#bro it's not like I can't afford my rent as is I just have an extra room not being used and would like to be able yo save $200 or so /mo

[christianstepmoms]

Lmao another roommate candidate ghosted the day of the interview.

[yanderefarm]

yandere pornstar

cw; choking, p in v, heterosexuals, nsft, murder, violence against women, dub con, dark content

ive had this one sitting in production for a minute but it's one of the darker ones in my opinion. i think he's so interesting and so fucked in the head. his yandere isn't as explicit in this but that's kinda on purpose. he's obsessed with you but he's good at hiding it especially because he's definitely also battling some internalized homophobia. like he will not examine how badly he wants to be your girlfriend no sir he'll just ask you uncomfortable questions and date women who he thinks are your type. and even then it doesn't matter if you don't like women because he'll just date women who remind him of you.

you live in a nice modern style house. the kind of house you'd usually find belonging to a billionaire who thinks having natural light is a personality trait. never in a million years would you be able to afford this place but a few months ago you'd found this guy looking for a roommate. the rent was dirt cheap, like the kind of dirt cheap that meant this was probably a scam. honestly, even after 3 months living there you were waiting for the rug to get pulled out from under you but as far as you could tell it was real and your roommate was just a nice guy. 

he was a large guy, his chest was broad and he was extremely tall. he was pretty hot too, he had piercings and tattoos and he was always wearing tight obscure rock shirts or horror shirts. personality wise he was a bit of a loud obnoxious guy, he could act like a real frat bro but he was nice? nice enough. the only real quirk about being his roommate was the part about sex. apparently your roommate was in porn and would often record videos in his house. it was like living with a frat bro in effect, he'd have big networking parties and sometimes that turned into big networking orgies. sometimes you would come home to see him and a young woman half naked surrounded by a camera crew. it was weird. but rent was cheap and your room had good noise insulation so you adapted. 

sometimes you would wake up in the morning and go to the kitchen only to find a random woman with messy makeup sitting there checking her phone. the first time it happened you offered to make her some pancakes and she appreciated the gesture. it was an odd morning routine but it was kind of nice making pancakes for your roommate and whatever girl he'd spent the night with so it became the norm. all in all living in this place was odd but comfortable, all it took was getting used to it. you even got used to your roommate's weird personal questions, the way he'd ask you about what kind of porn you liked or what kind of people you were into. it was awkward but you got used to it as just part of his personality.

eventually you started noticing the same girl at the kitchen table over and over again only with progressively more bruises and cuts on her. it's not really your place but you can't help but ask her if she's ok.

"oh! yeah don't worry it's from work."

"what kind of work do you do?"

"wanna see?"

she shows you her only fans account including her most recent post, a scene where she's in a familiar looking room with a masked man choking her out while they have sex. that's definitely your roommate in the video, it was definitely filmed in his room. your body couldn't help but react to the stimulation and you awkwardly excused yourself to eat breakfast. she didn't mind, in fact she said it was a compliment so atleast she was cool about it. still embarrassing.

it doesn't help that at some point she clearly told your roommate who's embarrassing personal questions start to shift. are you into choking? receiving or giving? do you think his girlfriend is hot? is she your type? you have to stop him from showing you more of their videos together because he's just way too eager.

in the end you do shamefully subscribe to her only fans. she's pretty for sure but you're more interested in your roommate and the scenarios they act out. she makes a lot of dark content; things like a kidnapper using her for his own entertainment and threatening to send the video to her parents, or a drunk friend breaking into her room, or a serial killer having fun with her before he kills her. in her older stuff before she started working with your roommate the guys who would bust into her room didn't have the right body type or demeanor to sell it. some of them acted like the cringiest internet doms. for some reason your roommate was so good at it.

you watched his arm flex around her throat while he held her in a headlock, her body bouncing on his lap while he looked at the camera. part of you wondered how good he'd look if he was in her position instead, his big muscles and large dick completely useless as his kidnapper made his eyes roll back. you really shouldn't have those thoughts about your roommate, you know that, but you can't stop fucking your fist to the thought of him. he's straight, nothing will ever come of it.

for the sake of your cheap rent and comfortable room you just pushed your feelings down only letting them out late at night into a bunch of tissues. that's until you come home one night to the living room dark and a tripod set up in front of the couch. that's not such an unusual sight, its not even the first time you've walked in on your roommate in the middle of work. it is the first time you've caught him actually balls deep in someone. he doesn't even take his hands off his throat when he looks at you with a stupid smile.

"hey, welcome home."

you were trying so hard to look anywhere else. "sorry.. uh im-im gonna-"

"oh! hey, babes!" his girlfriend was also smiling at you now.

you were hard. why were you hard. why did he notice that you were hard. you watched his eyes flick from your hard on to your face and back again a wide smile cracking across his face.

"yo, you like what you see? wanna take a ride?"

you don't know how they both actually convinced you to do this, maybe you were hornier than you realized. your roommates large rough hands were stroking your heavy cock while his girlfriend was on her knees in front of you her tongue stuck out to catch every drop of precum. you leaned your head back against his shoulder and moaned as he squeezed your tip. you looked at him for a moment, your face flushing red as he gave you a confident smirk. his girlfriend wrapped her lips around your tip and began licking and sucking trying to drain you of every drop while your roommates hands squeezed your cock so firmly it felt like he was trying to push your cum out. you moaned louder this time, one of your hands gripping onto his forearms to steady yourself.

"baby, you should give him a nice reward for all his donations."

oh god he knew. of course he knew. his girlfriend pulled her mouth off your cock with a wet pop and moved onto her back. your roommate guided you onto your knees in front of her, his breath heavy in your ears.

"you ever do this before buddy?"

all you could do was shake your head, most people probably have never been in this scenario before either.

"gonna make you feel so good. gonna fuck her real nice."

he guided your large cock along her folds, rubbing it against her clit and soaking you in her juices. you watched as he pressed your tip against her hole and pushed it in drawing a loud moan from her. she was definitely a pornstar the way she reacted and played up your cock filling her, moans and arching her back and tightening her cunt. it felt good but you soon came to miss the feeling of your roommate's hands squeezing you as they instead moved to help guide your hips. he kept you at a fast pace until you were the one maintaining it yourself, hips drilling into her as hard and fast as you could.

"why haven't you cum yet? you like it don't you?" he grunted in annoyance. "here let's tighten her up, huh?"

he moved his hands over your own and wrapped them around her neck. it took you a moment to notice and you immediately tried to squirm and pull away.

"you know how much she likes it"

"mmmhmmm~ c'mon babes.. make me see stars..."

his hands squeezed around your own forcing you to choke her as your hips began to slow down a bit. you didn't know what you were doing, this seemed incredibly unsafe but his hands were stronger than yours. her pussy squeezed around you but the stimulation wasn't enough to keep you hard as your panic was more overwhelming. your hips stopped entirely when her face started to get red.

"stop! pl-please i want to stop!"

"i'll stop when she makes you cum."

you knew that wasn't going to happen but you didn't know what else to do. your hips picked up a frantic desperate pace as you tried so hard to feel good. there were tears splashing onto her reddening face as you began to cry and babble your apologies as best you could.

her eyes started to roll back and you still hadn't gotten any closer to cumming so with an annoyed huff your roommate pulled your hands off of her. she sucked in a gasp of air her entire body heaving as she could finally breathed. your roommate moved away from you letting you pull out and you crawled over away from them, sobbing.

"tch... guess you didn't like her that much huh?"

you couldn't speak just whimpering and rubbing your hands.

"poor guy..."

he easily lifted you in his arms and carried you to your bed. you thought he said something else but you didn't catch it as your body started to relax. you managed a small thank you before his figure disappeared.

you expected it to just be a weird story and an awkward breakfast but she never came to sit in the kitchen. you had finished making all the pancakes when the front door opened and your roommate walked in looking dour. he stopped when he looked at you, looking away from you then back.

he took a deep breath. "... she's dead."

your eyes widened and you felt your stomach churn.

"last night i brought her back to my room but she wasn't feeling well and i thought she was just tired... when i woke up she wasn't breathing."

you covered your mouth with your hand as tears flooded your vision. you moved to get your phone when your roommate grabbed your hand tight enough to hurt.

"you get it right? you killed her." you were forced to drop your phone which cracked on the tile. "i hid the body, made sure no one will ever know. I'm willing to help you cause you're my friend but you gotta be good."

you couldn't speak all you could do was slowly nod.

"thats a good boy."

[two-white-butterflies]

riptide | a. targaryen

Description: Aegon's friends wonder why he has all the coolest things, even though he doesn't have a job. Pairing: college-student!aegon/ceo!reader two

"Do you call someone a sugar mommy when they're younger than you?" Aegon scrolls on his phone, reading the thousands of messages that you sent to him. His brother's eye widens, placing the bottle of beer down the table loudly.

"So the person that your dating is a sugar mommy?" his brother insinuated, and Aegon freezes on his tracks. It was well known around the campus that he was taken, but no one knew by whom. They didn't even know if the person he was dating was a girl or a boy.

All that they knew was that they managed to leave gifts for Aegon everywhere around the campus. From flowers to handwritten notes, everyone was interested about his love-life. The professors had a running bet - some of them think that his lover is a politician, others think that they're an actress - but one thing was for certain, they didn't know who she was.

"I mean - you do change your wardrobe every season," the man pointed - staring at his brother's new coat. Aemond was a little jealous of his older brother - it must be nice to have some sort of power on your side. "It's called having flair," his brother snorts, while taking a swig of his beer.

"Flair requires money - and our father doesn't send us a lot of that." Aemond rolls his eye, reaching for his phone to scroll on his instagram. "I mean, good for you. It's hard to find money in this economy." Aemond sighs, leaning down on his chair.

He still had a few thousand dollars in his bank account - but he'd need to find a job in order to afford rent next month. "- just make sure that they're not a mafia boss, or something." the man teased, smiling as he sees a meme of Thomas Shelby on his newsfeed.

"I'd give the world if she was just a mafia boss," he mumbled, eyes drifting off to the gala that you were attending. You looked ravishing wearing that designer gown - too bad he wasn't there to dance with you, as he was occupied with another event.

"Are you following her on your instagram?" Aemond inquired - scrolling down his brother's 'following' list. Aegon's eyes narrowed, closing his phone and attempting to peek through his brother's.

"No," he lied - thinking that it would be enough to stop Aemond.

"Is she following you?" Aemond questioned - scrolling to the left to access his 'followers' list. "Can you stop stalking me?" Aegon glares and another sigh escapes his brother's mouth.

"Why can't you tell me? I tell you everything," he complained in a manner that only a little brother would. "I told you about Alys," he asserted, thinking that it would be enough to sway Aegon.

"She's a fucking cougar," Aegon cursed while rising to his feet.

"- as for my girlfriend, you'll know when we get married."

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Everyone was whispering behind his back - apparently a big box was brought in front of his apartment, and nobody knew what it was. "This one's big," Aemond remarked while helping his brother bring it inside their shared room. "The same thing can be said about me," Aegon joked - settling the box loudly on the floor.

He reaches for the phone on his back pocket, prepared to call you and ask what you gave him.

"Hello, baby." your melodious voice floods his senses, his stomach is filled with butterflies.

"Hey baby, I got a package - do you know what it is?" he asked, seeing no evidences of your address or name on the box.

A small laugh exits your mouth, and he could hear the chatter of the office from behind you. "You should open it baby, I got to go now." you smile while hanging up.

He places the phone back on his pockets, watching while his brother opens the box with an exacto knife. "I just hope it's not expensive enough to get robbed," Aemond crossed his fingers - lifting the top sheet of the styrofoam from the object.

A gasp escapes his mouth as he realized that it was the gaming pc that he was pining for. "Oh my god," he cursed, a smile paints his lips as he opened it further.

He made a mental note to thank you once your meeting was over.

(your name)'s story

@watercolorskyy

[devinetheory-2]

POETRY ISNT ALWAYS PRETTY

I didn't call because

I didnt want you to hear

the sadness in my tone

I can't let you see the madness

In my mind

As I try

to accept

the fact that

I

Am

Alone

But I won't go back

to a

bro

ke

n ho

me

I can't come over because

I cant let you smell

the bar and the cologne

All on my clothes.

The women I had with me

the night before

When you had supposedly

broken Your phone

But still

I had to hear your voice

You made your choice

But I cant move on

As try to allign myself

With the idea

That this is real.

Smoke, drink and fk the pain away

Until the memory of her face

Fades from my horizon

And my mind

is completely thrown

And made insane this way

forgets the lies and

My body is paralyzed

With your level of toxicity

Admittedly

I am not very good

with this grief

Or these memories

Searching desperately for symmetry

Trying hard not

to remember our stars

Lest the sadness within

Cripple me

Like how we would always

be together

Like a pair of dice

Or you were my puzzle

And I was your missing piece

Forever searching for paradice

A paradox behind a pair of eyes

And you've likely ended my life

When you took yours

And I'm not sure I can compare a time

Where I didnt swear Im fine

I am an unspoken paradigm

Praying that prayer of mine

Hoping that that theres a sign

A direction I can take

With someone that can relate

To elevate my mental state

To a place I can repair my mind

Always threatened

to do more

Would it be you

Wondering what did I ever

fuck with you for

Stealing food from grocery stores

To provide you more

Of what you couldnt afford

Honesty on a severe decline

And always so rare to find

Pushing through the storm

Anything to keep you warm

Remove the sheath from my sword

As I sleep in that 2 door ford

You want more

You gotta do more for it

Feeling like Hugh Jackman

In that movie swordfish

And I've been letting someone live

rent free in my mind

that can't really afford the mortgage

And I'm trying to evict

But since buying the lies

I really don't have any

money left this time

to take you to court or go to war with

Holding you accountable

just resorts to more shit

and your so called friends

can't seem to see you transform

Until you go to war or forfeit

And these whores support it

Meanwhile I'm Confused

as his muse ignores him

And I choose to light that fuse

And use to get more lit

And I take over

the natural order of things

And try to force shit

As a result my views are morbid

And I see death as the only thing

that soothes the war

But the warrior inside

Refuses to lose

I avoid the noose

Take another sip

from my bottle

of poisoned and poor choices

I let destroy him

- Devine Theory

[mbrainspaz]

for a decade they told me 'don't try' 'just don't even try' 'try less' 'stop trying so hard'

bro I finally tried not trying and I'm scared.

For the first 9 months at my new job I've made a concerted effort to put out work like what I perceive to be an average neurotypical person amount, which to me feels like extreme laziness and incompetence, and made my brain feel like it was physically melting.

But it's freaking working????

f*ck

I literally only work 3 days a week at this point, if that, and barely pretend to work for the rest. And bosses seem to be... maybe not impressed with my performance (which hurts), but certainly satisfied.

Which, hey, at this point I've been burned enough times while doing the work of 3 people and getting paid as half of one that that's enough for me. That has to be enough for me.

They told me they only cared if I got all my assigned tasks done, and I have.

and when I tell you they gave me a freaking promotion and a raise already???

It hurts my brain, but my brain always hurts (thanks adhd) so I'll cope.

Yesterday I got bored and accidentally finished a 2 day assignment in 10 minutes and nearly blew my cover. Sure, I am a little paranoid that at any moment they're going to pounce on me and accuse me of not doing enough, but until they actually do I'm beating those feelings back with a nail-studded baseball bat. For my mental health, you understand. I mean, it's not all bullshit. Technically they do need a guy to lurk around 24/7 waiting to accomplish a few random tasks every week, and I'm also good for that. Maybe that gives me the shred of sanity I need to keep going.

Anyway, here's an incomplete list of the nonsense I've gotten up to while trying to do my corporate job like a 'normal' person, aka, not trying:

wrote a chapter of my novel

did a digital nocturne painting of a boy riding a dragon

walked down the street to Barnes & Noble and read comics for an hour, several times

spent an entire day doing illustrations for my second job that I still have because even though this job pays me the most I've ever made, cost of living is also the most I've ever had to pay

grilled burgers on my patio

so much laundry

napped with my dogs

played in the sprinkler with my old horse

errands

mowed my landlords lawn

made a tiktok

got a little too involved in an ex-evangelical sub-reddit

walked my dogs

cleaned the moldy shed I live in because I still can't afford to rent a house or non-infested apartment for $2k

watched the new animated transformers movie and thought it was actually pretty fun

[atalossofwords]

YOU TASTE THE SILVER - IvanTill WIP (PART 1)

Hi y'all. The brainrot took me with no warning, and I've written 5k for these two just the last two days. I've no idea how much I'll write, but I'm going to squeeze the serotonin for as long as I can lmao

Anyhow, this is a streamer/actor AU that somehow evolved into a sugar daddy AU. Till is a streamer, and Ivan is a famous actor who found him when he was a small streamer and fell in love; he's been sending donations for a good while now, but they've never communicated outside of it.

Until Till opens his PO box and Ivan's need to spoil Till is too much, at least. Then all bets are off, and Till finally starts thinking more about the stranger who keeps sending him gifts. I have a basic outline for it all, but I'm going with vibes first, since I mostly just want to write them and torture Ivan.

I'm going to be posts little snippets of what I've writer so far over the next few days, so please don't be afraid to come to my inbox to ask about them!

This was inspired by this fic! Check it out!

Till wasn't the most famous streamer there was. Not anything near that, actually, though he thinks he does well enough.

He has an established fanbase, almost 500k of them, he's sold some merchandise and collabed with some pretty nice people. He likes streaming, varying between his songwriting and recording processes and any new video game that catches his fancy.

When he started, he didn't think he'd do this for a living. He probably wouldn't be able to afford it, being a struggling musician as he was, for once.

He couldn't blame his comfortable living situation solely on one person, no, since that would be incredibly inconsiderate of the rest of his fans, but this one Navi person definitely funded Till's move from his old apartment mostly by themselves.

Case in point.

NAVI (TILL'S ATM) DONATED $100: Hyung, how's the new house?

Till reads the donation out loud, ignoring his chat going a little crazy over Navi's donation. By now, Till is used to Navi only ever sending messages through donations. He'd be so flustered, in the beginning, and worried enough he almost disabled them. Luckily Hyuna talked him out of it.

"It's going well. As everyone can see, my studio isn't done yet," he says, gesturing behind himself into the empty expanse of freshly painted wall. At least he'd painted it black already. "but the rest is going okay. I'm really sorry for the week I had to take off, everyone."

He quickly scams the chat, his heart feeling warm as all the people watching rush to reassure him that it's not a problem, he should take care of himself, and how glad they are he managed to move from his shitty rented apartment.

"Actually, I have some news for you all." He scratches his neck, a nervous habit, and looks to the side. Hyuna convinced him to do this, so he knows it's something streamers do, but he can't help being anxious about it. "Since I moved, and this place needs some decorations, I was thinking of opening a PO box and doing an... what's it called? Unboxing?"

The chat is going crazy, he can barely keep up, oh god. He feels his cheeks heat.

"An unboxing live and then decorate my stream setup with some stuff I get. Would you guys like that?"

His chat is a mess of "yeses" and incoherent screams, and Till can't help but smile a little. He's got to say, he's looking forward to this.

The following weeks are a bit of a mess. He streams less than normal, still setting up his new apartment; he goes with Hyuna to buy electronics she swears will make his streaming better.

Dewey, his brother, goes with him to buy a new shelving unit and help him set up all his new furniture. Isaac is strangely fixated on saying Till needs rugs and other things, otherwise his apartment is "just a place, not a home, bro", apparently.

He checks in with his PO box frequently, each day more excited by all the packages he got. After two weeks he announces on twitter he'll be closing the PO box in a week since he wants to be able to open all the gifts on stream and he's already got a good amount of them.

The day after his announcement, he goes to pick up any new packages to store in his living room since he doesn't want to burden the office workers and finds a package that makes his stomach twist in itself.

It's a large box, clearly packed by hand instead of the usual post-service stamps. And it has a large sticker reading "FROM: NAVI" on it.

Till doubts anyone would use the name to get his attention, since he does treat all his viewers equally, so this really is from Navi. He wonders what is in it, since Navi clearly has money to spare and intends to spend it on Till.

"It's probably a maid dress." Hyua says, helping him lug it all to his apartment.

"It's not!" He splutters, mortified. Hyuna raises an incredulous eyebrow. "It's probably snacks, or something like that. Navi's said they travel a lot." That, somehow, just makes the eyebrow twitch higher.

"You remember what your viewers say?" She asks, hip-checking his door open. He follows, frowning a little. He always remembers what his viewers say.

Navi, obviously, since they only talk in donations, but also a few other regulars. Kirby has an older sister they're sharing the computer with; Siren started learning the guitar because of Till, and is doing well for himself; Jaewoon – with the username Till's Merch Overlord – draws and is currently suffering through art university, BonBon who has a one-year-old and listens to Till while doing his household chores.

"Yeah? I mean, there's only so many people who regularly chat. And out of those, a good part are my mods." He says, shrugging. He knows Hyuna pays someone to mod for her, but Till didn't think he'd need a mod, since he never expected to get so many views. He kept going without mods for so long that the most active members of the community ended up auto-modding the rest, at which point Till just reached out and asked if they wanted to mod, and now he pays them for it because he felt bad otherwise.

(Of course, Navi isn't a mod. They'd fit Till's criteria, but they never chatted normally, so it was kind of hard to ask.)

"Aaah, you're just too wholesome, heartbreaker." Hyuna says, sighing, the old nickname that still makes Till confused coming out with a teasing lilt. She waves him off before he can say anything, though, plopping the box on the couch and grinning at Dewey. "Hey, this one you'll definitely want to check!"

Till rolls his eyes as his brother 'oohs' and 'aahs' over the package, Isaac peering over with a pocket knife ready to pry it open. When Till mentioned opening a PO box, he insisted on checking the gifts beforehand, just to make sure they were all stream-appropriate and, most importantly, not dangerous for Till.

He was grateful his brother cared, but he was less amused by the teasing and hint-dropping they'd been doing over the content of the packages. He leaves them to it, moving to the kitchen to get some much-needed coffee.

Looks like Isaac bought bungeo-ppang, so Till fills a mug and picks one, nibbling at it and looking into his fridge. He should go buy more food, but there's a seven-eleven right across his street, so he almost never bothers stocking up. He does need to get more tea, though, since he dislikes drinking water, and for reasons unknown, his chat enjoys it when he drinks on-stream.

He finishes updating his list and walks back to the living room, where Dewey has already closed the package back up, but is holding a small parcel in his hand, frowning. Hyuna looks over as he approaches, a complicated expression on her face.

"The rest of the package is fine to open on-stream, but I think this one might be best off-stream." She says, and the lack of any teasing or barb makes him worried. She must've read that in his expression, because she grins. "Do you happen to know why this Navi person likes you so much? I wouldn't mind getting some of these myself."

Till can't help but scowl, snatching the parcel from Dewey's hands. He doesn't know Navi, not really, but they're still one of his first viewers, and they do kind of give Till a lot of money.

"Keep your hands away from my viewers, hag." He has to move fast to escape her grab, which soon develops into a little keep-away with the parcel, soon ending up with Dewey on the ground howling with laughter as Isaac tries to haul Hyuna off him, curled on himself on the ground to keep the parcel to himself.

"Ugh, you brat! Just open it!!" She exclaims, sitting down on Dewey's lap, making the older man yelp. Till huffs, but sits up to analyse the gift.

It seems to be an envelope, like many of the letters he got, but there was something inside of it, making it weirdly bulky. Till folds it open, tipping the envelope so whatever it is can fall on his open hand, and stares.

There is a pair of... earrings, on his hand.

Diamond earrings, to be precise.

That the fuck.

Till stares at it, then peers inside the envelope. Nothing weird falls out, like a damned credit card or pure gold, but a little recipe with the return address of a high-class jewellery store makes itself known. The rest of the envelope contains a certification for the damned diamonds.

Till curls up back again, head in his hands, groaning. His face is so hot you could cook an egg in it.

Navi got him diamond piercings because Till complained once, months ago, that he wanted to switch out his piercings but didn't have the money for it.

"C'mon Till! You didn't tell me you had a sugar daddy!" Hyuna jeers, and from the hiss and yelp, Dewey just dropped her. The sound of them bickering – Hyuna insisting this Navi person has to be after Till's virtue, and Dewey being insulted by the thought of someone going after his little brother like that, plus Isaac googling the store to throw fuel on the fire – is enough to distract Till form his own freakout.

He sits back up, his face still red, to study the piercings better. There are six items in total. One is a simple diamond stud, a tiny and delicate stone, probably for his second hole. A pair of bigger stones, with four elongated asymmetrical spikes, making it look like a shining star, probably for his first hole. One's a series of round stones inlaid together in a belt, forming a hoop, for his helix piercing. The final ones are two silver loops, delicate and silver, for his double auricle piercing.

He thinks if he puts any of those on, he's going to spontaneously combust.

(Later that night, after Hyuna and Isaac went home and Dewey crashed on his couch, Till locks his bedroom door and tries them on. The pair of star-shaped earrings go on both ears, the tiny stud on his left, alongside the helix, which he takes a while to get on since it is so finicky, he pierced it himself with a safety pin in high school. The hoops go on his right, looking a little lonely with just the earring, remembering Till that he really wishes he had money to get a constellation on that ear.

He's wearing a simple white shirt, ready for bed, that slips off his shoulder to show off the simple moon covered by clouds on his clavicle, clashing with the TILL tattoo he has over his neck. He turns this way and that, watching the diamonds shine, and feels almost bad for using them.

Why did Navi send this to him? What did Till do, to deserve something as delicate as this? He's not the kindest of people, he's kind of an asshole actually, all shouting and side eyes. He's not the kind of guy that can properly appreciate such nice jewellery, not the kind of person that should be appreciated like this.

Still. The diamond shines against his skin, the silver compliments his white hair. He takes most of them off, only keeping the simple snake bites. He doesn't want to somehow dirty up the diamonds.)

part two

[dracoxmalereader]

Fanfiction is temporary, brainrot is forever. This image gives me so much brainrot.

It's giving soundcloud rapper!Draco. 😭 Retired to the muggle world with his little boyfriend and after however many years he's decided to pursue a rap career.

So now for the last hour I've just been writing Draco SoundCloud lyrics. Bro is dropping fiendfyre on the beat. Here is my favorite chunk, it's much better if you imagine it in a British accent for canon compliance, because that's how I wrote it:

Tower, astronomy, Dumbledore wannabe

Muggleborn bitches is sick from my harmonies

Snape's number one, occul-o-mency prodigy

Can't say I feel no remorse, my apologies

Mother's lil' boy all grown up on the track

Hit the studio count up my streams then my stacks

I'm killing the daw like it's gonna attack

Ava-da keda-vra like it's taking me back

🎤🎙️💻💽💯📀🚬

Imagine him writing these lyrics at your guys's tiny ass kitchen table and you have to listen to him re-record it a dozen times because he can't figure out how to change the bpm in Pro Tools and somehow got it stuck at 180.

He can afford to rent a studio but he's stubborn and insists he can do it himself and doesn't need help. It takes ages for him to give in but you're so sick of him buying equipment you can't fit anywhere. ☠️

"A real musician uses an actual one, not some stock feature. 🙄" "We don't have room for a forty channel mixing console, Draco!" And then he gives you the silent treatment for three days.

[lasersheith]

Why does the united states hate poor people so much man for real

I've been unemployed for 6 months, desperately looking for work that I can do with my disability, and my bank just emailed me to say they're going to start charging me a monthly fee because I don't have a direct deposit. Like bro I wish I had a direct deposit for you, desperately and fervently, but I am simply not gainfully employed. I'm gonna call on Monday and see if they can waive it for a few more months or something because otherwise I have to close my account :/ I can't afford to get charged for being poor on top of my $750 insurance premium per month on top of all my meds and doctor visits and rent and student loans etc etc :/

[brinnanza]

So the lifeguards at the rec center are required to do four hours of training a month (inservice), and since it's primarily teenagers, the training is always on the weekends, which I Categorically refuse to work. there's individual inservice, but it's like way WAY more work and you have to inconvenience your coworkers massively because you can't exactly practice a spinal rescue solo. also they're chronically understaffed, so there aren't people available to do that anyway.

however, since it is primarily teens and they are extremely unreliable as people (because none of them are working in a survival sense it's just in a can afford gas and starbucks sense) so they've been skipping inservice constantly. it's like pullin teeth to get the kids to the things that are scheduled around THEIR needs because they're, you know, children. Which I get. I too was once a teenage lifeguard.

I am, of course, a 34 year old adult with a rent payment and a cat, but I'm available during school hours, so ideally they would have me on the schedule 10 to 5 M-F from now until I die. but I'm not a part time lifeguard because I'm doing Great, yknow? so I'm like bro please like 12 hours and they still give me 16 AND I have to get on my boss's case every time a new schedule comes out.

So I owe a couple of hours for April. Couldn't make it to an inservice due to some local craft fairs I've been vending at, didn't have the time or spare people for individual inservice, and I wasn't coming in when I wasn't scheduled. I figured they'd do a make up inservice at the beginning of May and I'd just tag on that, cause that's what they did at the beginning of April.

anyway, I just received an email from the rec center and they are apparently Done Playing about inservice. if you owe ANY hours for April, you will be removed from the schedule entirely. Once you make up April AND do May, then you can be scheduled in June. which, fair. like you Have to know the stuff yknow. it can be people's LIVES on the line, so you gotta get regular practice.

There are plenty of teens to work evenings and weekends. There is Barely Anyone who can work during school hours. so now my boss has to decide if he is going to sit in the stand every single day to get enough coverage OR if he is going to invent a reason the policy doesn't apply to me so I can stay on the schedule.

I am actively trying to transfer into another department that is less physically demanding and I have Stuff To Do so like. Pull the trigger piglet.

[delusion-of-negation]

Hi, I really need help staying afloat right now as I just got kicked out and am wondering if you could reblog my pinned post so more people could see it? Sorry to bother you, it's perfectly fine if you can't, and thank you for your time!!

your earliest post is only a couple months ago

your archive doesn't work and your blog is hidden from the web

in the rare original posts, you're tag spamming unrelated stuff

you've been sending this to everyone, mostly strangers afaik, it follows the same formula as scams, eg the "rb my pinned post"

and yet you haven't thanked a single ko-fi supporter, the site will notify you to do it whenever people donate, it takes ten seconds

additionally "My parents found out I was trans last month so they kicked me out and fired me from their shop, where I’ve been working to support my family." they own a shop where you worked to support them? help me with the maths there. and "I can’t get a job because there’s none where my friend lives and I don’t have a car to be able to commute, and I can’t borrow my friend’s car because she’s using it for her own job. I’ve seriously tried to find any solution out of this, but I can’t [...] I need money for either some shitty car so I can commute, or rent so I can leave my friend’s place and get my own where I could find work." you're asking for 4k, my dude. that's a lot more than a shit car or a couple months rent, and I can't understand it. cars on ebay vary from a couple hundred to a couple thousand, my family could never afford more than that and they would get cars there. you could uber or taxi or take the bus, or get dropped off by your friend, or otherwise carpool, or so on, and ask for a fraction of this to supply your friend with some food and to pay for your journey until you're settled in. it's been a month since you even left and you've already established there are zero jobs nearby unless you buy a fancy car, what about remote work? and you say your friend wouldn't kick you out and can afford rent, so why not raise money for food shopping to help her out (which you cite as the issue here) while you look for a work from home job or a means of transport? and you took days to make a vague post about a confrontation with your friends' parents? no vent nearer the time, just a vague post spammed into unrelated tags? the timing and "logic" is all over the place. I'm sorry, this isn't adding up at all. I've been literally homeless multiple times, and I've had to ask for help myself a couple times - I have my bro's fundraiser pinned, and I have my own ko-fi in my bio, and I have a post explaining about how I could become homeless again unless I meet inconsistent and unreliable demands of my landlord, something I've talked about for over a year on here venting and stuff. so I'm no stranger to these situations, and the lack of supporting info for yours is weird enough, but there's also the scam-like practices, and the fact that 4k doesn't check out at all, that's more than the deposit to rent outside of big cities (where you would have no issue with job quantity or lack of public transport, so we can assume you're not in one). you have no breakdown of why the high asking price or where you got that number for a car or anything. I checked the notes of that pinned post and the ko-fi and scrolled through your entire blog, and I couldn't find any additional information of the sort. I really wanted to believe you weren't a scammer taking advantage of people's kindness, but with all this in mind that's understandably difficult for me. I'll let others make up their minds on this one.

[stetsil]

Hello, I'm @Grimmoire, local expert in bad life choices, professionally unpaid therapist for my own regrets, and proud mom of three with zero wedding rings to show for it. I once thought hooking up with every guy in sight would make me look cool. Turns out, the only thing cooler than that is…well, *literally* anything else. So, here I am on Tumblr, hoping your validation will pay the rent I can’t afford. Every reblog fuels my children’s dreams, and every like gets me one step closer to ignoring my life choices with confidence. Let’s make my emotional support community a little louder, shall we?

Don’t ever blame me if my children grow up to be messed-up people. Don’t question me if my daughter gets pregnant at 14 I’ll just say, "let’s have sex with that guy together" after always bragging "I fucked your dad" why can't i fuck the guy who made my 14 year old daughter pregnant? :3 Don’t blame me if she ends up pregnant without marriage and no money—just like I did.

Bro what in the actual fuck is this? This is disgusting. Get the fuck off my page and I sincerely hope you get hit by a bus 💜

[stayoutofitp]

Money money money. Bills bills bills.

Living is such a fucking hassle.

Every month is like a dance. This bill- oh shit car payment yup now rent again- Oh no forgot one of my 7 utilities. Now I have NOTHING in my bank account till two more weeks from now.

My life is a constant jiggle of money.

I never stop working.

I'm barely home, the place I work all day to be able to sleep at.

I hate being alive. It's not fun.

On top of it I can't even enjoy the food I can barely afford because I get fat so easily.

I'm genuinely so tired.

I just want to stop constantly stressing out.

It's never ending.

Do I really have to do this another 60 years?

Bro I'm sorry I can't handle that.

I hope my ED takes me young I swear.

[geekandanerd]

Welcome to my rant about my job

My manager told me when I was hired in that we were overstaffed and I'm "lucky" that she was "kind" enough to give me a chance. Come to find out I was one of 4 new hires. Annnnnd they just hired 5 more people in my 4th week and cut me down to 9 HOURS a week here soon.

I'm being quiet fired I think. Since I hired in, whenever I work a shift with the manager she just treats me so bad, and keeps cutting my hours. I'm constantly getting lectured, that I'm not doing enough(my work friend and I tested this out by having us both do the same exact thing but I was the one who got picked out. Oh no we both put a candy on the wrong shelf! But I got blamed for BOTH)

I've heard my Manger talking to customers, justifying the way she talks to me in order to "knock her privileged self down a peg" wtf you mean girl, just because I live with my mom and go to college DOES NOT mean I'm a spoiled lil rich girl. I got my education by working hard for the scholarships I have. I worked my ASS of my whole life just to me able o get to where i am now. If it weren't for the scholarships, I never would have considered further education. I live with my mom cause wtf I can't afford an apartment, bills or really much of anything on the $12 and hour, 9 hour week which actually subtract 2 hours of that for unpaid breaks, that I make.

I have worked hard for the life that I have, and have faced fucking abuse from family and friends, have financially struggled as a family for YEARS. The only reason we haven't lived paycheck to paycheck as a family is because we left my alcoholic abusive father who would steal our money for selfish means. But no. My PRIVILEGED ass needs to be "knocked down a peg".

I'm hoping to stick it out until I can maybe find a paid internship for my major. After all I have textbooks to buy, gas, car insurance, money for the repairs for my car that's literally falling apart(needs repairs biweekly, oh! And trying to find a cheaper replacement for the car as a whole), help for my mom with groceries and rent so she can buy my lil bro some new clothing....oh! And because it's summer our energy bill is higher so gotta help with that. Not gonna touch the fact that I have need to deal with trying to figure out whats wrong with me health wise(cause that's on the backbones for now. Don't have the time to deal with it)

And yes, I am thankful for everything, my moms kindness, my brothers, my moms boss(who's like and uncle honestly. Him and his family has helped us so much), the fact that my family's budgeting and saving since leaving my dad has let us live a lil more comfortably. That my grandparents have been there for us.

Never fucking judge a book by its cover cause you never know what's its about until you open it. And you know nothing about the authors life until they reveal it to you.

I really needed to rant about this so whoever reading this, thanks for listening.

[sadscorpiobaby]

The worst part about being poor isn't even struggling to buy food or rent it's literally the fact that my family suffers too due to capitalism and there's nothing I can do,, my Grammy can't afford a car so she depends on us and it makes her feel so sad and like a burden,, my sister has to completely take care of 4 people with her 19$ an hour and they rarely have food in their fridge and she has bad teeth that need fixing,, my mom has legal bills cus she got fucked over by a "friend", this life is just fucked bro

[nityarawal]

Notes to hustling landlord for his last minute electrical bill:

Breeding for Dog Owners - Caring for Newborn Puppies | VCA | VCA Animal Hospitals

https://vcahospitals.com/know-your-pet/breeding-for-dog-owners-caring-for-newborn-puppies#:~:text=During%20the%20first%20four%20days,29.5%2D32%C2%B0C).

Google says it should be 70-80. Do you have a heat pad for them?

My cash came in! (: Yay! Relief! MJ loaned us a heat pad for puppies and is going to run me into town possibly.

Are you going anyways?

I need to go to liquor store too.

Do you need anything?

OK thanks. I just can't afford more yet but I got your $300! Hopefully Gabriel tarps roof tonight. It's too wet right now. I'm just warming up at MJs. I thought it was sweet of them to loan heat pad. I just put it on low. I gave the dogs alot of love and care when you weren't around. 3-6 cans of tuna/day etc. You asked me to check on them. Otherwise I was never in your room. No worries. When I get money I'll upgrade to Mike's. Can we turn it around? His place is cute. I just like entrance north or east.

Do you accept bit coin? I need to figure out new banking now that it broke! Lmk if you want to create it in a fun way. I'm going to be creative.

I don't have it. I told you I need to get my divorce refunds from court. My kids are raped so thats proority to stop. Did you find Melodys phone with Jada screenshots from nurse Darlene's smear campaign? I let Idyllwild Health Center know about their defamation trial at America 1st Legal. Send me all your testimony. Another mom is getting her refunds from Elon Musk now. I'll let Melody know her Sugar Daddy at Big Pharma needs to cover it. I would've had bank and insurance refunds if she didn't spread her legs for drugs & hooker car. Protect ranch better next time from court Hoes please. No teeth- no business- ever. Sober friends & clients only. Lol Prayers. Lmk if you want to rent 2 vacant trailers. They could pay immediately.

Are you going to be a hater over your irresponsible heating bills for pets? I had no heat or bed all winter after Melody sold me to a Chula Vista bonified court pedo- and still have leaky roof bro and your Cougar hustled me as a sex worker. Gross? Yeah- it is. No triangulation with felons. Merci. Thankyou. Grazie works with moms. And heat/food. Priorities. TG MJ let me warm up in snow storms at her place & Gabriel tried to fix propane heater we bought $20 in gas for. Do you have another? It's broken. I love your dogs and was happy to help caretake for birth all weekend & feed them 50 + cans of Tuna. Loved your toasty room. Thankyou! Maybe offer rewarding incentives to tenants- like jacuzzi- for labors & humane housing/ rick concerts? Also- does that dryer work? My bedding & carpet is so wet! Flooding! Mr. Landlord- we wish you a fine day!!! You will manifest this. You got it. No need to start ww4. It didn't work w/ Melody or Mikey did it? Peace. Merci. $Nityalakshmi

#Irany #GetSome w/ Dr. HALL.

HEARD HES GIVING FREE CHIRO TO HOOKERS & COMEDIANS! Your cousin?

Auntie Janet Hall was my nanny & her son Chris Hull is a political whore. He made my Jewish bff do Morning after pill.

I would never date anyone named Chris. For record. Or Mark. Now Halls. (:

Thank Melody.

You're very own court syphalis spreading #Trumpleberry political actress Cougar. Merci!!!!!! Lol

[undeadgoathead]

Don't get me wrong, I am still super proud of myself for finding such a cute, affordable flat in such a short amount of time, especially considering the mental/emotional hell I was struggling with from a messy breakup(and the aftermath of which continues to haunt me). And I also take great pride in all the organization, renovations, installations, and interior design that I put into it.

But...I mean... it's still just an apartment. In Albuquerque, no less. I can fluff it up with all the fancy French furniture, expensive appliances, and girly decorations I want. But it will always be kind of hood, just a little bit ghetto, no matter how much I fuss and fawn over the interior. It's what's outside that I'm worried about. Location, location, location!

I mean, in my first week here, I already lost a Louis Vuitton purse (!), as well as brand new rose gold hair straightener and matching curling iron, still in their boxes. Someone probably stole them, so I already mistrust my neighbors. And management acted all buddy-buddy right until the moment I signed the contract and they handed over the key, and then their true colors immediately started to show. When I reported the missing purse and salon products, and asked whether they were covered by my renter's insurance, they never answered the phone, nor returned my many messages, so I guess I just have to take yet another L.

On my first week, a crackhead also followed me up three flights of stairs while my hands were full carrying heavy boxes of stuff, and I barely made it inside in time to lock the door behind me, before he started banging on my nextdoor neighbors' window and begging for a lighter. As annoying and creepy as he was, I can't judge him too harshly for his pathetic addiction, as I also have several of my own. In fact, right before I chucked a used BIC in the crackhead's general direction, just to bribe him to shut the hell up, leave me alone, and go away, I had just googled "how to open a wine bottle without a corkscrew", and tried the so-called "Switchblade Method", with dubious amounts of success. In many ways, he and I are in the same boat. Desperation sucks. Depending on the kindness of strangers sucks. Needing a smoke or a drink as a crutch sucks. Like I get it bro. It could have been me knocking on doors at 10:00 pm asking for a corkscrew. It's whatever, man.

Even though I'm trying to see the best of this place, the property management sure as hell doesn't make it easy! This morning I saw a lease violation notice on my door, for supposedly violating the drape policy... Yeah yeah, I already know, no posters in the windows, no colorful drapes, just plain white curtains or nothing at all, to make the exterior as bland and boring and uninteresting as possible... It's an asinine rule, but one I follow regardless. Homie, I just left the plain white blinds that were already pre installed. Do I really seem like the kind of chick who would install a fluffy set of gawdy floral granny curtains?! Unless... They can't possibly be telling me to take down my drapes I installed on the bedroom doorway, for some kind of privacy, because there was no actual door?! Or maybe even the shower curtain that I had to install by myself and paid out of pocket for, because the landlord never even delivered on his promise to at least give me a freaking tension rod?! Either way, fucking yikes...

Landlords be wilding. Why am I paying nearly $1000 a month just to feel like an unwanted guest in my own home? And homeowners associations are even worse! Like imagine finally breaking out of the paycheck-to-paycheck monthly rent payment poverty cycle, finally being able to afford to buy your own house, the pride of truly being a home owner, of possessing your own personal property at long last, just for your grouchy old neighbors to still be able to tell you what you can and cannot do in your own house...