This is going to be short bc i already have a post up explaining this situation, but I started having seizures, which led to medical costs I couldn't handle bc I have an autoimmune disorder that's been going untreated for years. I got the appts covered bc of an extremely generous friend on here, and had some additional medication costs which I thankfully had enough for. I've been applying to at least 10 jobs a day and had tons of interviews. I'm going through interviews and assessments for several jobs (got more scheduled for tomorrow) Then my card got stolen, and now I am screwed as far as rent goes, even if one of these jobs comes through like today we will still fall short because rent is due on the 1st and we don't get a grace period. I am trying to get the money that was taken when my card was stolen back, but I have been told to wait to hear back after submitting all the details, and have yet to hear back.
Dm me for proof or more details. I will do art for anyone who helps with this and you can commission me at my art blog @theartistrans I just desperately need to get rent. My roommates and I have a huge food garden planted and are working towards self-sufficiency, which we have no hope of if we can't pay rent.
PP -- $C -- V -- kofi
$45/$650
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Drinking with post war levi on the balcony of his apartment. Neither of you understood that his infamous liquor tolerance was tied to his ackerman bloodline, so he is buzzed after yall share half a bottle of whiskey.
It's quiet for a moment, you're staring at the stars reminiscing about how you two used to sit on rooftops and imagine what the world was like outside the walls.
You turn to face levi, who has been staring at you this whole time, and he gives you the biggest, dopiest grin you've ever seen him wear. His cheeks are flushed pink! And he's sunken back into his chair, legs spread like he doesn't have a care in the world.
You smile!! A little confused and flustered yourself, and ask what he's staring at.
"You," he says. "You're pretty."
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ssmiles’ tispy thoughts,, hard thoughts!!
you go out day drinking with your friends as well as beomgyu and his friends. the whole time you’re talking in the group, laughing here and there and cheeks burning up. but not just from the alcohol but from beomgyu continuously running a stray hand over your lower back and occasionally up and down your thighs, inching higher up your inner thighs and gving them a squeeze.
why can’t beomgyu keep his hands off of you? because of your short sundress with dainty flower prints. the hem sits halfway up your thighs when you sit down, inviting enough for beomgyu’s hands to wander on their own. he also loves the square neck on your sundress, the light from the sun casting shadows that accentuates your cleavage.
beomgyu can’t help it when he leans his chin on your shoulder, peering over the exposed skin on your chest and watching them intently when you move your hands as you talk to your group of friends. the other parties would have to be extremely oblivious of your sweet, tipsy boyfriend being a perv an not really hiding it.
and when a few hours have passed, your beloved tugs on the skirt of your dress, whining in your ear about how he wants to go home–which you agree to.
coming home with beomgyu’s plush lips smacking wet kisses all over your neck and chest up to the neckline of your dress.
“oh beomgyu,” you whine once his fingers scurry under your skirt, reaching for the hem of your panties and pulling them down your thighs.
“can I? please, please please?”
his begging has you melting under his touch, gentle fingers sliding through your slicked up folds and his lips nibbling at your earlobe. his broken moans contributes to your core leaking out more arousal until he pulls his fingers up against your nub. ghosting over the bundle of nerves until you give him the ‘go’.
“my baby’s been so needy today hm? think I didn’t realise earlier?” you hold onto his hard on through his cream cargos. the flimsy ones where you can see his bulge if it wasn’t for his baggy tshirt.
“mmph- ugh wan’ more baby.” his head’s thrown back, teeth grazing over his bottom lip.
“how embarrassing. you couldn’t contain it, and in front of our friends too?”
it’s your turn to ghost your lips and teeth over his neck, sucking, kissing and nipping over and around his prominent adam’s apple. incoherent words of begging and your name falls past his lips.
“gonna show me your fingers can do better than just skim over my skin like a perv?”
you watch his brown locks shake as he nods his head desperately. “gonna finger fuck you so good, gonna have you cum so many times.” he grunts through gritted teeth.
“go on them mutt. show me, don’t just say it.”
you let go of his bulge, taking a tight hold of his wrist and inserting his two slender fingers into your cunt, sinking them in further until they’re curved up the way you like it.
“that’s it baby, hah- that’s my good boy.”
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Literally, I think I'll be genuinely angry if we go some huge amount of time without ever seeing Yaz again. LIKE I CANT GET OVER: There is a Woman out there, who loves you so much. Sometimes to her own detriment, but God is she truly in love with you. You, The Doctor, are in love with this woman. You wished for forever with this woman. You regreted not giving voice to how much you love her so much, that it almost fucking fixes you're next incarnation. You! The Doctor!! have a whole lifetime of therapy, or whatever you quantify as that idk, in part to work on that whole "so emotionally repressive, its killing the vibes in the next galaxy over" and are back and traveling and whatnot. AND THAT WOMAN IS STILL OUT THERE!! If I were you, The Doctor, I would go tell that wonderful woman who loved me and stood by me when I was actively breaking her heart and pushing her away that I love her. That even if those emotions have changed in the lifetime I've been away, That there was a time that I loved her like she loved me. That I carry that love we shared still and what has become of it with me.
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