#more than anything they seem to loveeee to break accounts :)

[3amsnek]

saw your answer about stripe ask and i just want to say for anyone out there: don’t use paypal unless that’s the only option for you.

i made a paypal account and immediately, within a minute of making it, it got permanently limited and after days to contacting paypal they still refused to fix it (saying they can’t reveal why it got limited for their safety) and didn’t let me close my account. basically i can’t use my account and i can’t delete it either so my info will always be stored on paypal, which is ridiculous and not safe.

anyway, like i said, if you have another option besides paypal then use that because paypal sucks. be careful!

^^^^^^ no yeah exactly same hat (og ask)

I have a solid guess on why mine is dead so tiny psa if you’re making a paypal account & have legally changed your name in the past like year before that pls triple check that everything official is as consistent and already changed over as possible and you have new IDs already Before you make the account bc they’ll find one tiny thing that hasn’t fixed itself yet and shut you down for possible identity fraud no matter what you do :)

(also if you feel like you need to have paypal so you have an option for customers who don’t have a card I will once again recommend stripe bc I’ve discovered their direct email invoices allow you to accept bank transfers as a payment method (including internationally) so people can just pay using the online banking account their paypal is linked to without having to go through paypal)

#more than anything they seem to loveeee to break accounts :) #and then ghost you when you send them ids to try to fix it :) #like thanks man glad you have even more of my information now that was soooooo helpful /s #buddy I’m not some carefully organized crime ring im TRANS #I’ve also heard that if you Do manage to delete your p.aypal account it will probably never let you make another one so #I haven’t tried to delete mine bc it’s such a commonly used thing that I feel like I need to keep the option as open as I can #just in case shit changes in like. years. #which Sucks #so if it’s broken and they won’t tell you why trying to just start over will likely only land you in More trouble/fraud suspect from them #so we just get stuck in this stupid position #of them having our info and refusing to let us use their service or properly Stop using their service. wtf man #and the only way they say it can be fixed!! is by giving them more information!!! that they then ignore!!! #anyway. thank u anon for joining my anti-pa.ypal yelling team #for the record none of this frustration is at you at All im just tired & mad at paypal #support beams to you for that stupid website that sucks #snek asks #anon asks à la snek #edit: #ok i will concede that there is One good thing pay.pal has done: apparently it’s how we paid my baby doggo’s adoption fee 7 years ago #but that’s it

[onthepageoftears]

Worth It (Maeve Wiley x Reader)//Sex Education

A/N: Leave it to Maeve Wiley to get you out of your writer’s block…this took a bit longer than I would’ve liked but I hope you guys like it!

Requests:“loveeee your account btw :D imma request a Maeve x reader where the reader’s parents are super strict on her and don’t let her go out or drink or anything, and they say she isn’t allowed to go to the prom. So, Maeve and r make a plan to sneak r out, and they get drunk/high together..but r’s parents find out and are furious. maybe like a few part series?”

“hiii, Request for Mave x reader where they both get drunk and are super sweet to eahciher and reader goes on about maeve’s smile etc! maybe it’s at Aimee’s party n everyone is shocked to see maeve being all soft!”

Warnings: underage drinking, partying, language, flufff

Words: 1,172

Please Don’t Plagiarize My Work!

“We’re going to get caught.” You said, eyes lingering on the house behind you, your house, the one you just snuck out of.

A grin played on Maeve’s lips, the twinkle in her eye shining brighter in the night. “You’ve never done anything bad, have you?”

You shrugged, trying to ignore the smugness laced in Maeve’s words. She was right. You never did anything to go against your parents, and this was a clear break of their rules. You snuck out of the house. To go to a party. On a school night.

You were screwed.

“It’s this way,” Maeve said, grabbing your arm to tug you down a small path that lead to Aimee’s house. You nearly forgot that your parents would probably have your grave ready by the time you got back, instead focusing on the way Maeve’s fingers wrapped around your skin, on the way your cheeks flamed and your stomach churned.

By the time you made it to the house, people were already smoking and drinking outside, slurring their words as you and Maeve passed. You two walked through the door, greeted by the familiar top artists blasting from the speakers, making your way to Aimee’s impressive kitchen. In there it was quiet, but not by much. You watched Maeve grab you two some drinks, anxiously tapping your foot on the ground.

“Here.” Maeve pushed a cup towards you, her eyes soft. “You need to relax.” You nearly rolled your eyes at the cup. Wasn’t this so cliche? But with the way Maeve looked at you, you didn’t care. You grabbed the cup, taking a tentative sip, before scrunching up your face in disgust.

“This is awful.” Maeve shrugged, letting the corner of her mouth lift as you took another sip.

Ever since you met Maeve, life seemed a little brighter. Okay, much brighter. She made something spark in you, something that felt dangerous. She felt dangerous. And you loved it.

But your parents didn’t. They thought she was trouble, thought she would hurt you. They told you you should know better, that you would ruin your life by hanging out with her. But in your eyes, you would ruin your life by staying in your house every night studying things that didn’t matter to you.

And soon, you felt even lighter than before, the alcohol finally buzzing through your veins. Your body felt warm as you leaned into Maeve’s side, giggling about something dumb you just said. The room was smaller, somehow, and you felt like the two of you were so, so close. You looked at Maeve, who was smiling at you, and you couldn’t believe how pretty she was. You loved her smile, and how warm it felt.

“You love my smile?” Maeve watched you with an amused smirk. You just laughed, not realizing you had said it aloud. “You must be really drunk.”

“I’m not drunk,” you snorted, lolling your head onto Maeve’s shoulder with a smile. Instead of moving it, you kept it there, snuggling into the warmth of her body without a care in the world. You closed your eyes, focusing on the soft heart beat that echoed in your ears. Your face was flushed; your whole body was, to be honest, and even more so when Maeve trailed her finger along the side of you cheek to get some hair out of your face. You probably blushed, too, but your thoughts were too busy to be embarrassed. It was only when you felt yourself fading into a slumber that Maeve decided it was time to take you home.

She slipped her hand around your waist and pushed you gently, smiling at the way you frowned at the sudden movement. “Come on, love.” She whispered, tugging you by her side towards the front door of Aimee’s house.

“Leaving so soon?” It was Aimee, and her eyes flicked between the two of you, a knowing smile forming on her lips.

“Curfew.” Maeve answered shortly, hoping that her clenched jaw would make up for the blush that inevitably formed on her cheeks. Unlike you, she couldn’t blame her flushed face on the alcohol: she hadn’t been drinking that much, because she wanted to make sure she got you home at a reasonable time. Your parents hated her enough already, and sneaking you out was a bad idea in itself; but this way, if they caught you, they couldn’t be angry about the time. Maybe.

“Where are we going?” You slurred, eyes slowly taking in the surroundings as you leaned on Maeve for support.

“I’m taking you home.”

“Ew.” She laughed, at both your words and the way you scrunched your face up in utter disgust. You were drunk, but not really drunk, because she had only given you a small amount of alcohol. But with the amount of drinking experience you had, it was no doubt that what you had was enough to give you a hangover tomorrow.

Maeve suddenly felt guilty. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. She already knew your parents hated her, but they would be even more mad at you for going through with this. Before she could think any further, you were tripping over your own feet, nearly falling face first in the dirt. “I’ve got you,” Maeve chuckled, keeping her arm firmly around your waist for the rest of the way back.

When you two got back to the house, your drunken haze came to a halt. Your parents. How were you going to get in the house past them?

“I feel sick.” You held a hand to your stomach, silently wishing you would vomit, but nothing came. You cursed to yourself, turning to Maeve with wide eyes. “What do I do?”

She bit her lip, shifting her eyes to the house and back to you. “Walk through the front door?”

You laughed abruptly, surprising yourself by how loud it was. But you didn’t care. “They are literally going to kill me.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

“I’m not.”

Maeve glanced at you, and suddenly, you two were in hysterics. You were laughing for what seemed like hours, pushing each other in an attempt to stop the breaths that escaped your mouths. But once you start laughing with someone, it’s almost like you couldn’t stop.

You wiped the tears from your eyes and looked at Maeve, whose smile turned to a look of concern.

“I’m sorry if I get you in trouble.”

You didn’t know if it was from the alcohol or just a surge of energy, but you walked over to Maeve, placing your hands on her face and lay your lips softly on hers. She grabbed your hips, pulling you closer, and you hummed lightly at your closeness. After a few moments, you pulled back, smiling wide at the girl in front of you.

“It was worth it.”

And it was. Even though your parents had a near stroke when you returned, and you were grounded for three weeks, you couldn’t have asked for a better night.

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