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health update ig
went to a doctor today to get it checked because the lack of sleep was driving me crazy. it got to a point where i was getting bad headaches all day and my hands would shake sometimes (didnt know that could happen or maybe my hands were just tired idk jdhd) I only slept an hour or two since yesterday im kinda suprised i have not passed out yet. anyway…
turns out, im still very much anxious and depressed haha djjfh i thought graduating college would have solved it but nah its still there ig
also they have prescribed a strong- hmm not exactly sleep med (relaxant or sedative? )for the insomnia, i do hope this works…
#kyuu rambles#augh my wallet#why therapy and medication expensive#i hope it works#whispers at capsules* u better fix my life
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my gay emo ass should NOT be allowed in vintage stores
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ah making a call back to my ancient mas monster hunter au Sabo gets injured badly during a rampage and Marco is the one to bring back the beasts head
Its crude, like a trophy, but after Sabo had been left to die by his wyverian clan he’s a huge fan of eye for an eye literally
Its nice to see them get along at last, in Ace’s opinion, although he’s a little rattled at the efficiency and how quickly Marco had hunted the creature, supposes hes not the research base commander for nothing
#mh au#monster hunter au#mas mh au#what the fuck are the tags for this au again#i was thinking about how narratively i wish Amatsu was a rampage first and then a one on one fight to the death after its fled#but i get that rampages dont exist anymore#augh#if mh6 is on ps5 ill cry#and take out my wallet…
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Takes the bus to the store. Realizes i left my wallet on the bus. Goes home
#i just wanted milk. fuck#plsssssssssssss somebody be a good samaritan and return my wallet augh augh augh#you can have the money inside just don’t make me renew my driver’s license
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One time Jack Stauber said
What’s the kindest way to say
“the end”?
and I felt that
#like I#I don’t think I’ve ever listened to the full song#and that last line(pictured above) actually hit me like a truck WTF#felt that#oughhh#ough#oughhgh#augh#aughhh#aughhgh#jack stauber#just take my wallet
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auauauaugh why is clothing so stupid
#how do butches always look so effortlessly cool............#i got some clothes from a friends yard sale and tbh i rly like them and have found some stuff i can do with them but like. augh#tbh might have to start shopping wherever he got these bc they kinda rule and are like. the perfect fit and color#i need to find good pants though i have the worst luck with shorts and pants </3#maybe i should start looking at different stores? but eugh my wallet..
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#Wdym CoP2 is ending tomorrow😔#I am not ready#My diamonds are not ready#I'm still processing the last 2 chapters#Scared for tomorrow's cop2 last chapter😔#Can pb please calm down. I'm out of diamonds#Idk how to wait for nxt year#Anyway ID2 my bbgirl Cas i miss u so much#Idc abt the plot I just care about her#Also i can't play bolas tomorrow because *opens my playchoices wallet* augh#I don't want to say goodbye to my babies again#Max-what-now
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i am so eepy and my warm bed is calling out to me. but. photo
#shrimp thoughts#TWO HOURS LEFT... I CAN DO IT#augh changing into my pajamas was a mistake :0#i'll change back to avoid temptation#it's ten to 4am and i keep on hearing cars. was i wrong? are people MORE likely to be out there on the streets#BECAUSE it's a holiday? pleathe i just want one (1) photo#today (well. yesterday) i already forgot my wallet#(i'm using two bags interchangeably and i simply haven't moved it from the one i used previously)#and i realized this in a line to the cash register#so i pretended i remembered something i need to pick up#i called my mother and she was like 'oh just ask the cashier lady if you can leave your basket here and run back home quickly'#mather words cannot express how much i CANNOT do this#'it happened to me once and i did just that and it was fine!' yes#because you don't have a special sickness that deals you 10k damage in Humiliating Situations#anyway. this is why i want to have Zero Witnesses#and yes i AM disappointed i didn't think of taking my camera with me as i went to get groceries#the light was so good! so bright and ambery#and since this is a fuji film if i take a pic in the fresh morning light#it probably won't be dreamy and warm... aaaaaaaaughhhhhhhhh#that reminds me i need to grab me some kodak film#AND finish this roll and drop it to have it developed
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Would anyone be like. Super crazy mad at me if I were to link a kofi up to this account ?
#Like of course there'd be no pressure to donate or anything like that ever !!#I really genuinely do enjoy making content a lot it makes my heart happy#But just as an Option for anyone who might have a bit of change to spare ehe#General barks#Um I'm. Not sure what to tag this if anyone would like me to tag this then let me know#As much as I love my rich boys I'm more like zhongli. Or perhaps Mona. /LH#Also my computer is still broken - it's a pretty tough fix sadly so it may be some time before I'm putting out regular content again :(#And I've got to wait for this piece I ordered to come in augh#This big box really enjoys eating a hole in my wallet huh#Speaking of. I need a new wallet#Pain. Suffering even
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God where did all my moneys go
#jaws speaks#cries sobs shits#i used to have like 2000 saved and its all been fuckin pissed away augh#a good chunk was bc of medical stuff like insurance etc#im p sure another chunk was bc of gifts ive been getting for others........#BUT i dont regret those. my wallet however does jfvdkl#anyways hi i have no moneys and no ones hiring me so i cry#weg
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dreams are so mean. what do you mean i dont have a girypop gf with whom im also in an alterego relationship with. what do you mean my alterego isnt called wallet.
#augh.#look at me im talking big in the actual post!! change!!#anyway she was awesome she stole from me and. kept on stealing but not from me this time.#she choked me in the back of a car and told me to be a good boy. not sure what that was about.#btw alter ego relationship goes both ways. we ran two relationships while being the same 2 people.#anyway at some point my dad said 'aways remember to burp your kids' refering to. not babies. but me. somewhy.#o7#this was during my 10-11AM nap bc i woke up at 5.30AM =w=bb maybe i should do that more often (NO)#also the wallet name makes. somewhat sense (so ive talked myself into it)(i wont explain =w=b)#nonetheless the reason. wallet as a name kinda slaps extremely hard.#sillyposting
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Screaming and punching the air bc that one comic I read recently was so god damn good and I genuinely would buy the OG art from it but alas i am to suffer as an RA and cannot afford to pay artists their worth 😔
#$250 is a small price to pay for baby eating#but a large price for my wallet#in love with Jenna Cha's art btw#gears turning ideas forming#inspiration happening#yes#but also just that fucking comic in general and the art and how its worded#augh
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OH MY GOD MY WIFE THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL
@deadbaguette hi i saw ur axe clytemnestra thing and got brain blasted. grins
#HELLO??????? OH MY GOD THIS IS SO COOL#THE COLOURS TJE COLOURS OH MY GOD THE COLOURS#ure so right this is badass pose perfect for her#WAHHGHHHH U USED MY DESIGN I AM EXPERIENCING IMMENSE AMOUNTS OF JOY RIGHT NOW#HER JEWELS ARE GLITTERING AHHHGGGGSHH AND THE SUBTLE COLOUR VARIATONS IN ALL HER CLOTHES#EXPLODING INTO TEARS OF HAPPINESS#this made my whole day NAY my whole WEEK#AUGH im so inlove with how u colour this is so amazing hellooooo#clytemnestra#it is absolutely okay that you used my design I’m going to keep a picture of her in my wallet to get me through the day
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omg! I read your goth reader x Simon and I’m not sure if you’ve already made a post but I’d love to see how Simon met reader or how he did pull her 😂😂 love it btw
Augh I've wanted to write more for Simon x Goth!Reader
He drops the 3-pack of men's black t-shirts on the counter, digging into his sweatshirt pocket for his wallet. He takes out his card and looks up.
You're sitting with your back to him, hunched over on a small stool with your face stuck in a mirror. He can see your one eye magnified in the reflection as you held your cheek taught, slowly dragging an eyeliner pen across your lid.
He stands there another moment, wondering if you even know he's behind you. He politely clears his throat.
"One sec." You say, concentrating hard on making the line perfect. You have your mouth hanging open, your one eye closed and the other wide as a dinner plate. Simon huffs quietly. You remind him of a zombie, dressed in a typical retail uniform.
You eventually put the eyeliner pen down and stand, grabbing the shirts from the counter. He watches you as you scan the item - only one of your eyes are done, beautifully enhanced with an artistic flourish of eyeliner, mascara, and eye shadow; your other eye is untouched.
"Is that all?" You ask, looking up at him, and he has to stifle a laugh. Thank goodness for his balaclava.
"Yea." He responds, sticking his card into the reader. You bag his shirts and hand them to him - he accepts the bag and puts his card back, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Receipt?"
"No thanks."
You nod - he stays there, staring at you with a rather blank expression. You purse your lips and tap the counter, adverting your gaze to anything but him. You were used to getting stares because of your makeup, but this guy in particular wasn't even subtle about it.
"Is that all?" He says, jutting his chin towards you.
You blink, staring back at him. Does he mean my makeup? "Oh- heh, no. Still gotta do my other eye."
He nods. "Looks good."
"Thanks..." You say. You're not sure if he's being honest or sarcastic. But before you have the chance to question it, he turns on his heel and walks out the door, the bell clanging behind him.
You shrug to yourself and sit back down, digging inside your makeup bag for a brow pencil.
You're uncapping your lipstick when someone slaps something on the counter - not aggressively, but it still makes you jump. You turn around to find that same guy from last week, the one with the balaclava and the moody eyes.
You head to the register and look down. There's another pack of black shirts on the counter. You scoff and look up at him. "More? What, are you eating these?" You say as you scan them.
"See you finished your other eye." Simon grumbles, pulling his card from his wallet. "Did it take ya the whole week?"
You glare at him, shoving his shirts into a bag. "It did." You say sarcastically, and he grunts, taking the bag as you hand it to him.
Simon watches as you turn to the side, assuming he was already on his way out the door. You popped the cap off your lipstick and parted your lips in front of the tiny mirror on the counter - he felt something akin to surprise when your lips were smeared in black, rather than the red he was expecting.
You feel a pair of eyes on your back. You turn around - that guy is still there, and you fight back a frown.
"Can I help you with anything else?" You say, trying to stress the weirdness of the situation in your tone.
"I like this." He says, using his free hand to circle his face. "Looks good on you. Unique."
You smile, genuinely pleased with the compliment. Most of the time, if people (other than your friends) weren't ogling at you, they were saying how strange and "ugly" your makeup looked (this was a common comment among the older ladies that came to the store).
"Thanks." You reply. "You want a makeover?"
Simon chuckles quietly. "Nah, not really." And then, as quick as he came, he's gone again - out the door before you can even try to carry a conversation with him.
Simon comes back the next week - this time, for a pack of smokes and some new gloves. Uncharacteristically, he finds himself a little excited to see you again, despite never saying more than fifty words to you in total. He gets to the counter and places his items down - his heart sinks a bit when he isn't greeted by you and your half-finished goth makeup.
An older lady steps forward and scans his items. "Do you have a rewards card with us?"
"No."
Would you like to sigh up for one?"
"No."
She doesn't even look at him as she slides the cigs and glives back to him. "Fifteen twenty-seven."
He slides his card in. He can't help but wonder where you might be; not that he misses you or anything, he's just a curious man. He doesn't like not knowing things, and you're a rather difficult, raven-haired puzzle to decipher.
"S'cuse me, but-" he shifts his weight as he pockets his wallet. "Where's the other girl? Y'know, the one with all the-" he waves his hand in front of his face. "She usually works Thursdays."
The woman looks at him with a tight-lipped, glazed-over expression. "I'm not allowed to share any employee's schedule information, sir." She drones in a monotone, customer service voice.
He blinks for a moment, wracking his brain for a response. "I'm 'er uncle."
"Oh - she quit."
"Really?" Simon says - he's rather upset that you, an artistically-talented cashier he's met twice, is no longer employed at the lackluster retail store. "What happened?"
"Manager told her all that shit had to go." She leans her hip against the counter. "All that ugly face paint - it was freaking the customers out. She threw a hissy fit and stormed out."
He hummed, thiugh he took what she said with a grain of salt. "Right. Thanks." He said, shoving his hands in his pockets.
The woman sighs. "I mean, people paint themselves to look like the devil and expect to be treated like a normal human. Is that crazy, or am I just old?"
Just an old hag. "Dunno." He shrugs.
"Oh-" she holds up a finger, signaling for him to wait as she meanders to the end of the counter. She grabs an envelope and comes back to the cash register, handing it to Simon. "Give this to your niece. She never came back for her last paycheck."
He hesitates, wondering if he should make up some excuse like "Oh I'll tell her to pick it up." But, he said he was her uncle - now he has to deal with the responsibilities of it. He takes the envelope and shoves it into the pocket of his sweatshirt. Nodding towards the lady. "I'll make sure she gets it."
Simon hasn't tracked you down yet. Truthfully, he hasn't realy tried to; he wants to respect your privacy and chose not to look for you on social media - but he does frequent the restaraunt across the street from your old workplace, hoping to catch you if you ever decided to come back for your check. He's getting worried at this point - what if you show up and he doesn't see you, and then you start freaking out about getting your paycheck stolen by some random guy? That would be the highlight of his vacation leave. He isn't sure if Price would bail him out of jail for that one.
He's inside the restaraunt today, sitting in a booth and sipping on a mug of tea. Rain pelts against the windows, providing a background of white noise to his ever-active mind. He scrolls through his email on his phone, but as always, he's focused on work. The briefing doming up within the next week, that sergeant that failed the sniper placement, having to listen to Soap talk about how he spent his leave with his girl... it muddled around in his head, nothing staying in the forefront of his mind, but never dissipating, either.
He hears the door open, just as a peal of lighning crashes through the sky. Someone stomps their boots on the entry mat a ways behind Simon, and he hears the jingle of metal with each step towards the bar.
"I'm here for an interview."
Simon nearly snaps his neck with ho hard he turns his head. There you are - you've got your hair down, definitely not as teased as the last time he had seen you. Your makeup is less goth, although you've outlined your lips with a black liner that fades inwards to a crimson red, and your eyes are still sharp and smokey. You're wearing black jeans and a deep, red top, and an interesting pair of boots, decorated with small chains and studs.
Professional, but still incorporating your style. He can appreciate that.
Someone comes out from the back and walks over to you - you shake his extended hand with a smile, and he leads you to a booth farther away from Simon. He thinks he must look like a creep, staring at you in broad (rainy) daylight, but he can't help himself. He doesn't even know why, but you've got his attention like the moon pulls the waves of the ocean.
He stays there for a while - he can't hear every word you say, but he eats the comments and laughs that do filter through with a hungry mind. You sometimes model for any Goth-forward magazines; you're relieved that the owner of the restaurant doesn't care about toning down your style; you're honest - your roommate hadn't paid rent for a month and a half so you let them go, and now you need a little bit more cash than what a measly retail job can provide.
He can hear it in the man's tone: you're hired. He likes your forwardness and unique charm, and frankly, so does Simon. He's addicted to it. The last time anything had his attention like this was when he found out Gaz could do the splits - the shock factor had him surprised with how easily it truly wis to distract him when he comes across something so unusual. But this time, there was less of a ridiculousness, and more of an admiration.
He hears a lilt in the conversation; he turns to see you standing with an excited smile. Of course you would get the job, just look at you. You shake the owner's hand and grab your bag, a black canvas ine with all sorts of studs and spikes, and start heading towards the front door.
Simon can't let you slip away that easily.
"Movin' on from retail?" He says as you pass his booth.
You turn, looking confused, staring at him for a moment. It takes a few seconds before you recognize him, though your smile still holds some wariness to it. "Hey, weirdo...!" You say, standing next to his table. "You stalking me or something?"
He decides to be honest. "Was tryin'."
You furrow your brow an bit, your hands curling around the strap of your bag. "You were?"
"The clerk from the store gave me your check." He clarifies, pulling the envelope from his pocket. "Figured you weren't comin' 'round anytime to get it, so I tried lookin' for ya."
You wonder how this man was somehow able to get your paycheck, but you were a little less put-off. He seemed nice enough. You dropped your bag on the table and took the envelope, shoving it somewhere in your disorganized pockets. "You waiting on someone?" You ask.
"Was you." He comments, taking a sip of his whiskey. "Now, no one." God, he must look pathetic.
"Nice." You slide into the opposite side of the booth, your boots clacking against the legs of the tables. "Want another round? Some fries?" You look at him with those shadowed, big eyes, and he wants to keep you in this booth with him forever.
He chuckles. "You really don't-"
"Don't tell me what to do." You snap with a smirk. "Just choose. Drink, or fries? Or whatever you want, really. I haven't eaten lunch, and you look like interesting company."
He feels himself melting at your cocky, triumphant smirk as you dig around in your bag for your wallet. What did he do for life to deposit such a pretty thing right in his lap (we'll, a few feet away from it)? "Could go for a burger.
You smile, relaxing into the polyester seat. This big, quiet, lumbering thing has you intrigued, and apparently, the feeling is mutual. "What's your name?"
He smirks. He's not wearing his balaclava, but he doesn't really care about that at the moment. He takes a sip of his whiskey. "Simon. Yours?"
#ghost x goth reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost#ghost x reader#ghost x you#ghost cod#cod x reader#call of duty
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Man I love my partner so much. They bought me these from @potato-lord-but-not and augh.... the arthur doodle... hes going in my wallet.
Thanks J for making these and thanks to my lovely partner for buying these for me ♡
#how funny that this got me to front again#also funny my partner chose the willard sticker long before i got super fixated and emotional over it#lucky chance!#also my Parker kinnie ass staring so fucking hard at the little arthur doodle#im soooooo fucking emotional#also oscar ofc i love him but whoops emotional over arthur again#i need to listen to willard again
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*At a double date* *Bucky & Clint standing away from the table*
Bucky: There is no way you are paying that bill. It has been out here forever, and he hasn't even pretended to reach for his wallet.
Clint: This is torture, Bucky. I'll pay anything to end it.
Bucky: Stay strong.
*starting to fight over the credit card*
Clint: I'm weak. You married a weak man!
Bucky: Give it to me...Give it...Clint...
*credit card falls to the table & at the bill* *Waiter takes it*
Bucky: No! Walter! Walter! Walter! Augh
*Bucky & Clint getting back to the table*
Bucky: Okay. Here's the thing. We like hanging out-
Clint: No BUcky, No.
Steve: I know what this is about. Tony you should have paid the check. It's rude.
Clint: He is not rude. He is wonderful. I had to pay.
Bucky: Why?
Tony: Clint don't you say another word!
Steve: What the hell is going on here?
Tony: Nothing:
Bucky: Clinton?
Clint: Fine. If you have to know every last detail about my life. I lost a bet to Tony in Cabo. Now I own him five meals. There we're done.
Tony: That's it.
Bucky: Why didn't you just say it?
Clint: Th...There is no reason.
Bucky: What. Was. The bet?
Tony: Clint I mean it. Don't say another word.
Clint: They're gonna figure it out, Tony.
Tony: How could they figure out, Clint?
Clint: They're gonna figure it out. We were drunk on magaritas and we wanted to find out whos husband would eat the most crickets
Bucky & Steve: What?
Tony: Doesn't seem like they were circling that, Clint.
Bucky: You were just g-grabbing crickets and sneaking them into our food?
Clint: Not lives one. They were roasted
Bucky and Steve: Oh my god!
Bucky *pointing at Tony & Clint*: You're disgusting people.
Clint: You're missing the silver lining here, honey. I lost the bet.
Bucky: So I didn't eat crickets?
Tony: You ate three
Bucky: Ohhh
Clint: Steve had six
Steve: Six? *slapping Tony* You could've won with four.
Tony: Babe. Babe i could not take that chance
#source: modern family#incorrect marvel#winterhawk#stony#clint barton#clint barton/ bucky barnes#bucky barnes#tony stark#steve rogers#steve rogers/tony stark#616 marvel
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