the thing about having been really broke. averaging $500 a month in a good year broke. using a gamestop credit card i shouldn't have qualified for to buy taco bell gift cards for food broke. is that i am SO bad with money. i have a degree in accounting and i am so bad with money. i do not think of myself as superstitious at all but money feels so cursed. not in a spiritual way, i mean literally. practically.
having 'too much' money feels so bad. money is a thing you spend as soon as you get it because it's so cursed. the more it is the more cursed it is. i save too much money and bad things will happen that cost all my money. money is a thing that summons expenses. if i have no money and the car breaks down i find a way to make it work. i scrounge and resell and pass the hat and talk to my mom's friend's friend who knows a guy and in the end i'm so relieved to be right back where i started. but if i were saving my money for a new computer and then the car broke down, the money is just gone. i spent the money i saved for a thing i wanted on a thing i needed instead and after all that hoping i'm right back where i started.
i get a windfall and i set the money aside because if i'm careful that's enough to pay for gas for months. but then i need to pay for heat and i apply for assistance and they look at my bank account and see i have money and now they won't help pay for heat. soon it's just a habit. i get the money and i spend the money. immediately, as soon as possible, get this money away from me. don't even save enough for cigarettes. i can find money for cigarettes, somehow i can always find money for cigarettes. cigarette money is a weird magical fake money i summon from dark corners whenever i run out of cigarettes. i don't know how it works either. i've tried to summon the cigarette money for things that aren't cigarettes and it never works. just get this out of my bank account. get it out of here before something notices there's money here.
anyway i'm working on it but god it's hard
5K notes
·
View notes
Boom superhero au stuff. I have school tomorrow so I'm going to do this relatively fast.
By the way, sorry this looks so bad, but in my defense it's like 2am in the morning.
The prompt was "this seems like a bad time to fall in love"
Did I make Midna work under dark link? Yes
was Midna tasked specifically to kill or kidnap Twilight? Yup.
Does this mean their are other people working under dink going after the others? You bet.
Is Twilight completely in love with this woman who's trying to kill him? Of course.
Would she actually kill him? Maybe?
I'm sorry but i just loves the idea of Midna trying to kill Twilight and Twilight just using the worst pick up lines because his brain short circuits every time he sees Midna. Bro her hair took me so long. It's painful.
Anyway here's a short fic for funzies
The air was a bitter cold, biting at his skin, whipping his hair around, clawing at his clothes, blowing it's cold winter frost up and down his arms.
Hylias sake, Twilight hated winter. He hated the cold, the thing where snow wasnt sticky enough and just made slush on the side of the road, he hated how the radio stations started playing Christmas music too early, he just hated all of it. If there was one upside it was that he had a excuse to stay in his house more days then not. Patrols were always shit though. Chasing criminals between alleyways, with the snow soaking through your shoe. Fucking horrible if you asked him. Sky of course, though winter was great. Thinking of hot chocolate and snowmen. Time however, the only other one in the facility Twilight ever talked to, agreed with him. Winter was overrated. Maybe Wild would have a new opinion on the matter. The kid probably liked the snow. Actually, knowing wild he was probably one of this kids who put rocks in snowball on purpose. Little sociopath. Twilight wouldn't trade his protege for the world, but being the number 3 hero and mentoring a illegal vigelate was- eventful to say the least. He continued thinking about inconsequential things, in a attempt to distract himself from the biting chill setting in his fingertips as he walked to his house. Abruptly, his train of thought was cut off as he was flung to the ground. His reflexes saved him from slamming his head on the concrete, but as good as his reflexes were, whoever had thrown him was better. In two swift movements, they were above him, crouched over him, and in the nest he was pinned to the ground, a boot digging harshly into his shoulder blade. He winced at the pain, trying to jerk out of his captors hold. But as as soon as they looked down at him he froze. She was gorgeous. That was his first coherent thought. She had dark russet eyes, complementing deep brown skin. Thick hair curled around itself twisting above him as she looked down with curiousity. "So your the one he sent me after?" her voice was tainted with disappointment. "Pity, i was expecting you to be a bit more-" a pause "competent." normally such words would have offended him, but as he was, he was trapped in the hypnotic vortex of those eyes, sparkling with a deep mischief. There was a prolonged silence as Twilight's deconstructed brain tried to form some semblance of any word. She shifted slightly uncomfortable with the tension in the air. "Well? Say something!" she demanded she paused with a slight chuckle at the man's awestruck face. "Or am i too beautiful that you've no words left?"
7 notes
·
View notes
If there will be a Let's Go Johto, in the same art style of Let's Go P/E but with the regular battle system like in all the other main games, it'd be the best pokemon game for me. Even topping black/white 2.
Let's Go P/E is sooo fucking beautiful and just captures the child like universe of the pocket monsters perfectly.
I'm not a genwunner but man, those games are gorgeous and I appreciate them.
1 note
·
View note
again life loves hitting me in the knees and then snapping my shins in half by throwing a wave of unfortune my way by the most stupidest and inconvenient means possible
not even by affected friendships or broken bonds or whatever but by first killing my barely-1-yo-tablet by giving it the gift of image ghosting, during the great timing of my first membership subscription to artfight
then life loves pissing on my obliterated legs by shoving a bug underneath my desktop monitor out of all fucking things, only removable by slamming an electric toothbrush at it and hope for the best, OR by unscrewing the whole fucking ordeal, OR by dealing with permanent ''dead pixels''/''haha so funny it's a bug! i'm a quirky redditor and i love posting overused jokes in a stupid reddit thread'' for the rest of my life until i get a new monitor
0 notes