Buy me a coffee
THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR LIKE TWO HOURS ASKING FOR THINGS IS LITERALLY MY WORST FEAR BUT FUCK IT WE BALL
my mum could really use £30-40 for groceries. We've spent a lot of money fixing stuff this month like replacement pipes and central heating (that really should be our landlord's responsibility..). She only has £150 left but we've still got bills to pay later this month so not much to spend on food and other necessities. Universal credit + her wage doesn't get paid until the end of the month (something is coming next week too but idr) 🥲
Usually we ask family and close friends for borrowing money but no one has been able to lend any aaa
No pressure to donate whatsoever — but if you have some extra money, any support would be greatly appreciated mwah <3
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lol finally got around to watching the fnaf movie this past weekend after not being able to do it earlier due to various sucky reasons. I could ramble on about a lot of stuff surrounding things and whatnot probably but I won't so I'll just get to the point: I loved it so much, as a longtime cringe fnaf nerd it was a great time had yessir
unfortunately though I'll be honest, this may or may not bring back my fnaf phase once again, for better or worse
so uh yeah, beware the possible upcoming potential unrelated weird cringe au-based buns and bears-shipping once again maybe lol frick
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I’m not a human writer who writes a fantasy story about a boy saving the fae realm, I am a fae chronicler documenting a part of my people’s history
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Okay I must get the answer to number 34 of the writer asks
34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:
All grammar is fake, this one is extremely funny when you use it wrong, but still, I stand by any and all disrespect for the English language.
"You're not following the rules." Good. I hope English breaks down, I hope cursive goes extinct, I hope the idea of what qualifies as "real" and "proper" language tears itself apart, I hope we die, I hope we both die.
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i go through these phases where i sit around thinking "i wish someone would send me an ask about [completely specific thing]" or "i wish someone would prompt me to write X" instead of just... writing that thing..... when it's my own blog and ao3 account and both tumblr and ao3 are Do Whatever Weird Shit You Want websites. i can't be alone in this, because it seems like kind of the same internal mechanism behind those "send me a number!" ask games and the "tagging so-and-so" posts. idk. just thinking out loud about why it's more comfortable sometimes to share thoughts and be creative if it's partly someone else's fault.
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if you tell the american prof you’re “auditing” the class, it sounds like that would be the US equivalent—bc auditing is basically just sitting in on the class. depending on the student and prof, it might include varying levels of coursework/participation as well
omg thank you that's really helpful! rn im waiting for her to get back to me but i'll keep that word in mind!
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unprompted.
& so we finally meet, lord de rais. just a pair of pawns on this dreadful chessboard where each square is blacker than black itself — @livingecho.
❛ von hellbert, in the flesh. i never thought i’d see the day, ❜
teeth flash, canines sparkling, as henri reaches out & grasps vissarion’s hand, as savage a gentleman’s greeting as there has ever been. they are rare creatures indeed, each towering head & shoulders above almost all others in the room, & the businessman’s hand fills henri’s own as no other does, allowing him a moment of unrestrained power as he squeezes & shakes. the bite of a rabid dog would be gentle in comparison, & henri’s grin turns wolfish, as if he finds himself anticipating something. a wince ; a flinch ; the sudden snap of bone ; he watches vissarion’s face carefully for any sign of weakness, until something within him is satisfied, & he withdraws, pulling his own hands away to clasp them behind his back.
❛ it thrills me to find you as eloquent in person as you are in your letters, sir. you would be surprised how dull people can be when you find yourselves face to face, ❜ his words are quiet, meant for vissarion’s ears only, swallowed up quickly by the smoke & sound of the club they find themselves in, & his eyes flash, inviting, beguiling.
❛ all this noise, & for what ? come with me. i’ll find us a private room, fix us a drink, & you can tell me what’s finally brought you all the way across the world to us. or should i say, to me ? we both know that no – one else here can give you what you want, surely, ❜
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are you really getting mad at george playing in a charity thing thats been prepared for months now before getting news of his visa
no im getting annoyed over having to wait longer and also dream having to wait longer be serious
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