#atm cash deposit

[techgurusaurabhsblog]

PNB ATM में Cash जमा कैसे करें || How to Deposit Money in Account By PN...

[werewolfbarista]

painstakingly counting out the tip money ive been saving up Just In Case so i can get new piercings for my bday 2morrow..................

[quaranmine]

surprise money is huge because once I have an old purse I don't use to my little sister and my stepdad told me there was a ton of cash in there and I was just??? about it. bc how do I forget about money like. ended up giving my lil sis $5 for finding it lol

spend the money on a nice lunch or something! or just deposit in savings lol

right like!! how DO you forget????

I'm definitely depositing it in savings haha but I have to hold off since I need to physically go to the bank to deposit cash and there isn't a location near my apartment. (I use online banking and direct deposit most of the time, or use an ATM if I need cash, so I don't commonly actually have to go to the bank lol.) I may keep some of it as emergency cash, since in general I rarely carry cash.

[alias-mike]

me when im still trying to FIND someone who can fix my phone its actually joever (i can only access my bank account in the app because i forgot my online banking password and the reset function doesnt work)

[dullahandyke]

read an article abt dental hygiene and disability that was like 'yeah disabled people should brush their teeth twice a day and floss and use mouthwash ^_^' thats great however i havent regularly brushed my teeth in over a decade so how about we get a little more specific

[kon-konk]

Granted I am prone to very strict budgeting, but somehow I managed to squeeze all my bills that needed to come out of this paycheck plus the NIJISANJI purchase I'd been wanting to make (they have sold out of the Mysta acrylic stand for the Luxiem 1st anniversary but I found another I really liked that was low stock and damnit I'm going to have a Mysta acrylic stand if it means ransacking the fucking warehouse) and still have some extra money

From a paycheck that is way less than what I'm used to making.

So... Like... Good on me.

[unknownalone]

love being broke and out of food hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaa

[queerlyglittering]

I remember one time when my brothers and I were kids, my mom decided it would be a good idea to camp outside in tents in my grandparents' yard when we were visiting them in northeast Texas (I think for their 50th wedding anniversary, or maybe a family reunion or something). My little brother woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee and just SCREAMED, nearly gave me and my mom heart attacks, because he "could hear monsters outside 😱" Mom unzipped the tent and lo and behold, there was an entire family of armadillos snuffling about outside our tent looking for food 😂

hi i just found your blog. how do you feel about armadillos? they are like the isopods of the mammalian world

I feel like society lied to me about armadillos. My whole life I thought they were desert animals but I've spent a lot of time in north arizona, utah, Mojave, death valley, etc. NEVER seen a single armadillo. Not even a trace. I thought maybe they were just super elusive like cougars or something. Then I drove ONCE through Tennessee and saw over 50 (dead) armadillo. If you're not from the US, Tennessee is not a desert its like lush rolling green hills and trees. I feel LIED to. Like what if one day you woke up and discovered Alligators arent from the swamps but like from the rocky mountains or something. I'm not saying there's never ever been an armadillo in the desert but its just not a fraction as common as I'd been lead to believe.

[ceasarslegion]

Reminded of it now because I'm e transferring a friend for my half of our movie tickets but did you know that they don't have e transfer in the states? Like I tried to do it for my friend laney when I visited her and she had no idea what I was talking about. Like you can't just send your friend 20 bucks over text and have it instantly deposited into their bank account by clicking a link you have to go to an atm and take out cash or wait for PayPal to transfer to your bank

Americans will never know the joys of setting the e transfer security question to "why are you gay"

[joemama-2]

A SPRINKLE OF CURIOSITY

a/n: part two to “made with love”.

word count: 1859

toji x reader

tags/warning: angst, fluff

find part one here: made with love

toji wakes up with a pounding headache, like always. he really doesn’t want to get up but he knows he has to. rubbing his bleary eyes, he can faintly make out what room he is in. not his.

he can tell by the cleaner walls, the faint scent of something floral and a woman he doesn’t even remember the name of passed out to his right. from the view of her bare back on display, he can piece together that he had maybe a little too much to drink last night.

toji never stays long enough for them to wake up, so like routine, he finds his scattered pieces of clothing, putting them back on. it feels uncomfortable, dried semen making the boxers feel a little too tight. and like the stealthy man he is, he slips out the bedroom and apartment without much noise.

he doesn't even remember what city he's in, but he can only assume it's not close. having picked up a small job shiu assigned to him yesterday in the hokkaido prefecture, he hasn't been in the comfort of his own place for a couple days now.

he slowly walked to the nearest ATM, pulling out his card to check his balance. and would you look at that? still 0. now he’s pissed. he’s stranded in some city he doesn’t know with no money to get back and the job he was there for in the first place didn’t even pay him. those motherfuckers.

he huffs and pulls out his phone, calling his handler's number. without even waiting, as soon as he picks up, toji is quick to express his annoyance. "where's my damn deposit?"

shiu's tired chuckle sounds through the receiver. "relax, it's a weekend. won't come in until tomorrow."

of course. "then how the hell am i supposed to get back?"

"like you have a home?"

toji's eye twitches, grip tightening around the small cellular device. "keep talking, i'll rip that tongue out your mouth."

with a sigh, the other man responds. "jesus christ, you can't go one day without bitching. i left some cash in your pocket."

"how much?" toji's hand feels for the money, reaching in to grab it out and count it, balancing the phone between his shoulder and ear. "is this enough for a train ticket?"

"if you didn't use it already, then yeah."

and another huff before toji closes the screen of his phone, effectively ending the call.

so this was basically the lead up to where toji currently finds himself. after hours of a stiff chair that hurt his ass, stiff air, and the smell of elderly all around him, he practically throws himself into his small, run-down apartment and onto the mattress. there's no bed frame, hell there's barely anything inside, but it's enough for him. the tiny sheet crumples underneath his large form as he gets comfy, a small sigh escaping him.

everything is just as he left it, dishes in the sink, an old takeout box and the counter and the TV playing some who knows what show. damn it, was that on the whole time he was gone? now his bill will be even higher. there's never a moment of peace with toji, even after days and days of where he honestly deserves it.

his eye peak open, hand reaching for the remote to shut the TV off. just as the screen blanks, something instantly catches his attention. one that makes him sit up, despite his fatigue. it looks so out of place, like it doesn't belong. and quite frankly, it doesn't.

the pink box is vibrant against the cold surface of his kitchen counter, standing out like it directly has a light shone on it. it's almost taunting him, enticing him to come closer. and toji has never been one to show a lot of self-restraint. when it comes to you though, he didn't think he could try harder.

but he finds himself standing up and walking to the box. the heart drawn on top causes an eyebrow to raise as he opens it. there's nothing inside. after having got home from the encounter with you, he was hesitant to bite into the first cookie. but he's glad that he did. they tasted better than any other sweet he had tasted. the powder littered his lips and the soft jelly exploded into his mouth like fireworks. before he knew it, all five treats were gone in the matter of minutes.

but the box is still here for some reason. why he kept it and now threw it out as soon as he finished is questionable, but toji chalks it up to being lazy. because why else would he keep it? he sighs and closes the box again.

he falls back onto the mattress, eyes glued to the ceiling that has cracks and some mold growing. he really needs to move out. that thought is quickly thrown out when something else invades his brain. you.

your voice, your face, your stupid smile, and the words you told him. "love." the oh so holy pastries were made with your love. you were obviously joking, but an idiotic part of his mind entertains the idea that you weren't.

his head shakes. what are you doing? why is he acting this way about you? he barely knows you, you just own the bakery he knows. you're nothing more than a simple person who has no business getting involved with him. no, he has no business getting involved with you.

you're too kind, too sweet for him. he can't even see himself with another woman right now, not after his wife. at least, that's what he thinks. either way, there's no way someone like you would be interested in him. you probably have a loving family, a loving boyfriend. all in all, you have something going for you. you have things to lose. he doesn't. oh and of course, the main part of it all,

you're a complete normie.

you probably don't even know about curses, let alone sorcerers. you're probably one of those people who blame it on life's obstacles, the unwarranted negativity. but maybe you're just so damn positive all the time that you do literally the opposite of attracting curses. curses are formed from negative emotions, and you don't seem like you have those. that's what he thinks.

you see, toji has a very bad habit of assuming things. he's here having this entire dilemma on the kind of person you are when he knows jack shit about you. that's wrong, he knows. but toji....toji does a lot of wrong things. a very shitty justification, but toji is a shitty person.

would you think so too?

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it's been about a week, give or take, since he last saw you. but no matter where he goes or who he's killing, it's like the simplest things remind him of you. this is unhealthy, honestly. growing attached way too quick and way too easily, he has a lot of things to fix up on.

pink reminds him of you. puppies remind him of you. rainbows remind him of you. sweets remind him of you. and the sun reminds him of you.

so as you can see, you're everywhere he goes. following him when he wants nothing more than to get away. you must be a witch.

he just wants to gouge his own eyes out at this point, anything will save him from the restraints of adoring someone. he likes to think he's strong. wait no, he knows he's strong. but for some reason, you make him weak. and toji hates being weak. he confronts those who try to make him seem like he's anything but the terrifying killer he is and makes them beg for mercy.

which is why, he's currently back in the god forsaken place that started it all.

and what are you doing? greeting him like he's an old friend, like you've known each other for years. it makes him sick.

"you're back." you say, almost sounding relieved. do you always greet customers like this? or is it just him? "did you like my love?"

he wishes you would just stop referring to your treats as your damn love, it makes him want to hate you even more. "yeah." is all he says, a small scowl present with his arms crossed over his chest.

"tooooold you." you chuckle.

he wants to scoff at your cockiness, at your playfulness. can you just stop being so damn cute? silence follows as he stares you down, but you don't look the slightest bit bothered by it. why aren't you? do you think you're better than him?

"i'm assuming you came back for more." he didn't, but you're already completing the same routine as last time, picking a box and filling it. "we have some new ones this week, so i'll give you some of those. unless you really liked the ones from last time, we still have the custard ones, so i can give you that to--"

"what's your name?" he cuts you off, firmly.

you momentarily still, eyes flicking back up to his over the counter, he's still looking at you. as you stand back to your full height, you're slightly confused. however, you tell him. "y/n."

he knows he's in deep shit when just your name gives him butterflies. and hearing you say it? he just wants to grab you from over the counter and kiss you until you can't even rem--

he clears his throat. god, he's too horny.

"y/n what?"

"y/n l/n."

"are you lying?"

you snort a laugh. "who lies about their name?"

you're right, who does do that? "suspicious people."

"am i suspicious?" your head tilts in an frustratingly adorable manner.

no, he thinks. you're anything but. you seem like you wear your heart on your sleeve and you just seriously might be the most genuine person he's met. but then again, he doesn't know you, so this might all be a facade. you might actually be a two-faced bitch. "a little."

you hum softly and nod. with a small look to the ceiling, in thought, you say the most ridiculous thing ever. "well, how about we change that?"

a scoff breaks through. "how?"

and he supposes this entire time, you were filling the box and closing it back with the same sticker and heart from before. "you can get to know me." scratch that, that was the most ridiculous thing he ever heard you say.

"no." is his automatic response.

"why not?"

"i'm not looking for friends."

"we don't have to be friends." you say, sliding the box over to him. "but we can know each other's name at least. and since you already know mine......" you trail off as he gets the hint to what you're saying.

hesitation floods him because you really could be a spy or a fake. telling you his name could be dangerous and what if you try to report him to some authorities or something.

he's overthinking if you couldn't already tell.

but, he's getting older and probably won't have much more time left with what his occupation is. he's taken risks before, so what's one more? and again, you're right. how can he assume you're not really who you say you are if he doesn't find out himself.

so, with a deep exhale, his fingers twitching against his arm, he tells you. "toji fushiguro."

[rebirthgarments]

TLDR: Yes!

Part 1 of a learning series with @Se3raj.0 and Sky from Rebirth Garments about the current conditions in Gah-zah . If you learn something today please consider supporting Seraj at

bit.ly/serajfund

You can also read the full interview I did in the feb 25th GFM update!

@hibiscusly and I have been fundraising for Seraj for a month now! We have noticed that as soon as Ramadan started , support for many Gah-zahn’s GFM’s have gotten stagnant, our friends in Pal-eh-stein need consistent ongoing support in order to survive!

[Image descriptions: text graphics made by @love-notes-to-survivors adapted from my interview with @Se3raj.0 !

Image 1: text reads “Can people in Gah-zah receive money?” On top of a photo from the news of people standing on top of rubble

All of the other text graphics are in pink and black text on an ombre yellow to pink background with text that says “Dough-nate to Seraj: bit.ly/serajfund “ at the bottom of each slide.

Image 2: A few weeks ago, we connected with Seraj, a 20-year old IT student currently in the displacement tents with his family in Gah-zah, taking care of his family unit of nine and his extended family. We were able to confirm this via video calls with Seraj.

We learned the following information as to whether people in Gah-zah can receive funds and how from Seraj:

Image 3: There is only one ATM available in all of Gah-zah

In the whole of Gah-zah, there is only one ATM, which is in Rafah. There are no other banking facilities available, and there is a lot of crowding around this one ATM.

Image 4: People in Gah-zah who have money, such as merchants and somewhat rich people, deposit their cash into the bank in case an emergency happens, such as being displaced again, and their money is taken by the soldiers. This way, their money is in their accounts, rather than being on their person.

Image 5: How do they receive funds?

When Seraj and others receive money from a payment processer, like PayPal, they transfer it to the bank.

Image 6:

How do they receive funds?

They then go to these merchants or the other people who have money, and transfer the money to their bank accounts. Then they receive the money from them in cash.

Image 7:

Seraj is currently fuhnd-raizing for food, water, medication and supplies for warmth and cooking. If you’re able to, please contribute to his survival fund:

bit.ly/serajfund

End image description]

[yellowsubiesdance]

i’m legit so angry about this, and i’m fighting to contain my rage

i’m gonna lose my fucking mind 🫠

[diazsdimples]

Trapped in a bank during a robbery au + buddie

Pls ignore that this has been rotting in my inbox for months 😬

I'm going with established Buddie here cause why not. Buck & Eddie are at the bank because they're depositing a whole load of cash Christopher managed to fundraise for his basketball team (or some other reason) when there's an almighty bang, and someone suddenly starts yelling at everyone to get down on the ground.

Buck and Eddie hit the deck instantly and try to find something to hide behind, and mange to pull a bank teller and an elderly lady to safety behind a booth. They both go a little into first responder mode, but also can't stop giving each other small touches as a reassurance that they're both still there, they're safe, everything is okay.

And everything is okay, until it isn't. Buck spots a young girl crying in the open and goes out to get her and bring her back to the shelter spot with Eddie and the others. He creeps very low to the ground, trying very hard not to be seen, gets the girl in his arms and tells her to be quiet, and is almost back when he's seized by the back of the neck by one of the criminals.

Eddie tries to fight them to get Buck, but Buck is dragged into the middle of the room, where a gun is pointed to his head. He's used as incentive for the bank tellers to empty their registers (or however that works, it's been a hot minute since I've been inside a bank fsdkjhdfs), and there's a very tense moment where it looks like they might end up taking him as a hostage, but at the last second when their demands have been met, the guy holding him whacks him on the head with the butt of the gun and throws him to the ground before they make their escape

Eddie finally gets to Buck and holds him in his arms, checking him all over for wounds and wiping away the blood from the cut on his head. He doesn't let go of Buck until the police and paramedics arrive, wanting to check Buck out and take statements, and even then he's within reaching distance at all times. Buck has to get checked out at the hospital for a possible concussion, and Eddie stays with him the whole time, kissing his hair and holding his hand. When Buck gets a clean bill of health and is sent home, they vow never to go to the banks again and use ATMS instead

[liliran]

在银行 At the bank

some vocabulary i taught my student the other day

银行 yínháng, bank

取款机 qǔkuǎnjī, ATM

汇率 huìlǜ ，兑换率 duìhuànlǜ, exchange rate

柜台 guìtái, counter

出纳员 chūnàyuán, teller

换钱 huàn qián, to exchange money

收到钱 shōudàoqián, to receive money

提款 tí kuǎn ，取钱 qǔqián, to withdraw money

存款 cúnkuǎn, to deposit money

账户 zhànghù, bank account

开户 kāi hù, open a bank account

货币 huòbì, currency

外汇 wàihuì, foreign currency

硬币 yìngbì, coin

纸币 zhǐbì, note

找零 zhǎolíng, change

零钱 língqián, small change

现金 xiànjīn, cash

支票 zhīpiào, check

信用卡 xìnyòngkǎ, credit card

借记卡 jièjìkǎ, debit card

刷卡 shuā kǎ，划卡 huákǎ, to swipe card

[raptorific]

I'm sure some people with lots of fancy degrees from business "school" probably have access to harder data than me but I went to a concert recently where the venue proudly boasted being Completely Cashless at all of its food/drink/merch tables and based on the chatter in the crowd that cannot possibly have made them additional money. Absolutely everybody hated it. The cashiers found it exhausting. The customers found it exhausting. It did not speed up the process, at all.

Most people who actually agreed to buy something with their card walked away saying that they guess this is It For Them because they didn't want to have to put a lot of purchases on their card. People had brought wads of cash with them to keep to a budget. There were "reverse ATMs" for these people to deposit their cash and receive a disposable debit card with that amount of money on them. Absolutely zero lines for these things because nobody at all was using them. Nobody looking to get smashed on overpriced drinks at a concert or spend $40 on a T-Shirt is looking to add a second step to that process.

Again, maybe some people who've "studied" business and economics might have some hard data that shows that overall Cashless Transactions do increase profits but the "we hate cashless and are consequently spending less money than we otherwise would've" vibes at this event were PALPABLE.

[jjandthebees]

Now that my body has recovered from this weekend, I just need to vent about my experience..

I went to see Dan and Phil at the TIT show in Oakland on Friday and it didn't go as expected 😮‍💨

The show itself was fucking amazing of course!! Just the surrounding situation really boned me.

(For reference I use an electric wheelchair)

Doors open at 4pm for the m&g

I'm running late because:

-the motel requires a cash deposit. we have to walk to an ATM

-the motel wouldn't let us check in with the info on file and it took fucking forever to get checked in

(to a room I had to pay extra for to make sure I got on the ground floor and it wasn't even wheelchair accessible... 😒 there's a 2" lip to even get into the room. They didn't tell me this when I called on the phone asking about wheelchair accessibility)

-we couldn't find the entrance to the train station that had an elevator

-Once we found it and got through the maze of finding the accessible way to get to anything, we miss the train. (Once we're on the next one, I realize that since we were so rushed, I forgot the gift I spent all week working on for dnp and the letter I wrote them is still sitting on a side table in the motel room 😭)

-We get off the train, but we have to walk back to the entire other side of the damn station, three blocks back (because that's where the only elevator is) to get up to the street level...  So we have to walk those 3 blocks back above ground to get to the theater.

4:30

We arrive at Paramount theater. Fortunately that part goes fine, our tickets are scanned, we get our merch, and I go pick up my physical tickets for my new (wheelchair accessible) seats from will call, as expected.

4:50ish

Someone comes up to me and says something like

"Hi! The meet and greet is upstairs and we don't have elevators, so once the meet and greet is over, we'll have them come down and greet you."

(Terrifying. What I wanted to say was smth like .. please don't make them come all the way down here...' But also. I couldn't make it up those stairs. The line was so long and I couldn't stand in it for an hour on those stairs.)

Someone came by a few mins later and said they'll come get me and take me aside around 5:30 for a private m&g downstairs after everyone was done.

😳 (okie dokie, super not prepared for that, but I'm apparently rolling with the punches today.)

I do wish someone would have told me that when I emailed earlier in the week about wheelchair accomodations for the m&g, because now I'm here way early for no reason. But now I can't leave and come back.

5:50

I'm nervous because the q&a is supposed to start in ten minutes ..... But staff reassured me that they'll be down to say hello before the q&a, probably in 20 minutes.

At this point I'm MORE anxious bc I feel like this is making them later than they already are.

Then a staff member brings me into the corner door and we enter the back of the empty theater, where it seems like they're having a staff meeting or doing final checks before the show and talking about logistics?? And my partner and I are just awkwardly there like... Off to the side, but someone finally says, "Ok, I'm gonna go get Dan and Phil."

So I stand up (bc I want to be standing for my picture and I didn't want them to wait for me to get on my feet and get my stuff together) and I grab the mini poster from the my bag for them to sign the back of, and I have my phone in selfie mode already, and my Polaroid out.

(Me like, ok I need to take a picture of this situation because this is insane right?)

I don't know what to expect attttt all because... I didn't get to see any one else do their m&g, and there's no photo backdrop or anything so I'm internally panicking about doing the Wrong Thing but trying to remain calm and keep things brief and mellow.

All the staff leaves, so the theater is empty with just me and my partner weirdly in this corner where there's not a lot of space to stand.

All the lights turn off...... Cool.

And then we hear hundreds of fans screaming in the lobby, so we know they're about to come in, and a few moments later the doors open and almost hit us 💀 (bc again the staff told us to be here-- and really there's nowhere with more open space to stand... and no one can see bc all the lights are still off)

I saw their faces briefly as they came in the door, but when it closed we were all in a very very dark theater in the back corner where it's very cramped and my chair is just parked by the wall (because there was no space to turn it around btw) and I'm standing like

😳 um ...

"The lights all just turned off like.. a minute ago I, uh". 

I'm trying not to panic because I already feel embarrassed about this whole fucking thing.

Phil in the sweetest voice ever is just like "yes, can we get the lights back on please?"

The lights came on shortly after it was totally fine, the issue was mostly that everyone in the theater was hurrying them along because the Q&A was supposed to start 24 minutes ago.

And they were both so sweet of course!! Phil asked if we wanted hugs and we all exchanged hugs

I said it was really lovely to meet them and they were so nice. My partner thanked them for coming all the way down to meet us and they said it was no problem at all.

I mentioned writing a letter and making a gift but leaving it at the hotel and Dan was like "honestly that's more relatable"

They signed my poster, Dan asked if I wanted a Polaroid (since I had it out)  and said we should take another with the phone in case anyone's eyes were closed.

He said he'd use his selfie stick arm to take the picture, snapped that and said we had to get a selfie with our outfits cuz we looked really cool and I was just like... Wow thank you so much

They were like "great to meet you!"

I knew they were in a hurry, so I just said, "if it's not too much to ask could I ask you to doodle something for me that I can get tattooed to commemorate tonight?" and they were so sweet

Phil asked if I wanted anything in particular, I asked for a little creature or a little guy, just a little doodle, Dan said he'd draw a few things so I could choose.

I said thank y'all so much and it was so great to meet you and have a great show

And they were ushered away to go back stage to start the q&a.

Preface:

I am not trying to be ungrateful or complain when I still got to meet them and they were so fucking sweet about having to come all the way downstairs to meet me after they were already running late for the Q&A

But... I'm just so disappointed that I didn't get the same experience as everyone else. It really bummed me out to scroll through the m&g stories and see people get cool things signed, video messages for friends, multiple poses in pictures, or individual and group photos, cute stories of getting to talk to them...

And I was really rushed through and didn't have a 1 on 1 experience. (Or-- 1:2 experience, that is)

I had already left my gift/letter at the hotel, so I didn't get to give that to them..

I'm about to be thirty years old and I've been watching them since I was literally fourteen and I was looking forward to this so much and instead of getting to the m&g and fucking it up in my own special way because I'm anxious and knew I would be nervous, I feel like the universe punished me for being in a wheelchair. 😵‍💫

I was put into a small space where I couldn't have even met them in my wheelchair if I wanted to. And they were being rushed. The room wasn't very well lit so the Polaroid didn't even turn out, which seems like such a silly thing to care about... But I do.

I just didn't get to say anything meaningful to them and I felt humiliated for them to have to come meet me separately because I can't walk up the damn stairs 😮‍💨

I also didn't get a solo selfie which like. Idk. It feels embarrassing to be upset about that but I tried so hard to come up with a very short and simple goal for the meet and greet (selfie, full body Polaroid, cute doodle from them) and instead we got a very rushed meet and greet for my partner and myself squished into one 30 second interaction.

The thing I'd left at the hotel for them to sign had a short blurb written "I want a tattoo to commemorate this Good Night, could you each draw me a little creature please?"

And my partner wanted YWGTTN signed 😮‍💨

And again to reiterate-- zero hard feelings here AT Dan and Phil, they were SO fucking lovely, they were being rushed, they were already late, and they had no control over the venue-- or anything else that happened to me that day for that matter. The show was still brilliant and I had a really great night overall!

I'm just feeling really sad that on top of not getting to give them my gift or anything that the m&g was so rushed :(

Idk. Fuck the motel and fuck the venue for making this so hard. And for shoving two meet and greets into one 😮‍💨

On the brighter note, here is my cute selfie with my partner and Dan and Phil standing next to my wheelchair. And our outfits did turn out really cool 🥺🥺

That said. If anyone going to a show and meeting dnp in the US would be down for me to mail you the letter, stickers, and two buttons I made for them to just hand to them, I would be so fucking grateful. I just really want to give them the letter, I worked on it all week 😭

(Or if anyone is willing to get Dan to draw a little guy like Phil did so I can get it tattooed-- bc I don't think he heard me which is totally fair)

Anyway thanks for listening I'm just emotional and it's truly (outside of this) been a really bad month so I think I'm just. 😵‍💫😮‍💨 Extra emotionally vulnerable.