#and send me money

[yakourinka]

to the tune of "carry on my wayward son": slut slut slut slut slut slut slut, slut slut slut slut slut slut, slut slut slut slut slut slut, slut slut slut slut slut.

please note that i am swedish, and "slut" means "end" here. i would of course never call you a woman of ill repute. even if you are a turk.

next time just directly send me a racist soyjak so i won't have to read something like this ever again

oh this reminds me when i was like 13 i was really into korean mmos and my go-to character nickname was "rinslet", a character from an old shounen called black cat. her

one time i'm walking around in town and somebody in the public chat goes, "wait WHY IS YOUR NAME SLUT???" i didn't know that's what slet meant! in dutch apparently. i was so confused and sad

#also i just said my mother is a kurd the other day #if you're going to send me this dumb shit you have to keep up with my blogs #and send me money

[doodlebeeberry]

I think asexuals should get 100 dollars. I also think aromantics should get 100 dollars

#this is an invitation btw please send me money #I went hunting for a post like this but couldn’t find it. oh well my post now #rambles #I like that it’s ace week. always very happy whe it comes around :)

[lesbianonsteroids]

You're begging me to stop? Baby, I'm not stopping. You can take it, can't you? You are going to be good for me hmm? That's it, ride my fingers, you're doing so good princess

#wlw nsft #lesbian is me #lesbian nsft #sapphic nsft #lesbian #i need online friends #someone send me money

[inkskinned]

the car broke down by the denny's where you used to work and therefore could never return to. i am trying to pick out the satisfying parts of my life, one-by-one, like i am 12 and in a frog dissection. everything in my life all viscera and formaldehyde. if i can sort the good things from the bad things, i will have a nice clean pile.

i call you and make it sound like i am happy and hangin' in there! when really i am kicking a rock and i am outside without a jacket and i am so in love with you it makes the little bones in my ear shake. someone called my tinnitus an angel choir. i like that it means i carry the echo of every concert.

this isn't the right setting for love. this is a roadside, and a denny's, and i am nauseous and ashamed i never escaped the town where i grew up. the clouds here are this strange yellow, like spilled sour milk. "someone once told me that the orange coating on the teeth of a beaver is due to the particularly high rate of iron in their enamel," i tell you. "the beaver is the largest rodent native to north america."

your voice is crackly on the other end. i'm going into a garage soon, i might lose you.

what i should be doing is calling the tow truck and explaining that my brother's car (that i'm borrowing) (that i broke now, i guess) needs to be lifted by another, bigger, stronger car (which is love too, i guess).

i shouldn't say so much. i should wait, and let you ask about my mom, and ask if i ever got over that cold, or how it's going at work. i should let you lead the conversation, for once, so the love doesn't leak out of me into the gravel. i open my mouth anyway. "if you had to choose between being a beaver with very few trees or being a tree around a bunch of beavers, which would it be?"

i don't know. your voice always has this warm cast to it when you talk to me, but maybe i am just imagining that - i am a poet, though, so i imagine things sort of chronically. through the static, you sound like you're laughing. are you the beaver?

i know, like, logically, not to fall in love with a girl-that-is-your-best-friend. like, who would i even call if we broke up? you're my best friend, you're the person i'd want to speak to. so what if these last few months we keep sleeping over at each other's houses, calling each other for hours, sending each other poems. so what if you keep wrapping your fingers into mine. no best friends. that is the first rule. what you are supposed to do in that situation is leave the situation.

but my car broke down, so. where exactly am i going to go? the car is a very-old chevvy and also where i almost-but-not-quite kissed you after you'd raised one shoulder and looked up at me and said i don't know, i think i'm straight, but for the right person - i'd try anything. the music had been good and it had been raining and your thick eyelashes had made me feel god crawling up my throat like a spider. and i didn't kiss you, because i am a coward.

anyway on the chevy the whole exhaust pipe fell out, and is now scraping on the ground like one silver finger stroking the back of the highway. recently we were watching netflix in my bed and you pushed my hair back from my face like you were making the slowest, most desperate prayer, and then your boyfriend called. i remember us both jumping. i couldn't look at you in the eyes for like a week after. i kept feeling the heat of your fingerprint; computer science, you'd unlocked something dark in me.

google says the closest tow (joe's pick up) is 50 minutes away and also closed permanently. so that's not great. you live in another state and i should be calling my insurance company. i should be calling anybody else. this is not helping. i need an uber. i need to get moving. instead i say: "i need three words for a poem."

yesterday i said love you, goodnight after our 2 hour call like always and then you just, like. paused. all i could hear was your breathing. and then you'd said what a pretty three-word poem. i love you too, sweet thing. the words made my tinnitus act up again, and i must have some kind of synesthesia, because the sound travelled into my mind until it became the shape wedding rings.

orange, you say. the static is now chewing through most of your words and i only catch - borrowing the chevy -

the call dies. i have 12% battery. i never get the 3rd word, but i know you're still going to get a poem from me. actually this rest stop is kind of pretty, and so is the exhaust pipe, and so is joe's pick up, and so are the clouds. the light here is the color of a glue trap. before you worked at the denny's, we used to get milkshakes every wednesday and called it a friend date. you said you'd wanted to work there because it reminded you of me.

the sign's gone dim. the letters now spell out deny. and isn't that something.

#spilled ink #ty nat #ps if anyone wants to send me money for a car. you'll never guess what happened :')

[alphafemvle]

I don't really like summer but it suits me well 🌞💦

#personal #me #damn i'm hot #who wants to send me money #just for fun 🧚🏼‍♀️

[paper-mario-wiki]

ive been getting more sugar daddy scammers lately trying to court me which i THINK is a good sign because that means i might be getting closer to getting an offer from a LEGIT sugar daddy, who i would use to purchase more pre-9/11 technology.

#text #occurrence #any and all LEGITIMATE sugar daddies can and should send me money directly FIRST and allow it to sit for a full business month #thus making it much more difficult to refund thus creating trust #in addition #this would likely disqualify fraudulent daddies with stolen credit cards #since it'd probably be reported and refunded within the 30 day period #what im saying is give me $2000 and dont talk to me for a month and then i'll come to YOU #cashapp is $clowndepot #paypal is papermariowiki

[unpretty]

Can you post a link to your throne wishlist?

it has nothing but junk food and a caffeinated vape that is implied to taste like baja blast

#original #i had to add the baja blast caffeine vape because it was funny #it doesn't actually buy it though it just sends me vape money #so probably don't buy the baja blast caffeine vape

[aromanticbuck]

apparently this is the year for this...

Please Help Us Out With Bills

Currently, I'm virtually unemployed due to health issues and my employer all but refuses to give me short term disability pay because I don't have a diagnosis yet. I'm doing DoorDash as much as I can, which brings in ~$150 a week if that. It leaves my roommate, @kitthekazoo, to cover most of the mutual bills - like rent - virtually on her own. But that does mean she can't pay her own bills (like car and insurance) after paying the second half of our rent this month.

Like I said, I'm doing DoorDash around doctor's appointments and other activities, like school (which is paid for by my employer, who I still technically work for, I'm just on an extended medical leave - it's excused time off, but I don't get paid at all), but that doesn't bring in much. My checking account (where my DD money goes) is negative almost $400 because things keep taking out and every single one of those charges also incurs an insufficient funds fee of $31.

I would need ~$750 just to get positive enough to pay Kit back for my half of this rent payment. Plus I have my own bills to pay - car insurance, credit cards I'm desperately trying to catch up with the payments on, gas so I can keep doing DD, etc.

I know it's a lofty goal, but getting $1k by the end of the month will keep us sane and housed while I navigate my medical issues. Hopefully, after we run a few tests next week, they'll have a better idea of what's going on and when I'll be able to go back to work, and these money issues won't keep coming up...

I'll link my accounts below, including my etsy where you can buy some crochet projects from me if you want something in return for your donation! Or feel free to message me here or on etsy if you want something made that isn't listed in my shop.

Thank you in advance for any little bit, even if you can just reblog to spread the word. 💜

paypal venmo: amwallace95 etsy

so far: 230/1000

EDIT: I fixed the links!

#alex says things #mutual aid #signal boost #pls? #i feel so bad not being able to make money #because it stresses out both of us #but my credit union is determined to dig me a whole i can't get out of #so i'll just have a breakdown over here and try to keep it together #please reblog if you can't send money #or even if you can #we're so stressed and worried right now

[coolcoolcoolbutwtf]

Prompt Single mom Danny lols

Now if you told pre Danny zapped that he would be a stay-at-home single parent for two very young half ghost children at 17 he would have called you insane.

Well joke's on him right?

Now Danny, freshly 17, is changing de-aged baby Ellie while trying to make sure 6 year old Dan also de-aged doesn't burn down the mansion. Vlad's mansion in Gotham ei where they are currently living Dan! You put that flaming hand down, right now mister!

Oh and the weirdo's in glorified spandex are not helping Danny's blood pressure. He's only 17 and he's already got a head of white hair! Damn his parents and their stupid de-power ghost ray!

The bats heard tidbits of calls and currently thinks Danny is being kept captive by some rich meta who is threatening Danny.

Danny is the one doing the threatening around here." Vlad you behave or I sic the feral children on you!" Danny being the most feral of course does most of the damage.

#Single mom Danny #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #baby ellie #Smol child Dan #Danny raising Dan & Ellie with money #he gets from Vlad #Danny: You are the reason they exist! Take responsibility and pay child support! #child support #Bitch that's a Mansion #Danny just shoots Vlad a text like 'send me some money for the kids' and Vlad just sends an disgusting amount. #Elli and Dan got hit with the de-power ghost ray and got de-aged #fanfic promt #for everyone #including myself

[prettybunnyposts]

wanna smoke with me?<3

#come talk to me #stoner babe #bd/sm daddy #bd/sm community #dm me #lets chat #nsft photos #queer nsft #bi nsft #queer ns/fw #daddy k!nk #tip me please #send me money #send me asks #send me dms #send me anons #send messages #lets talk #message me #lets be friends

[thattouceyboy]

This is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do for my pride, and I know that it is a long shot. I am taking the biggest shot in the dark that I have ever done, and I hopefully will never again in my life need to do this.

My name is Severin. I am going to be homeless soon if I cannot find some way to gain money, and I am making this post to beg on my hands and knees to find help.

You can message me for the links to help, as I have no follower base and I'm afraid this post will disappear entirely if I try to out in a link or tag it in any way. If you'd like a tarot reading, I can do those. If you'd like a piece of writing, I can do that. I'll edit your school paper. You do not need to send me anything for nothing, if you want something in return I will do what I can. But I need help. What I need in the long run is $2,550— what I am asking for is $500, even $100 cumulatively from anyone, anywhere around this site who has anything to spare.

I know this is a long shot. I know this is the site of disabled queer folk who have nothing for themselves. But I am hoping against hope that if I swallow my pride and put this out there, I will be able to scrape by without ending up homeless.

Please reblog if you can... I know most of us don't have money. I'm just trying to not be out in the literal cold for a Canadian December.

#mutual aid #community aid #tarot reading #writing commisions #please gods let there be someone who can help. i know what i am asking. please no one feel obligated i just dont want to freeze to death. #i will give a breakdown of what the money is for if asked i just. i cant bring myself to put it out there like this. #also if anyone has tag recs to grt this out there...please send them to me