#since I am the one who has time to pay the bills and get groceries and shit

[gamchawizzy]

❗️Mutual Aid Needed🦐

Hello hello, I am Woz, I am a trans guy from the global south, and outside of my day job in corporate, I am an artist. I am the breadwinner of my family, and I also get my younger sibling through school.

For a little more than half a decade I have been suffering with bad mental health and suicidal thoughts, on top of trying to keep my family afloat with what I can earn.

I work two jobs to earn money, on top of tabling at conventions to be able to earn extra on the side. I am the one who pays all the house bills, some groceries, often having to send money to my sibling for school and sometimes tuition. Due to the constant pressure from overworking and the abusive social environment I have been exposed to for the longest time, I am now experiencing bodily pains, shortness of breath, headaches, worsening eyesight, and worsened depression as I clock in 10-15 hours almost daily (including weekends and holidays) trying to make ends meet.

I’m humbly asking for your help so I can get proper healthcare, which has been out of my reach for the longest time due to poverty. I was hoping to be able to afford help a few years ago, as soon as I got a job, but ever since the pandemic, the local price hikes just kept going, and going, until the matter was off the table entirely. The biggest reason why I am trying to get this moving now and as urgently as possible is so I can still receive treatment while I am still mentally and physically able to take charge of my own health. 

While I’m still more or less able to function well enough to work, I recently escaped an abusive situation, which was one of the biggest causes of my misery. The fallout from this event brought on a severe impact on my mental health and I was subject to a cult-like shunning by my old community. This has caused me to develop suicidal thoughts again, which eventually led to several self-delete attempts, the latest of which almost succeeded had I not been caught at literally the last second.

At the moment I am stable again and in the hands of trusted loved ones, but I still do not have access to professional help and I don’t know how long this stability will last and the next thing might cause me to spiral again.

We already did some research on getting local help and have a plan in motion, all we need now is the funds to carry it out. The bulk of it will be for the initial consultations and possibly medication, and we’re hoping to have enough to get the ball rolling for a couple months’ worth of treatment as I get myself back on track.

The initial process will be the most expensive as I am suspecting to have an undiagnosed condition that I would like to have checked, as well as possible medication. I do not have a disability ID yet (but I plan on getting one once I get a dx on paper), so we may have to pay full price for initial treatments.

Currently, my primary goal for this would be to achieve psychiatric help, diagnosis, medication, and therapy.

If I’m able to save up for a few months of maintenance and still have extra left over, my secondary goal would be to finally get my knees checked, as I have chronic pain and the occasional kneecap dislocation in them. This has been left unchecked for more than 15 years due to both poverty as well as being outright denied healthcare by the adults around me due to them downplaying the problem. I am nearing my 30s soon. While I’m still able to walk and engage in physical activities without the use of mobility aids, I fear that the complications from this condition if left untreated will only take a turn for the worse as I age.

Direct ways to support me:

Paypal:

Ko-Fi:

I have prints! You can pick up some of my art here:

We do not have a set price goal in mind as it will be a months-long process of beginning treatment and maintaining it, but rest assured all funds received will be set aside for the purpose of my healthcare and well-being only.

I still cannot escape many factors of my life that continue to hurt me, but I am hoping that continuous treatment, therapy, and support will help keep me going so I can keep my family fed without me having to worry about my own health.

Any donation, big or small, helps me so much! Even just a dollar/peso helps, shares and reblogs too! PH Moots, feel free to ask for my GCash in private!

Thank you all for reading! I’m always grateful 😭🙏❤

#mutual aid #mutual assistance #reblogs appreciated!! anything helps 🥺 #No deadline on this - we are hoping to start as soon as March/April but happy to keep receiving donos 😭 #so sorry about all this but yeah it is a big reason why i haven't been drawing outside of work nowadays. so many Bad things added up

[autistic-danvers]

Since my blog has become one long mutual aid request the last month or so, I thought I’d go into a little more detail about my situation this time around.

I lost my disability at the beginning of the year and am unable to work bc of chronic illness and a host of mental issues on top, so my wife and I have been relying on her income while I work with a lawyer and all my doctors to try and get it reinstated.

That alone was more than enough to knock us totally off stable ground but on top of it, also at the start of the year I had a family medical crisis that has caused me to have to come back to my hometown and take care of my father for at least the next 6 months and now, not only are we down to one income but we have bills in two separate states along with trying to be able to see each other every once in a while.

My wife’s family has been helping us where they can but they’re also not very well off, and on my side the only family I have is my father who cannot help in any meaningful way either.

I guess this is just one of those things where one disaster after another keeps hitting and I’m struggling to just keep my head above water. Almost 10 years on this site without ever engaging with calls for mutual aid and now I seem to need it constantly; as much as I know it shouldn’t, it feels very humiliating to keep begging for help from people but I’m at a loss for what else to do.

Rent is coming up soon along with trying to get groceries, my phone bill, and utilities taken care of, so I’m going to once again post my PayPal here and pin it to my page, along with my heartfelt gratitude to every person who has helped me recently even just by reblogging my posts. If you have even a couple dollars you could spare to help me reach my goal of $500 for the rest of march and april, you’d certainly be helping me survive.

446$ out of 500$ ❤️

#mutual aid #donation #chronic illness #community aid

[charmingpplincardigans]

How’s everyone doing? I’ll go first, I’m bad!

I have been ~*~struggling~*~ since mid-September and in the last two weeks it has just gotten unbearable. I feel like I’m drowning all the time. I’m having trouble keeping up with and reaching out to people I want to talk to. And that’s like, on top of always having been bad at getting back to people. *stares forlornly at the ask Chaz sent me like, literally two years ago that I think about daily but just. haven’t. RESPONDED TO.*

Things are just. Closing in on all sides unfortunately. I’ve been sick several times. I bounced this month’s rent check. A thing I had NEVER DONE BEFORE IN MY LIFE before this last move. My job is literally never going to pay me what I’m worth. Or anyone what they’re worth, frankly. I broke down in front of my boss the other day and just sobbed for an hour because after I pay my bills every paycheck I have just enough left over to buy groceries for two weeks, if I’m careful, and little else. Which means I’m putting stuff like gas on credit cards, which isn’t helping the debt that makes me feel like drowning in the first place.  I’ve been at this job SEVENTEEN YEARS. A steady, corporate job. And I’ve never once in my entire time there made an actual cost of living raise!! The cost of living just keeps raising without me! (And also everyone else, I know!)

I’m super overdue on getting people the art they commissioned from me, but my brain just hasn’t been in a good enough place to create much of anything, and I keep thinking I have to get this done and then thinking they deserve better than this, around and around on a loop ad finitum. And there are a couple of other things going on personally that just fucking blow that I don’t know how to fix and I’m just gonna choke on it.

I haven’t done any fandom stuff since NYCC. I haven’t written on my WIP. I haven’t read fic. I don’t check in on the madness happening on twitter. I’ve barely popped my head into my favorite pirate group chat over the last five months or so. I miss doing all of that so much and my stupid brain is so broken that even when I try I can’t enjoy it.

Shit. I’m having a hard time getting work work done. I just sit down at my desk every day, answer emails, and then spend five or so hours frozen with anxiety because there’s too much to do and doing nothing is only making it worse every day.

I need to be back in therapy ASAP, but unfortunately you can’t eat therapy so I can’t pay for it!!

And I feel guilty saying any of this to almost everyone I would usually talk to. (Congrats and condolences to the rest of you!) Because they’re having a harder time than me. Or because they’d just want to give me a bit of money about it, which would fuck me up even more. Or because it’s just tedious and boring and no one wants to listen to me talk about this over and over again, even though it’s all my brain does every hour of every day. It’s a wonder I’m ever able to talk about anything else.

My boss is pretty great, in spite of it all. She’s constantly supportive (to the extent she can be), and she just. She tells me all the time how creative and wonderful and smart and cool to know I am. And every time I just like, tear up, because none of it feels true. But I also tear up when my friends and my partner say those things too. Because to me, a full grown adult without a savings or a 401K or the ability to like, go get drinks just because I want to, I feel like a complete and utter failure.  So like. Whatever I guess!!

I need to find a new job that pays me way more. Then I can get a therapist to fix my brain and save money to pay down my debts and have money to have fun with my friends and not feel like a constant financial burden on everyone. Then I can have the brain power back to maybe work on my fic or complete that art or like, I don’t know, talk to the people who actively want to talk to me. You wouldn't think that part would be so hard, but it really, really is.

I’m working on it. I’ll keep working on it. I have LinkedIn open right now. I’m gonna fucking sob through it, but that doesn’t mean none of it will get done.

In the meantime, if anyone knows of a good way to make a quick $30 grand, I’m all ears.

#no one cares kl #it's an old-fashioned two am post #at four in the afternoon! #that's how bad things are! #all my shame units are being used so i don't have any to spare #on whether or not i should be messy in public!!!

[gentrychild]

If the ask game is still open: When Inko saw that the thief Takami was caught by Endeavor, she immediately went to look for her friend from the orphanage, Tomie.

1 - Tomie and Inko learned to sew together. The orphanage they were at wanted the children to acquire all the practical skills they could get and while every children learn to knit, Inko loved sewing and tailoring clothes while Tomie learned to embroider for fun. This is important because when the Takami thief was arrested, there was a patch of a very beautiful and very specific embroidery on his jacket. Since Tomie absolutely sucks at choosing romantic partners, Inko immediately realized that Tomie had moved in with a hitman. And not even a good one at that.

2 - She goes to the town where the Takami thief was found and wanders a bit until she finds Tomie and a five-year-old in the streets. Tomie tells her that her honey was arrested. The child is barefoot. Inko buys him Endeavor sneakers (they are cheap and good quality and he is incredibly happy about it) then brings everyone in her tiny apartment. Baby Keigo is the perfect roommate who cleans the apartment, catches birds and tries too cook them and Inko keeps telling him that no, it's not necessary. Tomie is not and Inko, fed up, tells her to GET A HOLD OF HERSELF. When Tomie asks her if Inko is going to kick her out if she doesn't, Inko tells her that no, she is going to kick Tomie's ass. Tomie 100% believes her, leaves, and she comes back in the evening, she announces that she had found a job and that she is going to pay half of the rent and some of the grocery bills now.

3 - Inko heavily suspects that Tomie's new job is absolutely not legal but she is poor and doesn't care much about illegality. It happens that Tomie is making a lot of money and she expects her to move out in the next week but Tomie is finding out what it's like to live with someone actually nice to her, is nice to her son, and let's be honest, Inko is an excellent cook. However, about a week later, some strange woman with a bullet wound in her stomach breaks into her home and passes out in Inko's bathroom. When the HPSC comes knocking to ask them if they have seen the awful sniper hero who killed the HPSC President, Inko throws a crocheted blanket over Kaina's limp form and lies through her teeth because she doesn't trust the government.

4 - They take a bigger apartment because Kaina also doesn't leave. Inko wonders if she is turning into one of those crazy cat ladies but with people technically on the run from the law. Tomie is still working as a very efficient look-out for criminals. Kaina isn't killing anyone lately but she acts as security detail for people who also work in the underworld. Inko has finished her studies but found out that there are more money to be made making reinforced clothes for the black market than hero costumes in the hero industry. Keigo is so happy that his mom is happy and that her aunts love him. (Aunt Inko even chased a HPSC recruiter with a slipper on two city blocks!)

5 - I will pass over the fact that Inko got a fling with a guy that turned out to be the boogeyman of the underworld, that Tomie and Kaina will never live it down and that Keigo cried the first time he saw Izuku because of how tiny and squishy he was. Instead, I am just going to say that their new neighbor moved in with her children in the apartment next door but her eldest accidentally burned the wall separating their homes down. At first, they put a curtain but soon, Himura Rei and her kids joined the little tribe.

#5 headcanons game #closed ask game

[thesapphireprincess]

My Next Boyfriend.

Hey Dolls,

I was doing some thinking and I realized that I really want to go traveling next year but I don’t want to pay for it myself. So I had a thought and I am manifesting my first wealthy boyfriend. Honestly it’s simple, I want my next boyfriend to have a career where he has to travel to other cities and countries around the world and live there for multiple months at a time. He has a job that has to do with international business or something. He’d obviously have to be living here in order for us to meet and since I live in a big city the chances of us meeting are very likely. He’ll see me I’ll be his dream girl and he’ll introduce himself and ask me to lunch or dinner. We’ll connect, he’ll fall madly in love with me ask me on more dates and we’ll date for a couple months and then he’ll ask me to travel the world with him. He has been living in the dfw for work but now it’s time for the next city and it will be in a different country. I’ll look back at when I first thought to manifest this and do a little happy dance. He’ll pay my rent until my lease is up and give me a certain amount of money so that I can have a security if things don’t work out.

I totally believe this will happen and I will meet him this year because I’m not dating or accepting any man who doesn’t have a career like this. It’s that simple. Living in a big city gives you loads of opportunities. I’m gorgeous, Tons of men have careers like this and I won’t accept anyone who doesn’t have a career like this. Simple right? It’s basic probability. I’m not looking for my husband but I am looking for a long term boyfriend and to date a few extraordinary men until then and have some fun, I’m only 23.

The work that I have to do to make this a reality

When it comes to making your dreams come true they won’t happen if you just sit in bed all day every day on your phone. In the mean time I will be taking the next 3 months to extremely focus on myself without distractions. Here are a couple of things I will be working on, to prepare for my new lifestyle as a stay at home girlfriend that gets to travel the world.

I will be whitening my teeth, wearing my retainer, flossing and taking care of them every morning and night.

I will get my passport

I will perfect my morning routine

I will become well read on a variety of different topics

I will work out and go to the gym 3-4 times a week and stretch daily, hopefully be able to do the splits.

I will start saving as much money as I can (I won’t have to use money when I’m with him but this is for myself)

I will keep my nails and feet done at all times

I will have a healthy and balanced diet

I will learn to be a great conversationalist

I will learn to be emotionally intelligent

I will perfect my style, hair and makeup

I will have a solid hygiene routine and a signature sent. I like to smell sweet like strawberries.

I will watch videos and read posts from girls living the hypergamy/stay at home girlfriend or wife lifestyle.

I will be going out at least 2-3 Times a week to the prestigious sides of town for lunch, coffee, shopping, grocery shopping, exploring etc. Basically I’ll be hanging out over there so that I can be seen by more and more people causing me to eventually run into multiple different candidates until I run into the one, the guy I’m manifesting. It’s basic probability.

I think 3 months is more than enough time to complete this, Here’s something you should know. I am not doing this for a man. I am doing this for me so that I can attract a man who will take me around the world, pay for all my expenses and spoil me all because he loves me. Why would I date a regular guy who can’t do anything for me but cause heart break and make me pay my own bills. When there are plenty of men who will give me my dream lifestyle. Men control the world but women control men. Men have the power to change your entire life, and as an intelligent beautiful woman you can get any man you desire.

I’m choosing a man with a lifestyle that fits the one I want and I want a man who has to travel around the world for work who makes at least $500,000 a year or is a multi-millionaire. I want a man who feels like $5,000 is play money. I also want to quit my 9-5. That is what I want and that is what I deserve.

I can’t wait to update you guys when I meet my next boyfriend and he’s exactly what I’m looking for. I have wrote a page in my journal about the personality and characteristics I’m looking for in my next boyfriend as well. He’s going to have to check all the boxes, he doesn’t have to be perfect but he does have to be attractive, have a nice full head of hair, be tall at least 5’8, generous, emotionally intelligent, kind, at least 5-10 years older than me, a provider/protector and most of all he has to be madly in love with me. I don’t chase, I attract.

This 100% sounds like a real person and I feel like there are a lot of guys like this out there. I know I’ll meet him in the next few month or so. I will attract my guy. Catch you in my next post. <3

#hypergamy #spoiled girlfriend #soft life #black girl luxury #black women in femininity #soft black girls #black woman beauty #black women in leisure #black women in luxury #black luxury #stay at home girlfriend

[markatoto]

you're one of the few of my fav streamers i actually get to watch live due to timezones which i appreciate you for. but, i also wish you'd treat yourself better and end your streams earlier

i super appreciate this anon, this is definitely very very real. i actually had a discussion about this to my friends late last night concerning my workload of streams and the particularly unhealthy habits ive developed as a (for lack of better term) "endurance" streamer. it's tough because it is like... my main source of income, so i do often find that i have to stream A LOT in order to make ends meat. most times i find that when i am streaming for like 7 hours+ i am just Having Fun with the game im playing and i tend to lose track of time, but if you notice that the past several weeks theres been a noticeable uptick of my streaming days since late august-early september. i'm going to speak real here so be fore-warned: i do not make a lot of money as a streamer. i dont think anyone does. in today's climate, i am making Just Enough to pay my bills, rent, and groceries. as long as that minimum threshold is being met, im usually quite happy to continue on with what i do. however, for me, entertaining people online with funny streams has never been about the monetary value of it all. since day ONE, it's never been. but, speaking as an adult who lives alone in a big city, it's also an unfortunate reality that i have to bring to the forefront. it's why the rent/bills tip bar is on the screen so often. honestly, it kind of bums me out to bring it to the forefront so often, but that's a conversation for another day. however, i am definitely afraid that if i am not Streaming Enough, then i won't be able to make my monthly rent and bills. that is not to say that i dont enjoy streaming or that i am unhappy with my current schedule (quite the opposite, i love streaming a little TOO much LOL) - every day i thank the stars in the sky that i get to do what i REALLY want to do in this day and age. but, i guess the problem i'm having is just striking that balance. i really dont give myself a lot of time for a break and, to say that i am on the cusp of burning out is... not to far off from the truth. i do want to make it abundantly clear however: i am currently NOT in burn out mode, but i'm sure the worry is that i will eventually reach that point sooner than later, yeah? anyways, just a couple of thoughts to think about while i write out this whole thing. i'm okay, i will be doing okay, and for the foreseeable future, i will be fine. if anything, if you are worried: the best thing yall could do is just show up for the streams and have fun! that's all i could ever ask. as long as youre having fun, thats all that matters to me. if you laughed and clapped and enjoyed yourselves in any of the stuff i do, then i super appreciate that! thank you!

#the questions

[patchwork-oil]

❧ "Blue Hour”

Chapter 1/?

Pairing: Karkat/Reader (Gender Neutral) Word count: 2,101 Warnings: strong language

Summary: You and your roommate Karkat have a somewhat typical Friday night.

Author’s Note: First x reader I'm posting! Kinda excited :3 dunno if I'll continue this but it was fun to make regardless. I know x readers don't tend to be in first person, but it's my favorite way to read them so :,) you're stuck with that.... The whole theme of my writing is that it's hugely self-indulgent. since like. the homestuck x reader tag is super dead askhjfd

   It’s blue hour isn’t it? I can hardly tell if there are clouds in the sky right now. Looking up between the buildings feels as though I might be about to fall into a deep, dark pool. The street below looks like it’s underwater, the lights from all buildings nearby look… tired? Like I’m looking back at the past through an old, sad movie.

  The front door jingles and opens. 

   Oh, Karkat’s home. What the hell was I doing just now?

   I could have sworn I was doing… something on my laptop. Oh, right. Just watching some YouTube. But, I paused it? To look at the clouds? I’m really out of it right now, I guess. 

   Unconsciously I shake the distraction out of my head. It hasn’t been that long since I got back from my job at the grocery store, I must have spaced out trying to relax to some videos. Whatever, there are much more important things to think about at a time like now. 

   “Karkaaat-” I announce once I open the door to the living room, drawing out his name as long as I could.

   “Fucking hell! What!” He grouched something about just getting back home, a single moment of peace would be nice. He hides his startled jump by trying to put his coat on the rack by the door. 

   “You said you’re cooking tonight,“ I accuse, “and I have never been more in the mood for chicken than I am in this moment right now.” I point a finger at him like I’m in a courtroom and my last name is Wright.

   Karkat makes a look like some sort of wince. “Uh huh. And I’m the unfortunate slob who has to do something about that.” It was almost phrased like a question. He exaggerates every move as he closes the door and steps inside. 

   “You are!” I nod “When you lost the chess match with John yesterday, you also made your roommate look like a loser, remember?”

   “Yes, I get it, I get it. You’re annoying and I have to pay for it.”

   “I’m just saying we both know John is going to ridicule me for even thinking about supporting you at the tournament so you should be the one who has to pay the medical bill for the… embarrassment. In the form of food. Tonight. As dinner…” He looks up at me from taking off his shoes, not amused and highly confused. “I’m losing my train of thought. You said you’d make dinner anyway! Why am I trying to convince you?”

   “I didn’t even say anything,” he chuckles, “that was 100% you.” 

   “I picked up chicken and broccoli from the store today!” As I walked past him to the fridge, I hit him on the arm. 

   “Fucker,” he spits.

   “And I’ll do the dishes like usual.” Placing the chicken on the counter, I reach for the broccoli-

   “Just sit your ass down! If I have to deal with your sniveling prongs making a mess all over the meal block, (Name), I swear to God we are not having a repeat of pasta night.” He starts to make big shooing gestures, ushering me out.

   “You really suffocate my creative spirit, KK,” I playfully sigh, knowing full well I shouldn’t be allowed in the kitchen with my track record of spilling anything that can be spilled. Sometimes even things that can’t be spilled. 

   “Last time I checked, we don’t need ‘creativity’ over an open flame.” 

   “You may be right.” I giggle. “Thanks for cooking though.” 

   He mumbles some affirmation and gets to work. My gaze lingers on his back for just a moment before going back to my room to grab my Switch. I’ll always feel guilty about not helping out but I know that even if I were more graceful in the kitchen, he prefers to have control over everything. I will, however, be within earshot if he needs an extra hand. Starting up something casual on the Switch, I plop down onto the couch. 

   Maybe there was something in those clouds today. I can’t stay focused on one thing for too long. I’ve abandoned the game, still holding it my hands while its quiet soundtrack plays. Every time Karkat uttered a curse over the food, I caught myself looking up, watching him for a while, then looking away. 

   We’d been roommates for ages now, since the last year of college. We quickly clicked, which was super fortunate for me. There was no way I wanted to live on my own after school, and as luck would have it, he wasn’t opposed to staying as roommates either. He, for the most part, enjoys cooking, I clean the dishes since he says he hates doing that, he doesn’t mind to remind me when I forget to do a chore around the house, and I’m not bothered by how he gets loud on calls with his friends. It’s such a ruminating day today…

   “Hello? Do you have slime in your hear ducts?”

   Eh? Ruminating over. 

   “Earth to (name).” 

   “I’m here! I’m awake,” I jostle suddenly.

   Karkat just started putting everything on the table—the nice one we worked together to buy so we had somewhere to play his tabletop games. Though, it also takes up the majority of the small apartment. 

   “Sure you are. You weren’t even looking at the game, you looked like you were undressing the meal vault with your mind.” 

   A surprised laugh escapes from me as I get off the couch. 

   “Food’s ready.” 

   “Yay! Thank you again, it smells really really good.” 

   “Mhm.”

   We squeeze into the chairs and dig in, it tastes just as good as it smells. I’m honestly pretty lucky Karkat is cool with cooking for me. We used to eat in our rooms, both because of the lack of a table but also because we both preferred eating alone. It’s likely we’re only eating here to get our money’s worth, but there’s still something satisfying about a warm homemade meal over a nice table. 

   “Kar?” 

   He only looks up in response, food’s probably keeping him from his usual yelling. 

   “I got a new game if you want to play with me tonight,” I swallow and continue, “since it’s Friday and whatever.”

   He sighs loudly once he’s done chewing. 

   “Cooking for you and entertaining your screen addiction? Seriously, (Last Name), have I been put on this planet, cursed by the twisted gods who hide their sorry asses among the stars where they know my mortal wrath can’t reach, to be the player 2 at your beck and call?” Despite his long-windedness, his voice is softer than usual, making me smile before I even process what he said–a good sign he’s totally up for a game. 

   I perk up, “It’s called Heave Ho, I’ve watched other people play it so I got it myself. I think you’ll really like it.” 

   “If it wasn’t Saturday tomorrow I wouldn’t even think about it.” 

   “Yay!” I kick him under the table and he kicks me back just as hard. “This is super fuckin’ good by the way, I’d eat this every night.”

   “I only followed a recipe, you don’t have to slobber all over my bulge about it.” 

   “Gross, in front of my chicken?” 

_________________

   “Could you! Fucking! Hold on for one second! Do you think you’re capable of doing that?”

   “Hahah-I’m trying, I’m trying! I swear to god the button is unpressing its-hahaha-elf!”

   “It’s not ‘unpressing’ itself you’re CLEARLY letting go–just fucking–HOLD ME UP!”

   “I AM! What! Pfft bahaha-you don’t think I’m doing everything I can?”

   “You’re swinging in the wrong direction–(NAME) YOU–AGH-”

   A short “splat” noise follows and I erupt in laughter. Karkat throws his head backwards on the couch and groans sounds of anguish into his hands. I can’t help putting down my controller, my character dying as a result, and holding my sides to try and keep them from splitting. 

   “You thought I would like this game?! You thought, no–” he turns so he’s facing me on the couch, “(Name) you thought,” he grabs me by both arms, which I don’t really process because I’m still laughing “You thought there was some way in ever-loving Hell we could play this game without me bursting a fucking blood vessel and dying here in this room right now?!”

   “Sto-op!” I can only manage to squeal between gasps at air in my laughter. “I can’t–I can’t,”

   “Literally the most hopeless display at cooperative gameplay I’ve ever fucking seen and you make me play every damn game you buy.” He lets go of me and I fall backwards onto the arm of the couch, still giggling away. Distantly, I can hear him also laughing. It fills me with accomplishment, knowing I chose a game he would enjoy. I knew this game would be ragey, but it’s also primarily skill-based. As long as he knows I’m trying, which he can trust from how often we play together, he’ll have a good time.

   Finally I can manage one big gulp of air before I’m back in position. He was holding his head up with one hand, massaging the bridge of his nose, surely trying to hide the sharp-toothed grin he can’t shake. I knock my shoulder into his to snap him out, and after collecting himself he retaliates with enough strength to nearly push me off the couch. I rebound and get comfortable again, sitting cross-legged with one leg over his.

   “We. Just-“ I giggle “-need to regroup.”

   “Oh really? Oh really, is that all?”

“Stop it—I’m being so real Karkat I might piss if you make me laugh again don’t even test me. Pick up the controller, we can do this.”

   “No, we have to do this. We’re going to beat this level.”

   “YES! That’s the spirit.”

   We muse over our plan a little more. Deciding how exactly we should angle our characters to achieve the perfect toss—right into the goal. A couple more failed attempts go by calmly, “all part of the plan” I repeat like a mantra. 

   A calculated silence falls over the apartment. Blue hour is far from over and the windows we forgot to close display a full dark scene of a quiet cityscape. Some bright apartments far away are blinking sleepily.

   “FUCKING-“

   “No no no, focus-“

   Our characters swing, the game music hums idly, our characters stare blankly back at us. 

   We launch ourselves at the goal. 

   Everything is still.

   A successful note starts to ring.

   “YES HOLY SHIT!”

   “Oh my god!”

   We both start to pump the air with a wave accomplishment washing over us. Confetti in the game starts to fall and I turn to look at Karkat-

   -at the same time he turns to look at me. 

   Both our smiles drop to surprise and a beat goes by. I push myself off of him and he takes his hand off from my back—

   “I’m sorry, sorry, I didn’t realize I was so close-” I start.

   “No- you’re fine, I didn’t… Notice. I wasn’t paying attention, sorry.”

   We both nervously laugh. The soundtrack went quiet, briefly, before it automatically moved onto the next level with a funny sound effect. 

   What. 

   The FUCK–why was I–I had somehow managed to get myself half on top of Karkat while we played–and then when we looked at each other we were so close- and what the fuck he stared at me I think? How long did we look at each other? What the fuck was that? And his arm, I can’t-

   “Oh man! We left the blinds open, let me just close them really quick.” I stand up, speeding without really thinking about it, to the window. 

   “(Name)?” Nope. Ignoring that. 

   I prop myself up by two arms over the back of the couch, moving so rigidly it nearly hurts. 

   “We beat the level! That’s pretty cool! So. Maybe it’s about time y’know we call it a day. Right? Yeah.”

   He still doesn’t say anything while I start to pull the switch out of the dock and lock the joycons back in place. 

   “Um? Sorry, again, I’m just gonna go back to my room. So um! Goodnight!” I robot over to my door. 

   “What the- (Name)!”

   “Oh, and for the food! Thanks again!”

   And slam it shut by accident. I don’t hear anything from the other room for a moment, not for the minute or two I strained myself to listen. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and slump against the door. 

   Ever so slowly, I ghost my hand over my mouth.

   Why am I freaking out so much?

Next Chapter

Author's Note: Yay! Hope you enjoyed :) I will mayyybe write a second part, bc this is definitely not finished haha. I dont know the best x reader tags! if you're willing to help me out id love to know :3

#homestuck x reader #karkat x reader #po writes #karkat vantas x reader

[ladyknightellen]

First time doing WIP Wednesday!!

I got tagged by: @junebugclaremontdiaz @anincompletelist and @nocoastposts Thanks for the tags y’all!!

For this first WIP Wednesday post, I’ve decided to share a snippet from the fic that I’ve been calling ‘The one where they’re both disabled’ and in addition to that snippet, I can officially stop calling it that and call it by its because I finally decided on the title!!!!

This is (tentatively) the opening scene for:

I Don’t Need Wings To Fly

“Hey Mom, can I go into Publix while you’re in the bank?” June asks

“This is the third time you’ve asked to go to the grocery store this week June, what did you forget this time?”

“Nothing, I just um…I just wanted to get some candy.” Ellen stares at June with one eyebrow raised and one hand planted on her hip, studying her daughter.

“You’re going to look at those trashy tabloids again aren’t you?”

“There are worse hobbies I could have Mom,” She says with a shrug, not bothering to deny it. “You should be grateful for that.”

“Alright, fair point, but take Alex with you. Y’all can get some snacks, and grab a loaf of bread while you’re at it,” She says, pulling a $10 bill out of her wallet and handing it to June. “And get me some M&M’s”

Alex follows June down the sidewalk and into the grocery store, where she immediately makes a beeline for the aisle with the magazine racks.

“Go get the bread and I’ll meet you in the candy aisle.” She tells him, already flipping through a magazine. Alex rolls his eyes at her even though she’s not even paying attention to him anymore. He coasts lazily towards the bread aisle, pushing one wheel at a time so that his chair follows a meandering zig-zag pattern. June will be a while, so he’s not in a hurry, and he certainly doesn’t want to sit there waiting while she babbles about celebrity nonsense. Well, not unless it involves Prince Henry, but he’s certainly not about to tell that to June.

He’s just about to grab the bread when he hears footsteps racing towards him and he turns to find June racing towards him, a magazine clutched to her chest and her eyes wide in shock.

“Who died June?” Her only response is a tiny shake of her head as she drops the magazine into his lap with the cover facing him and points to a picture in the top corner. It’s a picture of Prince Henry playing polo, and for a split second, he doesn’t understand the look on June’s face; then he reads the caption. ‘Prince Henry’s Tragic Accident’ Alex feels like he’s going to be sick as he flips to the designated page number, his heart pounding in his ears as he reads the article.

Royal Family Breaks Silence After Prince Henry’s Tragic Accident

‘For the first time since Prince Henry was thrown from his horse during a practice polo match on Saturday afternoon, details about the Prince’s condition are now finally being released. Sources have confirmed that the Prince has suffered a spinal cord injury that has left him paralyzed below the waist. According to our sources, his doctors are not optimistic about his chances for recovery.’

There’s more to the article, but Alex can’t bring himself to finish it, mainly because it’s invasive details about Henry’s hospital stay and eventual rehab and Alex has no desire to read that.

“You okay?” June asks.

“Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be okay.” His response is far too snappy for her to believe him.

“Don’t look at me like that Alex, I know you’re obsessed with him.”

“I am not!” June just rolls her eyes.

“Did you think I didn’t notice you sneaking in my room to look at my magazine? There’s not exactly anyone else in the house that would leave wheel indentations in the carpet.”

“Alright, fine, yes I was looking at your magazine, sue me. But, why wouldn't I be okay? It’s not like I know him or anything.”

“Maybe not, but you look like you’re either going to be sick or punch someone.” Alex doesn’t know what to say to that, because she’s read him like a book just like she always has.

“It just feels so depressing to see. There’s pictures and all his private medical details and everything. It hasn’t even been a week and there’s magazines halfway around the world for anyone to read. I just…I don’t know…I just thought about what it would be like to have people I don’t even know be able to pick up a magazine and read my medical records.”

“Yeah, like, everyone in the world knows what happened to him and he might not even know yet. I’m sure he’s still kind of out of it you know?” June has picked up the magazine from his lap and now she’s staring at the pictures like she can’t tear her eyes away.

“Don’t look at them,” Alex says, grabbing the magazine back from her and holding it to his chest like he can stop everyone in the world from seeing it just by keeping this one tabloid away from everyone.

“Sorry Alex, I didn’t–” June says, but she doesn’t seem to know what else to say.

“It’s fine, I’ll just…I’ll go put it back, you get the bread and the candy. I’ll meet you at the checkout.” His voice sounds hallow even to his own ears, but June doesn’t say anything else; she just nods and walks silently alongside him with the loaf of bread dangling down by her side.

Alex doesn’t put the magazine back on the shelf, but he doesn’t pay for it either. He shoves it down between his leg and the side of his chair to hide it from view. He’s not sure what makes him want to keep the magazine, he doesn’t plan on reading it, ever, but he can bring himself to put it back. He also doesn’t want anyone to make money off of Henry’s tragedy, even though logically he knows that one magazine won’t make a difference, he refuses to pay for it.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb fic #rwrb #firstprince #wip wednesday #disabled alex #disabled henry #disabled characters #oops I made them both disabled #this started as a silly little drabble and turned into a monster

[sailor-cerise]

Since I don't see exhaustive examples of what types of support low support needs might entail, I've put mine below. The vast majority of my struggles are from my autism, but my physical disabilities and ADHD also contribute.

The reason I share this is to help people think more deeply about what "supports" means, and understand the different support levels.

Examples of tasks I need significant help with:

Handling any maintenance or repair tasks. I can and have done things like called a plumber, but I cry afterwards and am shaky and on edge the entire time they are on the phone or in my room/house. I have the capacity to do this a few times a year, spread far apart, which is typically much lower than the number of times I need this done. This includes car maintenance, which my partner helps me with.

Doing my taxes. I literally cry while downloading my W2 for my partner to do our taxes, and have had a panic attack because I needed to find an email receipt for tax purposes.

Paying a bill. Best case scenario it's something I can pay online, but I still cannot do more than one at a time and greatly benefit from emotional and logistical support.

Any other financial stuff: transferring money between accounts, managing investments, etc. I log into my accounts and my partner does things for me. I recently gave them access to most accounts now so they can do this without the first step and this one is scary to me but has been so so beneficial. We've been together about 15 years and they always ask permission and tell me specifics. Be careful who you trust with this if you have any choice.

House cleaning. I can do more than my severely physically disabled mother could when I was growing up, but not much. My partner also struggles here but we help each other.

Making decisions. I can decide what to eat and things related to my special interests (e.g. what book to read) for myself, but I really struggle deciding what color of sheets to get, alternatives to grocery brands when one is out of stock, how to cut my hair, which route to take while driving, which parking space to use, etc. and truly cannot do anything bigger (color to paint the kitchen, replacement water heater brand). I will completely shut down.

Examples of things I can do mostly independently (after having put in lasting supports with help from my partner and/or with significant effort). This is what makes me low support needs rather than medium: I can do these things.

Buy groceries (I order online and pickup curbside)

Make food for myself (I cannot reliably prepare food for anyone else)

Shower (I have a blue tooth speaker that I have a hard time showering without, and am able to shower 1-3 times a week)

Driving (sometimes I cannot drive due to physical issues)

Make and attend doctor's appointments (this one is mostly practice and saving up energy for it. I haven't been able to get support for this)

Take my medications (I have set up various systems that work well for me)

Renewing my prescriptions and picking them up (this is super hard and draining and I wish I had more supports for it, but it's something my partner struggles with too)

Working. I have so many accomodations here it's a separate long post. This includes work-related communication (often quite complex)

Ambulating. Sometimes I cannot walk more than a few steps. This is not from my autism.

Changing clothes. I hate doing this and would do it way less often than is appropriate if I did not have a partner that would be bothered by that

Brush my teeth. Oohhh boy this one took me most of my 33 years to sort out, and needed help from one of my best friends. Children's unsweetened toothpaste and ultra soft brushes are essential.

Flossing my teeth. Specific brand and type of floss, one in every room, and I'm actually good at it then. Really really proud of this one.

Brushing my hair. It's a whole Thing for me and I don't do it as often as I should but I can do it.

Making plans with friends or family. This is really hard and my mother helped me with it until she died and now I have some friends who are able to support me in this and I so appreciate them. My partner handles family plans mostly because most of my family is dead or lives very far away.

Speaking on the phone or in writing outside of work contexts. This is very very hard for me. I can do in person okay.

Socializing. This is very very hard for me but I do like it sometimes and have worked hard my whole life to be good at it. I tend to get along with people in a shallow manner.

Going into a crowded space. I need hearing protection (earplugs or headphones), and cannot do it for long periods. I handle it much better when I have a person with me, but hit my limit quickly.

Things I can do most days with no supports (most bADLs):

Basic in-person verbal communication, including limited quantities of small talk

Small purchases (cup of coffee, new book, etc.)

Toileting and continence

Going to bed and waking up

Remembering to eat and the act of eating

Drinking water

Get some gentle exercise of some sort, even just stretching in bed

Participate in one of my special interests. Any limitations here are usually from my physical disabilities, though I've lost this ability during autistic burnout before.

I am also fortunate to be capable of dealing well with emergencies (car accidents, injuries, de-escalation of a dangerous situation, pet emergencies, flooding), though like most people I break down if there are too many in a row. This isn't on any of the IADL lists I've seen, but I personally think it should be.

Reference:

#Low support needs #Meaning of supports #Autistic #Autistic adult #late diagnosed autistic #autism #AuDHD #Long post #Personal stuff

[a-b-riddle]

Pen Pals Chapter Two: Confessions

We never really spoke over the phone that much after that. We still messaged constantly through text or via messenger. C made honest on his promise of financially supporting me. It was more money than I knew what to do with to be honest. I was constantly asking him what to do with it. I mentioned I had no furniture.

Why don't you get some? You should have more than enough in your account by now.

Can I?

Of course. You don't have to ask permission before making a big purchase, sweetheart.

Okay. Do you mind if I send you some pics? I've never had to buy furniture and I would like your opinion.

Of course. 

With that I went to work. I ordered most of my things from Ikea, but the one thing I got, which was stupid, but something I always wanted was a velvet chesterfield sofa. I sent C a couple of color options and asked which one he liked.

Blue. It's my favorite color and goes with just about anything.

So I ordered it. It came almost a week later and was the last thing I needed to really make my apartment feel like home. 

It looks good. Good job, gorgeous. 

I felt so proud of his approval. I did feel guilty about spending so much money on a couch, but he liked it and he was paying the bill for it.

A few months passed before I finally got the interview for Stark Industries lined up and C was less than pleased about it. 

It has nothing to do with your area of study. The whole point of me taking care of you was so that you could wait out a position at a university.

I understand that, but it's been months and it doesn't look like things are going to open up in time for me to start teaching in the fall. 

You're back tracking. I don't think you should just give up and settle on whatever job you can get. 

For some reason that struck a nerve. I wasn't giving up, but things happen. The entire world has been put on pause and who knows when life would return to normal. 

Nowhere is hiring and I need a job. I have been cooped up in this apartment for months and I can't take it anymore. At this point I don't care if it's in retail. My mental health can't take being alone and inside like this anymore. The only social interaction I get is either talking to you or going to the grocery story. I have been in the city for months and I haven't made a single friend. I understand your concern, but it's not your decision to make. I will eventually get there, but this is something I want to do. I appreciate all of your help, but as I said, it's not your decision to make.

I turned the messenger offline.

A few days had passed with nothing from C. However, when Friday rolled around, money was still deposited into my account. Maybe it was automated and it accidentally posted. This had been the longest we went without communicating since the start of our little arrangement. 

After a few glasses of liquid courage, I called him. It was late in the evening, way past my normal bedtime, but I wanted to talk to him. At least to let him know about the deposit.

"Hello?" He answered. His voice was scratchy and slow.

"What are you doing?" I asked stupidly.

"I am trying to sleep considering it is nearly 2 A.M." I heard him groan. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just wanted you to know the money got posted to my account." I swallowed. "I was wondering if you had venmo or something and I could send it back.

"Why would I want you to send it back?"

"Because I got a job and you don't approve."

"You don't have the job yet, you have an interview." He corrected.

"And because I don't think I was nice."

"Nice?"

"With how I spoke to you. Or 'typed' I guess." I huffed and laid down on the couch. "I shouldn't have caught an attitude like that. I'm sorry. You've been a saving grace these last few months and I really appreciate everything you've done for me." I finished off the glass of sweet moscato.

"It's okay." He reassured me. "I understand you probably are sick of staying inside, but I just want you to be safe and not settle." God, how was he so perfect?

"I got to thinking." I felt warmth of the wine start to get to my cheeks. "You know, we have been friends for like five years and I have no clue what you like and you know what I look like and you know I like you? Isn't that stupid? Like I have no clue what you look like and I like a stranger I've never met."

"You sound drunk." He chuckled. 

"I've had a couple of glasses of wine," I admitted. "But I'm not just saying that because I've had a few glasses of wine. And like I'm kind of glad I haven't seen you. I mean you're this person I can't even envision and you know that now you know where I live and I don't know."

"What are you trying to say? That it makes you uncomfortable that I know your address?"

"No, it's like..." The words embarrassed me as they came out of my mouth. "I don't want to say like aroused, but.. I don't know." I fell against the bed. "It's something that I think about sometimes." He was quiet and I felt like I had said something wrong. "I'm sorry that was too much. I shouldn't have called. I'm sorry, go back to sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow." And with that I hung up the phone. 

That was too much. Oh my god why did I say that? Did I seriously just tell him I thought it was hot that I didn't know what he looked like? Shit shit shit.

I got up and put my empty glass of wine in the sink, promising to unload the dishwasher when I didn't feel so lightheaded.

Suddenly, from across the room, my phone began to ring. It was him.

"Tell me what exactly you think about, Princess."

[harrystylesfan2686]

Angle shot A.U.

Pairing: Harry x Reader.

Summary: yn trying to have a good night but gets a blast from the past. Harry protecting 😈

Angle shot is a type of code to tell your bartender that you feel unsafe.

Neat= feel unsafe and need someone to escort to your car

With ice= need someone to call taxi

With lime= call police

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I signed while entering the bar. It was so crowded here. I'm at a local pub I heard about a couple days ago. I just had a fight with Cloe, my roommate, about maintenance fees which she isn't paying and I have to pay for her because our landlord is threatening to kick us out.

This was her 3th time not paying. She doesn't have money because she is unemployed. I hate it. I am the one always paying for everything like our maintenance, groceries, light bill, water bill, everything! I'm so mad at her.

Today, I had enough and confronted her about it. She ignored me and locked herself in the room as if what I say just doesn't matter. I got so mad and left the house yelling that either she is leaving or I am.

So here I am sitting in a bar deciding if I should drink or not since I'll be the one driving me home later. You know what, Fuck it. I'm drinking.

"Bartender" I called out.

"And what can I get for you, ma'am" a tall guy came in front of me. I could clearly hear the british accent in his words. Wow he's really hot. 6ft, green eyes, sharp jaw, totally my type.

"One sex on the beach, please"

"Going for the easy stuff I see" the guy smirked at me.

"Yeah well, not really in the mood to get drunk tonight"

The guy hummed and put a napkin that was in his hands on his shoulder. He turned around to get the liquor from the shelf behind him while I opened my purse to get my ID. When I was searching for it I realized I forgot my phone. Shit.

I put my ID on the table the same time the green-eyed hottie turned back to face me. He looked at my ID and nodded. He started making my drink while I used the time to observe him. I looked at his pin and read his name. Harry.

Now that I see him clearly, he had emerald green eyes. Dark brown curls that I just know are soft, I wanna run my hand through them. He had tattoos all over his left arm but not many in his right. And his hands, God! his hands are so big and amazing, I'm suddenly thinking of how they would feel wrapped around my throat.

I forced myself to get those dirty thought out of my mind and concentrate. I heard someone next to me call his name. He slid my drink to me and went to pay attention to them. I took a sip from my drink feeling bored now that he's gone.

I looked around the club. There are a lot of people here. Some teenagers playing poll at the right conner with girls all around them. There was a karaoke in the left conner and some girl was singing to the audience around her. And in the middle was the dance floor filled with people that are probably drunk on it.

I slowly started to look for a person I would like in the crowd. The thing is almost every guy was wearing black leather jacket with wet hair look and girls with makeup more then a kg applied on their face. I don't like anyone.

In the crowd I saw a familiar face. I boy. Probably my age. He was looking at me. When he noticed that I was looking at him, a big and disgusting smile formed on his face. Who is he? I've seen him before.

He has bright blue eyes, so bright that I can see them from this far. Black long hair that reached his shoulders, colored blonde at the end. The smile he was giving me was making me feel really uncomfortable.

Where have I see him?? Maybe on my Instagram or in my college camp-

Fuck! Jake! Fuck!!

I widden my eyes in realisation and which seems to have pleased him because he enlarged his smile. I quickly broke the eye contact and faced the bar now feeling unsafe.

Jake is my well, not technically but stalker. He has been following me for the last four months. He was everywhere, on my social media accounts, my classes, my house. I tried to file a report against him but turns out his father in the head chief of our area's police station. It didn't matter what I did. I tried to comfront him but then he said that I'll have to date him to stop the stalking. I told him no but he won't listen.

Last month I went to a club with my friends to celebrate our exams amazing results. We were all pretty intoxicated except my best friend, Liam. Everyone was having fun and everything was going great but then I noticed Jake was there too. I told Liam about that and he got really mad but I made him promise me not to do anything that would cause a scene. All was ok until Jake tried to touch me and dance with me. Liam saw that and got so mad. He beat the shit out of Jake and that almost got him in jail. None of them are allowed in that club now.

Jake was MIA for the next week after that but the messages started coming again 2 weeks ago. Why is he here?!

I look back in hopes he would be gone but he was still looking at me. I saw him take a step and start walking towards me.

Oh No.

I didn't even bring me phone!!!

I can walk straight out of here and get the car and but the parking is a bit far from this pub and I don't know if I want to be alone right now. I was thinking about what I can do when I suddenly remembered.

"Harry"

He came and looked at me with a smile. He was shaking a glass probably making a drink.

"One Neat angle shot, please"

I saw his smile disappear and his face harden. He put down his glass and looked at me with a protective gaze.

"Which one?"

I looked behind me to find Jake but he was suddenly besides me. I got stratled by his presence. I looked at Harry and motioned my eyes towards Jake. He saw him and frowned. Harry told someone to cover his shift and got out of the bar table.

"Come on" He said.

The both of us walked out of the club without giving another glance at Jake. I took out my keys and unlocked my car.

I opened my car and got in. Harry was here without saying or doing anything which was exactly what I needed right now.

"Thank you so much" I said to him after I sat down.

"It's ok you don't need to thank me" He said giving me a small smile. I returned it but surly he could tell it was fake.

"Also uh, here" He gave me a chit. I opened it and saw a phone number. "If you ever need it. Just call me or text it's ok"

I smiled real this time and said "thank you, Harry"

He nodded and wished me good night.

I said good night and turned on my car.

This was an eventful night. From the fight with Cloe to the bar to Jake and Harry. Harry is good I like him. Hopefully I won't need his number for anything; And if I do, hopefully it's for asking him to date me.

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#harry styles #harry styles fandom #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles au #bartender harry

[sallysgrancanwrite]

Chapter Sixty-Nine

Masterlist

Sam Jeffries, the man from the garage, looked at her car.

“Well, it’s probably going to cost anywhere between $1500.00 to $3000.00 to get it off and repaint it. And I’m going to have to find the exact color. It might take a few days to get the color in but I’ll start removing it right away if you want.” Sam told her. Is it okay if I have the car for a while or do you need it?” He asked Chloe.

“Let me check on getting the money together and I’ll call you. If that’s okay.” Chloe said.

“Sounds good. Just let me know.” said Sam.

Chloe went into the house. She was going to have to borrow the money from Edith and Bob. She hated asking. She only had liability insurance so they weren’t going to cover all the damage.

“Bob? Edith? May I talk to you both?” Chloe asked them.

“What’s up?” Edith asked.

“I’ll call my insurance but I don’t think they will cover all the damage. Could I borrow the money until I can start using mine and Michael’s money? I just have no access to it yet.” Chloe asked them. “I’m sorry to have to ask.” She said,

“Chloe, you never have to worry about asking for help. We know the spot you’re in right now.” replied Edith.

“How much is it going to cost?” asked Bob.

“Between $1500 to $3000.” Chloe answered.

“You and Edith drive it in tomorrow and have him get started on it. We’ll take care of the bill.” Bob said.

“Thank you so much!” declared Chloe. “You are always there for me, thank you.”

“You’re a daughter to us Chloe. We raised you like one. We will always be there for you.” Edith stayed.

Chloe hugged them both and went to check on Emma, who was still sick with the flu.

She felt extremely blessed to have such great friends who supported her through everything.

Emma was quietly resting. Chloe just closed her door and went back downstairs.

“How is she?” Edith asked.

“She’s asleep so I didn’t bother her. She needs to rest.” Chloe answered.

“At least she seems to have stopped throwing up.” Edith remarked. “The Pepto must have helped. I’m glad for that.”

“I’m sure she’ll feel better tomorrow.” Chloe said.

The next morning Chloe drove her car to the garage while Edith followed. It was the first time Chloe had driven since getting out of the hospital. Hopefully she would be able to start driving herself around. She hated relying on someone to drive her all the time.

“It will be a few days or better before it’s ready.” Said Sam.

“That’s fine, just call when it’s ready,” said Edith. “Bob and I will be paying for the work.”

“Sounds good,” said Sam.

Chloe and Edith had to stop at the grocery store quickly. Edith needed some eggs, cream cheese, coffee, tomato sauce and garlic bread.

After the store they stopped home quickly to start a pot of chili.

“ I need to get to PT and then the gym,” said Chloe. “Would you let me borrow the car to go?” asked Chloe.

“I worry about you being alone and Michael being out,” said Bob.

“I have the day off, I’ll go with her,” said Beth. “Besides, you're busy schooling Emma right now.”

“Okay Beth can go with you.” Edith said.

“When am I going to be able to drive myself?” Chloe cried.

“When Michael is in jail.” Bob said. “I know you want your freedom but we just don’t trust him.”

“We just care abou you Chloe.” Edith added.

“I know,” said Chloe reluctantly.

“Let’s go,” said Beth. “Smile. We’ll make a day of it. Okay. Like old times.”

“Okay,” said Chloe.

The girls left and Edith got back to schooling Emma. Bob went to work on some cabinets he was building.

Beth sat and waited for Chloe to be done in PT. When they got to the gym Beth actually worked out with Chloe. It made it more fun.

“Thanks for working out with me Beth,” said Chloe.

“Hey, I need to work out. Eating all Edith’s cooking has made my hips grow.” Beth said laughing. “Let’s go to lunch. My treat.” She said.

“Sure. It’s been a long time since you and I got to do that.” said Chloe.

As they walked out of the gym Michael was walking in with the new girl in his life.

“I wonder if he hits her,” said Beth under her breath.

“Looks like you need the gym.” laughed Michael.

Beth turned around and before Chloe knew it Beth had punched Michael right in the mouth. His lip started to bleed. Chloe wanted to laugh but didn’t.

“I’ll get you on assault!” screamed Michael.

“Go ahead!” yelled Beth. “We’ll charge you with harassment.”

Michael wiped his lip and walked away angrily.

“That was awesome!” said Chloe. “I mean I know you shouldn’t have but it was great to see his face.” laughed Chloe.

“Come on, let’s go,” said Beth. “My hand hurts now.” She said smiling.

#original fiction #original story #writeblr

[mangoesforlyfe]

Credit cards and Savings accounts 101

Hi!

Welcome to my blog post discussing how to arrange your financials as an early 20 something year old. We are going to go over credit cards, and savings accounts. 

~This is entirely dependent on your lifestyle, too. I am someone who spends a lot on restaurants, rent, and groceries. I travel, but not constantly and when I do, it's usually with Spirit. That’s why I don’t have a credit card for traveling (more on this under the Travel section down). I haven’t done any travel credit card research. So if you’re a travel girlie, do everything I’m telling you below, and then add on a nice travel credit card after consulting www.nerdwallet or something. They will summarize the good ones on the market for you. 

Keep reading! ~

Credit cards are really cool because it's a win-win situation for both you and the bank. 

>It’s really fantastic for you since you get a lot of protection every time you buy something (if there’s a problem or scam, you can dispute the charge rather than trying to get your money back as with a debit card which is so much harder). 

>You also of course get free money in the form of cashback, random benefits specific to each card, and can build your credit score.

[Credit scores can seem really shady but it's honestly an actually smart way humans in finance have managed to quantify a person’s “trustworthiness”. It sounds really dumb but banks need it to figure out who to loan their money to. Especially if you’re trying to buy a house and can’t come up with all the cash instantly. I foresee myself renting til the end of time so I don’t care too much about the house but credit scores can also help you get accepted for some of those really nice, more exclusive credit cards out there 0.0). The downside is that they’re really hard to build up (takes so many years) and can go down unbelievably easily like for missing one payment on your credit card.]

How do the banks benefit from the credit card system?

They earn transaction fees from the merchant (that’s why some smaller businesses sometimes prefer to be paid in cash), and depend on you forgetting to pay or giving into the allure of the credit card limit and maxing out. That’s when the fees and interest rates become astronomical.

SO,

Lesson 1: Do not forget to pay your bill each month! Set up Autopay a few days before the due date! Try to pay it off in full if you can! 

Lesson 2: If you remember to do these things, you will profit enormously from the whole shebang and can make the system work for you. It literally pays to be financially responsible. 

So, I currently have 4 credit cards. Discover Student, Citi Double Cash, Citi Custom Cash, and Bilt. 

Equally important, I have a Citi Accelerate Savings Account.

Since Citi has some of the best cards and savings accounts out there, I also made a checking account with Citi. 

In total I have:

Discover Student 

Citi Custom Cash

Citi Double Cash

Bilt

Citi Accelerate Savings

Citi Checking Account

Our goal is to get the highest amount of cashback that we can on every purchase that we do. 

Pro tip: 

I’ve found it helpful to write down which credit cards to use for which purchases in a sticky note in your wallet if you need help remembering. 

Spending Money:

Discover Student

This is a fabulous beginner card. It offers rotating categories for getting 5% cashback. This year, from January to March, you would get 5% back on Restaurants. Also, for the first year they double your cashback, so you get 10% back! That’s huge!! Every other miscellaneous purchase gets 1% back which is meh. They publish a yearly calendar with all the categories, and so for these three months, my sticky note said:

Restaurants: Use Discover card

Citi Custom Cash

This one also has rotating categories, but you choose the category that you want 5% back in. Since I was using Discover for restaurants, I chose groceries for this. Every other miscellaneous purchase gets 1% back which is meh. When Discover has a different category, like Gas Stations, that’s when I either pick restaurants for this or keep it at groceries, depending on what I’m spending more on. 

My sticky note said:

Groceries: Use Citi Custom Cash card

Bilt

This is (at the time) the only card on the market that offers points on rent! Woah! Which is especially crazy because, as the creator of Bilt said, “rent is your highest spending category each month”. It is because of that precise reason that basically every credit card avoids paying rent and charges such an annoyingly high percentage for using your credit card to pay rent online. They don’t want to shell out 20 bucks a month for your 1k rent charge. Bilt gives you 1x points for each dollar you pay in rent. You can redeem these points in either cash (the lowest redemption rate) or in airline or hotel points (a higher redemption rate). I’m saving mine up for miles but even if you cash out, it's still not a rate to scoff at. Plus you don’t have to pay a credit card charge if you use their card which is bananas!

My sticky note said:

Rent: Use Citi Double Cash card

Citi Double Cash

This has to be my favorite. It was my first one and I used it for everything. Now that I have my restaurants, groceries, and rent covered, I use this as a net for all my other purchases. The Urban Outfitters planter, or a Target run, etc. You also can’t use the category cards for big stores like Walmart or Target (unless they specifically mention it) so this card is perfect for those. It gives 2% back for everything, which hella adds up. Now that you have all your bigger spending categories covered, Citi Double Cash comes in so absolutely clutch. 

My sticky note said:

Everything else: Use Citi Double Cash card

Travel

There are some great credit cards out there that allow you to earn airplane miles or hotel points with purchases, or give travel insurance if you book using that card (I have had to use that more than once!). I don’t have one yet, but that seems like the next step in life. I’ve heard Chase has some good ones, and of course googling the best travel cards on the market is always the easiest route.   

Keeping Money

Savings Account

Savings accounts have taken a complete 180 degree turn since a few years ago. Before, they would only give you a small percentage like 0.5% for the money you keep with them. That’s what your local credit union will give you. Now, there are accounts called High Yield Savings Accounts or HYSAs that give you anything from 4-5% back! Even if you have 200 dollars saved up, I would 10000% recommend opening one of these. It's the best place to store your money, and you can let it sit back and just let your money work for you. I have the Citi Accelerate Savings Account that gives me 4.47% right now, one of the highest on the market. There are some cards that match that interest rate or slightly higher but since I have 2 Citi cards already, I find it easiest just to have this one since everything can be in the same dashboard and it's easier to transfer money. 

(https://www.citi.com/banking/savings-account) 

Checking Accounts

This is just a basic account where usually people deposit their money from their jobs, and pay off their credit cards, utilities, etc., with. I have a Citi Checking Account because I’m integrated in their ecosystem and it's the easiest, but mine doesn’t earn any interest on money. This was previously unheard of but some checking accounts nowadays earn interest for you! The future is now. O.o

That’s all folks!

All of this is friendly advice. Even if you don’t go with any of these cards, I hope you get the idea of how to sit down, look at your spending categories, look at the cards available on the market, and play a little matching game to pair each category to each card. 

Once again, I’m underlining the importance of having a HYSA asap rather than letting your money sit in a checking account, because that’s free money on it each month! Try to avoid opening a bunch of credit cards all at the same time because that will hit your credit score (once again, opening the HYSA won’t though). 

It took me about four years starting as a freshman in college to get all four of these credit cards. Companies frown at opening more than 5 in 24 months (Chase’s secret 5/24 rule) but you can start with at least the Citi Double Cash one if not more. As always, you can come to me with any questions!

Xoxo,

mangoesforlyfe

#finance #credit cards #credit score #financial literacy #credit cards 101 #finances 101 #basic finance #how to take care of your money

[thecupcakewritesmorethings]

Jesse Cromeans: Best Ending

Okay hear me out, I’m sticking to this “Best Ending” format.

In regular conversation I have spoken out about how crazy Chromeskull’s character/concept is. In such conversation I’ve also spoken out about how BAD the police force is. DOES THIS STOP ME FROM LOVING THIS MAN? No.

(some spoilers, I guess, for the movies)

So Jesse is left in an awkward, horrible position by the time the end of the Second movie runs around. His underling is dead, having betrayed him, his prey escaped and they can’t find her, and above all else: the police know about him, his identity as Chromeskull, and likely finds out his wife is dead not long after.

I am of the belief, that, personally, Chromeskull did have some form of affection for his wife. I also am of the belief that she knew Jesse WAS Chromeskull and offed herself as an attempt to not be implicated into the murder of literally over fifty victims.

This does affect him, but not in the way we might think. Jesse comes from the mindset that a man has to provide for his family. He just lost his wife, AND his unborn child- that’s a big point of shame and failure on his already bruised ego, ON TOP of the fact his face is all fucked up.

Jesse mourns and beats himself up over the loss of his family. Chromeskull, on the other hand, is a pragmatist. Deep down he knew this was always a possibility, no matter how minute. Sucks that it happened, but he has business to attend to.

But before he can do that- he needs to make a safety net again.

Chromeskull needs to become someone OTHER than Jesse Chromeans. He needs a new front. Jesse needs a new cover family. Preferably, someone who is already versed in the criminal underground. Someone he can bully or persuade into playing a happy little spouse, someone other than Spann, who has no time or want to be that sort of thing.

Enter, you.

Your rap-sheet as a criminal is incredibly small compared to Chromeskull’s (hard to compete with that), the problem is: you got caught. You’ve gotten caught and have since gone straight. Or, rather, you’re trying to, but it’s hard.

Do you know how many companies in America will hire a convicted criminal? Not a lot, and not many places you’d want to work. Between your job, bills, and reporting to your parole officer; you’ve got no time for yourself, and barely enough cash to keep you afloat in the Suburbs surrounding the LA area. Bonus points if your crime was medically related, DOUBLE points if you have the added stress of having a child already.

It takes Spann less than a day to find you, and less than two to have a full background check. Chromeskull is the one who gives her the go-ahead to case you out in person. Spann tries to get closer naturally, stopping in on your shifts, putting a tracker on your car if you have one. If she can’t, straight up stalking would suit her just as well, though she will try to be friendly to make you more... Pliable.

If she can’t, well, with Jesse’s permission she’ll fabricate stressors to make you more open to accepting the terms of his agreement.

His proposal is frank, and given to you through texts. I’d say he’d do it in person as well. Hedging his bets, a bit there, but he fancies himself a gentleman. Wouldn’t break up with someone via text; wouldn’t get a partner that way, either. Plus if you DO say “no”, he can off you then and there.

Here is the deal, in summary: Move in with Chromeskull and just keep going to work and your parole officer. In fact, Jesse will pay your rent for your current place so you don’t have to go through the process of explaining you’re moving, but for all intents and purposes you’re living with him. He WOULD suggest his alias marrying you for real, but it’d look weird if you went from being super single to having a husband immediately. “Let’s give it a year, first.”

All of your needs are to be supplied in full, basically without any question. Car-note? Paid. Groceries? Delivered. Anything you could need, or want, is no longer a concern. Hell, he’ll even give you health insurance if you don’t have it and you want it. A part of him thinks that it’s a bit redundant with his medical personnel on standby, but you’re also not a cold-hearted criminal like him.

In exchange for all of this: you need to act the part of the doting house-spouse. Gush about him when he’s not around, make nice with the neighbors, shop for him, when you step out together hang around his arm, include him in “family time”, that he’s available.

In all ways except for romantically or physically- you are his partner. He’ll guarantee you have your own room, and he won’t make you do something garish like make out with him in private, but this is still a lot. Not to mention the fact that being around him, in itself, may be very dangerous.

IF you wind up asking him what’d happen if you say ‘no’, he merely types: “You won’t.” Period. You know he has you, too. He’s not asking you nicely to play the part of his significant other; he’s demanding your complicity and paying you handsomely for the inconvenience.

You say yes. Well, like we established, you didn’t have much of a choice. However, Jesse gives you a little more respect if you demand to have stipulations set. Things you can and won’t do for him. This will be the time to talk about anything frivolous, like how the house is decorated, accommodations, ect. Jesse is so used to just letting someone else he pays take care of all of this, so leveling with him is menial, but he takes it as a sign of respect. You’re taking this seriously.

You and Jesse- or whatever Chromeskull’s alias is settle into routine. Chromeskull puts his own nighttime activities on hold for the time being while Spann works her magic and the heat dies down... In the meantime you play up your role nicely. If you have a background in medicine, Jesse is going to get you to help a bit with his... Face... You’re probably just as qualified as he is, after all. Spann may be the one who helps him set up most of his appointments, but you’re the one who drives him home and spoon-feeds him. For the first time in a very long time Jesse feels coddled- and what’s BETTER is that he doesn’t have to hide it. Spann is... Well, Spann is someone important to him, but he knows Spann is into him for more reasons than she lets on. 

Spann is OVERJOYED, by the way, when they find Jess.

Chromeskull, however, rules it’s still a bit too dangerous to pursue her, plus he’s still recovering. Picking up the pieces Preston left behind. He’s a busy guy... Most of that is true, by the way, but... Well. What can he say? He’s grown attached.

(If you’ve got kids, by the way, he has done some serious bonding with them, too. If they’re old enough to understand something may be UP with Jesse: he’s done everything he can to bond with them. If they’re young; he’s playing with them in their crib when he THINKS the baby monitor is turned off.)

Spann is the one to call his bluff. She breaks the earnest truth to him that you’re only with him, like this, because he approached you. There’d probably be a snowball’s chance in hell of this happening if the security wasn’t dangling in your face. Chromeskull wants to believe that, too, but Jesse... Can’t. However, he realizes what has to be done.

He tells you to watch after the house, something’s come up, he’ll be back in a week. He gives you your “allowance” a few days in advanced. He doesn’t tell you what he’s doing; but you’re pretty sure you know. You tell him to be careful.

Chromeskull hunts Jess down and tapes it. He gives the footage to Spann for processing, cleans himself up and returns home. Jesse then tells you that, as far as he is concerned; you’ve done your job. He pays you three or four months worth of cash, and tells you that you don’t have to stick around anymore. You can go anywhere you want now, in fact he encourages you to go far to keep your hands clean. “You’re not mine, and I’m not yours.”

Somehow this is way worse than the fake break-up you were supposed to have... And Jesse is so... Mad isn’t the right word. This was deeper than being pissed off. This is the second family Jesse has had, that he’s had to give up... But he has a plan.

Spann keeps giving him leads for more piggies, and he passes them off. He plays the boss, he gives the work to others in his company. Simply put... He may still be in charge of his organization, but the joy he got from completing his job is gone. All he feels when he thinks of the hunt is the guilt.

Spann’s patience with him dwindles to the point where he finally tells her to step up or fuck off. She choses to fuck off.

Jesse shrugs and feels oddly relieved...

It’s been months, but there is one thing Jesse has stowed away from his time with you that he has kept, its a picture. It’s more than enough to find you. He uses the same tricks Spann uses to find you again.

He shows up at your door with flowers. He has... No idea what to say for a moment. He can’t just... Casually walk into your life again all “Hey babe! Spann’s gone! :))))”

He settles for the befuddled, but oddly earnest approach when you answer. “Hi. I fucked up. Spann is gone, and I want you back in my life without hiring you. Can we work out a deal?”

#x reader #slasher x reader #jesse cromeans #chromeskull #chromeskull x reader #Basically this man businessed himself into a functional relationship #Or not

[peggysousfan]

Opinions or Advice, please?

Tbh I need some more opinions because honestly my friends at work may be a little biased.... So long story short my mom forces me to pay rent twice a month. To some that may not be a big deal since I’m almost 21, but here’s my issue and I’ll break it down.

My mom is a retired Army Veteran who gets a check every month for compensation. She makes around $3000- $4000 a month (Which is not taxed because it is from the government itself.) Now my dad makes around $2000 - $3000 twice a month since he works a job and gets paid every two weeks. (This is after taxes so he makes quite a bit)

Now I make maybe $1000 a month which is less than $600 every two weeks. I’ll make $550 if I’m lucky every two weeks because I’m on a biweekly pay as well! 

I have credit card debt because my mother has pressured me numerous times to use it while we are out together running errands. Especially when I was unemployed and could barley make my minimum payments (Which my mom had to help me pay until I found a job) Now here’s a kicker... I own 4 credit cards and use 3 different third-party payment plans to pay for large expenses. Now currently she has a loan in my name using one of these third-party options... And three of those credit cards I only have because she needed them and couldn’t use her own anymore. 

She does not pay me for these credit cards that she made me take out. I pay them because they are in my name. I also now have my own phone bill which this month was $182 ($82 of which is not mine to pay, it’s my cousins) My mother forced me to get a phone for my cousin and add him on my bill which increased it. He has agreed to help pay it but I always have to pay my bills as soon as my check hits, therefore I will get some money back. Which is a plus side I admit. But he also has no job now so my mother has to help pay the difference which I know she is unhappy about.

To round it up I pay almost $500 a month on these credit cards and third party sources (When I have those small loans taken out. As of now the only loan out is my mothers and it’s in my name)

We never came to a set upon number to what she wants me to pay, she gaslights me into saying I should pay whatever I want to pay, so to be generous(And try to give her as much as I can without her being angry it’s not enough) I try to pay $150 every two weeks, so $300 a month... leaving me with a little over $200 a month for myself.  And I will say this, I only ever have enough every two weeks to save and put away $10 because I’m trying to save for a car and an apartment. 

In America this isn’t anything. I only have maybe $160 saved up and that took me over half a year to save. Like i said it’s barley anything but i try to set some funds aside if possible.So that’s $20 a month i put away, leaving me with $180 a month for myself at most.

Now my latest check was smaller than I anticipated it would be, taxes ate much more than I calculated they would. So I had to pay her less rent again. Last time I could only afford $50, and this time $100. Now she is cussing me out over text (First thing in the morning after I transferred the funds) because it wasn’t enough. She doesn’t believe me when I say I don’t make anything and my bills take up most of my check. The only reason I didn’t send the extra $50 was because after my bills are all paid, I will have $67 left for myself. And this will have to last me 2 weeks. 

Now my mom also tells me to grab groceries sometimes when I leave work( I work in a grocery store btw) Therefore the money I have left over after bills isn’t always for me. Most often its for her and the house, or my cat. And with inflation so high I have to skip lunch more often than not to make sure i have money in my account for her in case she needs me to pay something for her. And I’m not a breakfast eater so I am left to eat one meal a day for over a week.

She says that she stays broke to make sure her house runs and her animals and kids are taken care of. Now I will say her mortgage did go up, which is horrible and I do feel sorry for her. It’s not fair and this country is going to shit, and we as citizens are paying the price. Once she told me her mortgage went up it made sense why she wanted me to pay her rent. But my co-workers say it isn’t my responsibility to help pay her bills and she shouldn’t make me feel bad for trying to save money for myself.

My mom, when she’s angry, says she wants me to get out and that I need a life, but yet I can;t do anything or go out if it affects her life, her household, and her plans. She belittles me and acts entitled as if I owe her every penny I make. Time out of my life, work I put into my job, money I earned. I owe it to her to help her pay her bills... but she makes almost 4 times as much as I do. Not including what my dad makes as well... 

We do live on a farm and expenses go to that as well, but my mom doesn’t know when to stop buying animals (Particularly dogs) She doesn’t think of the consequences of the costs and the lack of space in her small home. Most of her expenses could be avoided if she didn’t take on so much, but she refuses to listen to any of us when we say its not a good idea to get more animals. She says its her money and she’ll use it how she wants, and getting more animals will be hard but it’s worth it

But then turns around and says I owe her.

And I will add this. The rent money I send her she almost always uses it on Starbucks and Dunkin’ Donuts. I know for a fact the last 4 times I have paid her, she has gone out and used my rent money for take out. Not bills she’s struggling with or on animal feed, but luxury. Half the time I won’t even get any because I’m at work. If I’m not she will get me something. I only ever agree because if I refuse she will get angry.

I know this was a lot but I wanted to be as thorough as I could for your input. Honestly I don’t expect anyone to read or comment but... if you do, Am I wrong to be upset here? Should I try and pay her more? Or should I save up and try to start my own life? Opinions or advice please?

#personal #this is a big dump of personal info and i am so sorry #this is a lot #but i really need advice and opinioins #i don't know what to do #i have no friends or boyfriend or life #so im trapped #but i want to be free #please can someone help

[amouress16]

My 2022 Animation Overview

This last year was my first year getting into animation. While I’m not fortunate enough to be able to afford college to go the professional route of this kind of art career, I am lucky to have the support to try and push my way in as an amateur anyway. So now here I am, with eleven months of self teaching experience under my belt.

I started back in February with this one here. My first ever animation (and first ever copyright strike, yay for youtube’s auto flagger not knowing how fair use law works ;u;). I’ve been lucky that this one is only one of two of my animatics that I’ve been able to spot a mistake in post upload.

This one was a shorter one that I managed to get done in only a couple weeks, and probably the one I’m least proud of at this point from it’s lack of substance. Still, every bit helps me learn, and it was still cute.

And now to my most popular animation so far! I was very happy so many people liked this one, especially since Vincent is my favorite character in VTSoM, I got to have a lot of fun making it- I’ll definitely be making more Vincent centric ones. Like the one I have in the works right now... ;)

Ye ol classic meme animatic, The Hole. Everyone who watches meme animations for their fandoms has seen some variation of this one. This was mine. This was where I started using more repeat “assets” (read: drawings) for the sake of consistency and saving myself time, for the first time.

And another classic meme approach, vines. I plan on making two more of these for VTSoM in particular, but I will keep them spaced out since they’re a little more exhaustive to make. A lot of unrelated scenes with so many different characters being drawn out over two or three months is, well, a lot!

And finally something from a different fandom! ...listen, I am a fnaf fan on tumblr, Sun and Moon brainrot is par for the course here. This particular animatic was another short one that came after two months of bad art block and life stress and me getting sick back to back. I needed a simple thing to come back with. Not to mention, I got an art tablet as a gift during the holidays, which was a major upgrade for me, so I had to learn (and am still learning) to use a totally new animation program! Thus, this silly little thing.

And that’s all for ‘22!

If you read through this whole thing, thank you! I know I don’t really post my art as often as some folks so it’s harder to tell, but I do work hard and near constantly on creating things. Lately that’s been largely animations, so I don’t have a whole lot of time for other things. And while I’d love to do this all for free, we do live under capitalism and I have to be able to pay for vet bills and groceries. So if you’d like to and are able to yourself, please consider checking out my Patreon! I post weekly updates of my animation progress as well as occasional random WIPs and sketches. Anyway, thanks again, and happy 2023!

#ames rambles #artists on tumblr #digital art #2022 retrospective #I meant to post this before 2022 ended but lo and behold I got sick again. so have it now ig #not gonna add fandom tags on this one cause I don't wanna bother people looking through those tags #should I tag this as a long post? i dont think it is but maybe it will be on mobile. lmk if I need to