout that fixes beaten down cars for a living. I live on a mattress. You… I don’t deserve your love. At least I thought I didn’t. Until I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t do anything without crying. I can’t do anything, Cas, without wishing you were there with me. I still love you… and I don’t think I will ever stop.”

The two men just stared at each other as the rain kept thundering around them. Night had already swept across the neighborhood but the streetlights made Cas look more beautiful than Dean thought he had ever seen before. With every passing moment Dean lost a piece of the hope that maybe Cas would still love him, that he would forgive his ignorance and take him back. 

“I’m sorry-”

“I never stopped.” Cas took a hesitant step forward, his foot landing in a puddle but neither noticed. “I never stopped loving you.”

Dean didn’t wait before he closed the distance and pulled his lover into his arms. He closed his eyes to the weight of warmth against him and vowed to fight his damnedest never to lose it again.