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rant about my life and how it’s going rn (not good and super long)
so I do have a job but since I’m an esthetician it’s commission based which means I only get paid when I have a client. since its summer it’s been dead I’ve been working here for about 3 weeks now and I could probably count how many clients I’ve had on my 1 hand😭 yeah so really bad. so that also means I’m not getting paid even when I am at work just sitting waiting for someone to book or doing promotion things. my industry is REALLY hard so I did expect it to be slow at first but not this bad! another thing is while wasting gas at my current job I have been actively looking for hourly paying jobs and I’ve had like 2 otp interviews and 1 actual in person interview. I’ve basically applied everywhere I can even jobs I don’t necessarily qualify for. all that with nothing to come of it and I do like everybody else have bills to pay like rent and such. I’ve really just been surving off my dead mom’s life insurance policy money and that’s also hard bc my family doesn’t trust me to have access to it on my own. (There’s a whole story behind this but the distrust really comes from them bc they still think of me as a child and had an issue with me using mary jane until i had to tell them my dead MOM was absolutely fine with it and knew about it!) anyway so every time I need money even just for food I have to ask one of my family members to write me a check and it’s embarrassing bc the literal checks have my OWN NAME on them and she still writes that’s it’s for me on them😭! that’s also an added stress to my life bc I already have a hard time asking for help bc most of the time it comes with some sort of judgement (about my career or anything). so I’m super stressed out now bc my family member just lmk that the funds for my mom life insurance policy are frozen and that’s scary asf! I’m grinding for clients but that doesn’t have a guarantee and it also doesn’t help that my bf lost his job a month ago as well. his car being totaled by a tree in January and his family being of no help or support for that at all😭 (mostly his dad bc he had the title to his car and couldn’t find it for months and chose to get it fucking mailed which takes forever) bc we need to try to sell it. of course my bf has been doing his best with trying to find a job that’s close bc he’ll need a bike at the least to get to and from. also our lease on our apartment that we live in (my bf moved in with me a little before my mom died). it’s just the lease is up in July and we’re both pretty much freaking the fuck out about how we’re going to make it. It’s also very hard for me to even try to explain this to my family (older millennials/boomers) about just how hard it’s been to just try to make it and have enough money for food, gas, rent, etc. so if we can’t make rent for next month we’re both pretty much fucked I’ll have to live with my grandparents and my bf will need to move back in with his dad probably but I know he hates even the thought of that bc they’ve always had a bad relationship and he’s just not a good father in general.
I just needed to rant bc I have no one else of than my bf who I can talk about this with so if anyone can relate in the slightest or just understand what I’m talking about please feel free to message me we all need support :)
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Send 🎬 for a random scene in my muse's life.
Annelise gripped the bars of the ferry, a feeble attempt to steady the trembling in her hands. The boat hadn't departed from the dock yet, but she already felt a thousand miles away from the girl she was this morning. The night air was cold, unreasonably so, and yet she couldn't seem to feel anything but terror and regret surging through her veins, flooding her with a heated ire she couldn't quite describe.
For what felt like the millionth time that night, Annelise felt a sense of dread swell in her chest. In the span of a few hours, everything she'd ever known had shattered to pieces and she'd ruined more than just her own life in the process. She'd been so sure that George would've proposed. He'd been stringing her along for a month, and she couldn't imagine that meant anything other than intent. But his words stuck into her flesh like barbs, each syllable dripping in venom.
Oh my God, he'd spat between curved lips. You thought I would marry you.
It hadn't even been a question, just a fact, plain and true and blindingly clear in retrospect. George had never intended to propose to Annelise. She had merely been an outlet to relieve himself of his manly needs, his toy to play with and cast aside when he was done. It all seemed so painfully obvious now, and Annie had never felt so stupid.
You're beautiful, I'll grant you that. And I had a fine time between your thighs.
The memory of his words is sour and bile rises in her throat at the thought. How had she let him tarnish her in such a way? How stupid had she truly been to believe someone like George Chervil would be capable of anything other than lust?
You have no money to speak of, and your family certainly will not enhance my own.
Anne shook her head, willing the echoes of his words to leave her alone. Even with the deafening crash of the tides below her, all Annelise could hear were his words on repeat, growing louder and more saturated with poison each time around.
She tries to redirect her own thoughts, to anything other than George, but the feat is near impossible. She manages to switch her train of thought to Fiona Beckwith, his supposed fiancée. An unassuming girl, really, but one that had somehow managed to steal Annie's life from her without even trying. George did not love Fiona. But he didn't love Annelise, either. The only thing he loved was the feeling of a woman's mind and body wrapped around his finger.
Before she can allow her mind to spiral even further into despair, the ferry's horn blew, signalling the departure of the vessel. The sound was loud, loud enough to drown out the voices in her head for at least a moment. Other passengers flooded to the bars around her, eager to wave goodbye to their loved ones. But Annelise remained frozen, tears rising in her eyes as she searched for faces that weren't there.
Annelise Shawcross had died, hours ago. The life she had always known was a distant memory now and the path forward was foggy. Who was she supposed to be now that she could not be herself? She had spent sixteen years of her life molding herself into the Annelise that the world expected her to be. And now she was left raw and naked, without a single idea of how to begin again.
"Goodbye." Her voice isn't audible over the cacophony of waves and chatter and machinery. But it's for the best, she thinks. No one would've heard her words anyhow. There was no one left to say goodbye to, no one left to mourn her as she began her life. The noises also help to drown out the awful sound of her sniffling and the rattling in her chest as a sob escapes her lips, her grief and despair falling into the dark, choppy waters below.
This information is a huge relief. I suppose only knowing one ghost to talk to would skew perspectives a bit.
Hm. It has been kind of slow around here lately. Quick, someone say something bizarre and controversial to incite drama!
@sometimes-love-is-enough I came across this thread and it made me think of melliferous + all the other fics where Thomas has died or nearly died.
That's a random thought, not important how it came to me. So... If Thomas dies in extreme situation technically Logan will be the last one alive. Hear me out. In extreme situations brain will try to protect itself and Lo is kinda brain representation. For example hunger: your body will literally sacrifice other organs to feed the brain
if it wasnt for the death, we wouldnt've loved this much, if it wasnt for the love, we wouldnt've died this much.
💭 + fire
𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 — send 💭 + a topic to receive a headcanon about said topic.
Fire is a force to be respected but Roman has long since appreciated the power it holds and the raw destruction it’s capable of causing. Even as a child, he’d always been intrigued by flames, watching them crackle merrily in the fireplace but never could he have imagined how impressive a blaze could be once it had gotten out of control, seeing himself reflected in those dancing flames as early as then. Just as he couldn’t have begun to imagine the damage it would cause, he never imagined how powerful he would feel during the night he killed his parents. Their deaths were ruled an accident by the GCPD, finding that a careless cigarette had started the blaze upstairs while Mr. and Mrs. Sionis slept before the resulting smoke overcame them in their own bed. Unknown to the police, Roman had been at the scene all along, watching from the trees with his heart thumping in his chest as he watched the flames climb higher and higher, painting the night sky red as his parents perished in its fiery wake. His mother and father, who had long been the source of his aggravation and pain were at last no more and it was all because of him. Roman, who was no longer the child they could push around so easily had finally gotten his own back, kickstarting his criminal career by using one of man’s oldest tools to solve his biggest problem. Roman never forgot that night and how happy he felt, how powerful he was for getting rid of his parents without getting caught by the authorities. Watching the family home come alive with such warmth and brightness almost made all the years of suffering worth it... almost, and since then he’s appreciated fire very much, even though he too felt the wrath of its burning majesty a few years later during the incident that caused his mask to melt into his face. Even after that happened, Roman has no fear of fire but instead feels a kinship of sorts with the element, that his anger could well one day burn and burn until nothing was left.
“Dead?! What the fuck do you mean they’re dead?!?” Roman snarled, apoplectic with rage at the news he’d just received. The piles of paperwork littering his desk scattered like leaves in the wind as he slammed his fists down heavily upon solid wood, the gesture doing nothing to appease his foul mood and only fuelling it further when Horsehead’s suspicions had been proven true. Business on the streets had been sinking like a corpse in Gotham Bay for some weeks now. Naturally there were slow periods from time to time, so Roman hadn’t been overly concerned after the first week but then profits only continued to decline, with today turning up less than a few hundred measly dollars. A few hundred fucking measly dollars! His profits had never been that bad, not even when he was a fresh-faced rookie for crying out loud, so where had all his customers disappeared to? Turned out they hadn’t just disappeared, they’d been turning up dead all over the city, many of them familiar names who’d bought from him for years. Now all of a sudden they were dropping like flies in just a few weeks? It didn’t make any sense and because of that, Roman was pissed. "So what the hell happened then?? And don’t tell me, they all decided to join a doomsday cult? The crap we sell is clean so it can’t have been that killing them all!” The muscle, those slack-jawed idiots shuffled on their feet uncomfortably, not one brave soul amongst them daring to lift his gaze for fear of getting a punch to the jaw for his trouble. Even Ms. Li didn’t have a smart quip for once which didn’t make him feel any better. Rocco was merely a dog, blissly unaware and uncaring of the situation that had befallen his master and Roman envied the mutt for the briefest of moments, wishing life could only be so simple. Horsehead was the only one who seemed composed, but the rubbery white equine mask he always wore concealed any and all expressions from others. ”Word on the streets is that bad drugs have gotten into Gotham and they’re coming from your territory. No idea what they are or where they came from just yet, but it’s bad stuff. Real bad. The GCPD claim twenty victims have turned up dead this week and they’re finding more and more bodies every day. Buyers are getting nervous so they’re staying away, you know... just in case they’re next.” ”No fucking shit. This is bad for business!” Roman snapped, running a hand over his blackened scalp. Today was turning out to be an absolute disaster. Roman didn’t give a rat’s ass about some random dropheads too stupid to know not to OD themselves but he did care about his reputation and how badly profits would be hit should people believe these lies being spread about him being the one distributing whatever the fuck was killing his regulars. Ever since the fiasco that caused him to lose Janus Cosmetics, Roman always double-checked his deals and made sure he’d gotten exactly what he’d been promised. Poisoned drugs were not what he desired - the dead didn’t come back for another fix and now he was out of pocket and liable to end up in serious shit if he didn’t get a handle on this situation quickly. It was only a matter of time before the bat brigade came snooping, if they hadn’t been doing so already, and tossed his ass in Arkham. Worse still, Red Hood might believe he was responsible for these killer drugs snuffing out people all over the city and would do a hell of a lot more than just breaking his bones and dragging him back to the slammer. And Roman really didn’t feel like dealing with that asshole today. Unfortunately, Horsehead seemed to read his mind and commented further before he could say anything against it. ”Why not contact Red Hood? He can’t be worse than the Joker, plus you might find out what the hell’s going on around here.” ”Have you lost your fucking mind, Horsehead??? The last time we dealt with that asshole, he nearly blew our previous building to Kingdom Come with a goddamn ROCKET LAUNCHER!!! Or did you miss that newsflash somehow??” ”That’s because he wanted to make a good first impression. Next time we might not be so fortunate, especially if he thinks these rumors are true. Shoot first, think later and all that.” Roman gritted his teeth, seething at what he was hearing but knew he didn’t have any better suggestions. For all his issues, Red Hood didn’t target civilians so he couldn’t be the one responsible for the killer drugs either. He would not poison a bunch of random people just to make up an excuse to come after his enemies, he did so anyway regardless so there weren’t many other options avaliable and like hell was he running to the Bat.
”Fine. Send a message to Red Hood, tell that prick we need to talk. Where and when, I don’t give a damn - somebody’s trying to set up shop or cause trouble between us, one or both and I ain’t interesting in taking the blame for this mess.” The muscle, who had been watching this exchange nearly breathed out a collective sigh of relief as Roman signalled for them to go, clearly wanting to formulate a plan with Horsehead in private. They did so quickly, coming up with the idea that the equine-masked man would instruct a new underling, one of the most harmless members they had on hand to get the vigilante’s attention and let him know Black Mask needed to discuss a delicate matter at a time and place of his choosing, preferably sooner than later. Roman sighed once Horsehead also left, collapsing back in his seat and pouring himself a shot of whiskey which he downed fiercely. What a way to start the week. At least he’d caught wind of this situation early, and would soon root out the little rat bastard who’d poisoned half his regulars and scared off the rest. Horsehead’s words rang in his mind, that Red Hood couldn’t be worse than the Joker. Roman had a hard time believing it but what options did he have at this point? He had to make his move before anybody else did and stop this from getting any worse than it already had. @jp-todd-rp
Apologies again for not being terribly active/communicative as of the last few days. I’ve felt myself slipping back into the seasonal blues and overexerting at work recently still left me aching and tired. Hoping things perk up in the coming week or next, thank you for remaining patient with my slack ass.
>> Pokemon Personality Quiz
Well, this was off to a good start. Roman looked at his result proudly, finding it very accurate for a man like himself. Nothing suited him better than a Dragon, being a natural leader with strong ambitions to take over Gotham and claim the city as his own. Damn right he had high standards and he wasn't afraid to show it!
"Agreeableness is very low? Fuck you, I'm perfectly agreeable when it suits me!" The rudeness of this quiz.
It was only getting after his result that the grumbling stopped, Roman completely in shock at what he'd gotten. He'd expected dragons; fierce, proud, powerful beasts that matched the vigor and menace he exuded and what he'd gotten was far from what he'd expected.
"And just what the fuck is that? A Goodra? Are you fucking kidding me!?!? That ain't no fucking dragon, that's something out of My Little P.ony or some kid's shit! Don't get mad if it slimes up my good suit? You better believe I'm gonna get PISSED at this gooey-eyed piece of shit touching me! Sure, don't give me the badass with blades in his face or the giant Blue Crocosaurus. Even the frozen turkey would be better than fucking Goodra." Roman seethed. This shit was exactly the reason why he didn't like Pokeymans or whatever the hell the stupid series was called.
Tagged ByStolen from: @peranarkia (♡) Tagging: Whoever would like to do it?
me when i hear people my age joke about how we are so old only it isn’t a joke it’s just laced with society’s weird phobia of aging past 24
Absolutely exhausted today (/POS) so low effort posts only for me BUT I'm so unreasonably stoked you guys. I feel the need to explain the otherkin tag at the beginning of the post; my kind are oceanic, so what I got IS related to it I swear.
My area has a local witchy market that I went to today, and UGH it was so fun. The last time I went everything I got was for my deities, but this time I figured... Well, I've been actively working on self-love and acceptance a lot lately. So I got things for me, with the exception of one crystal for my familiar bc they don't have anything on my altar so I told them to nudge me towards anything they liked.
I am nothing if not predictable; it's all ocean themed. I got a few crystals that reminded me of the ocean (except the rose quartz), a shell, a piece of coral... And now's where I tw it for dead things.
BIG HUGE WARNING, DEATH MENTION/ANIMAL DEATH MENTION.
I got possibly the coolest thing I own; a little friend. More specifically, an octopus in a jar. The other specimens were 30 dollars, which I couldn't justify- but they had one little guy left, who was 25 instead. That makes a big enough difference in my head. I know it might be odd that a dead octopus would feel comforting to an otherkin whose kind were protectors of the ocean, but as someone who works with Hades, I find a comfort in the darker things sometimes.
TW OVER YOU CAN READ SAFELY NOW
So now I suppose I have to clear off some space for a self-love altar, but that comes tomorrow. For now, I'm just happy to have found some things to connect me to who I am, even when I can't go see the ocean.
Glow up of the century right here ⬇️
I decided to change some stuff from their first design, like changing their skin tone(MC was pale as hell before) and making their hair naturally curly instead of straight.
Small (?) mention of death below
MC is a character of mine I haven't thought about very much recently but they have such a cool story that could very much be explored.
For those not aware, MC is long dead in this drawing, having died in a post apocalyptic scenario and they looked ROUGH at their time of death.
The only reason they look somewhat cute here is because you can still change your appearance to a degree in the afterlife even if you keep any scars.
MC also uses any pronouns without a preference but that is not really connected to any gender, just a personal preference, so I only included the Ace flag :)
OC fun fact: MC actually had/still has an older brother named Robin who is still alive and is about 9 years older than them, so in his mid twenties. Robin is their adoptive brother.
OC not-so-fun fact: MC never really learned to read in any language. This was a problem in life and has continued on into their afterlife, but an effort is being made to try and teach them.
If enough people are interested (and probably even if you aren't) I'll post some more lore about them and such.
Have a good day/evening/night or whatever it is for you 💛🧡💛🧡 and happy pride!!
where do we draw the line at whos queer and who isnt. that trans hetero person is queer ? "but theyre not queer enough, theyre not gay !!" wouldnt make sense cause theyre trans, right ? that gay man ? "but hes cis, thats not queer enough !!" wouldnt make sense at all, would it ? so where is the logic in drawing fine barriers at what is and isnt queer. queerness isnt just for one person, queerness is the joy, sadness, anger, fear, and all emotions for us to experience and share together as a community. remember, the government doesnt care whether or not "polyamory is queer" or "kink is queer", because queer people are DYING EITHER WAY.
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New Book Idea:
ㅡ Lana Coded.
TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE AND OLIVIA REMMINGTON
FINESSE
ON WATTPAD: LEVISBUTTCHEECKS
Releases: July 4th 2023
I. Trash Magic
II. West Coast
III. Stargirl Interlude
Tom Riddle
has an enemy, her name is Olivia Remmington and she hates Riddle, very very much. Every chance she gets is to seek his suffering. She wants to destroy him yet, when the time comes too - She is frozen. Stuck, afraid to move her heart is holding her back from doing what she is destined. Unfortunately it costs her. She loved Riddle dearly, she became infatuated since she first met him during her First Year at Hogwarts. Albus Dumbledore finds that she is smitten for him.
The two are neck and neck in any and everything - Olivia and Tom grow to be nemesis. Any chance they get is an argue or a tension of emotions.
Students fear him, while others come to her. She is the better half of him, and vice versa. Her heart swells at him. Completely starstruck by him.
- He cannot fulfill her desire of her being with him - Instead he hates her deeply, quickly searching to find the right words, he cannot. He doesn't love her but wants her, he needs her badly.
She doesn't understand the quick glances he shares to her. Not knowing the naughty thoughts he has about the girl. She walks by him, she's a lie to lush quickly scammering to him. She's addicted to his love. The way he loves. She loves him deeply.
MENTIONS
Black Women/White Man
Smut
Hogwarts
Chamber Of Secrets
Enemies to Lovers
Language
Manipulation
Killing (Avada Kedavra)
Angst
Slow burn
Cigarette Burns
Jazz Playlist with Lana
Distress
Stressful subjects
Toxic Personality
Narcissistic Personality Disorder
Tom Riddle
Lana Del Rey Coded
Black OC
They casually fight a lot and it's very tense when they do. Some descriptive mentions of intercourse and very very (yk) thoughts (Mostly Tom)
just read gyokkos backstory, and wow- manz got some issues huh? i mean, always knew he had a loose screw, i mean, hes an artist what did you expected besides an unhealthy obssession over blood gore and dead bodies? /hj (Do they ever tell Gyokkos backstory in the anime? cause if they do, i dont remember)
anyway, gonna go back writing right now, but imma defineatly use this newfound information for sum good ole angst in the nearby future