#gift card buyer

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[coridallasmultipass]

I am once again begging online shop payment processing companies to allow me to enter a separate name for shipping and separate name for billing!!

It's the same address, I'm just trans and have not legally changed my personal name, but I still prefer to receive mail as my preferred name! Like it's literally my professional name, I do business as my preferred name.

Annoying as fuck, and I don't want to chance my bank rejecting the payment (though I'm sure someone at my bank has put a note to allow it on my account by now, since I've contacted them a couple times before when I realized too late that the billing section didn't let me input another "address/name" section, and they said the payment was fine in those cases.)

Anyway, legal name changes should be free and non-advertised for everyone. Tbh, you should get a free name change every time you file your taxes on time as an incentive for good citizen behaviour. Once I am elected pres-

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[brailsthesmolgurl]

"It's priced reasonably..."

Preview: The boys' reactions to you buying things on impulse/on a discount! (Let's be fair, we all know they are all rich af, but I personally wanna give it a slice of life touch for them <3)

SYLUS

The big man you call your boyfriend stares at you when you stepped in through the front door with multiple bags loaded in your small palms. You had told him earlier on that you were going for window shopping and he was all too kind to give you his card and to ask you to use whenever you seem fit. However, coming over a huge discount on groceries are rare hence you had decided to use it as you 'deem it fit'. Sylus did noticed his phone's notifications going off a couple of times to alert him about transactions made on his card.

Instead of him looking at it, he would just mute the notifications and continue his humming while he seats himself comfortably on the couch and watches the news broadcast. "You had fun shopping, kitten?" He smirked, walking over to you to help you with the bags. "Next time, bring me along. I would like to see how my kitten makes good use of my card." Yet, you apologised for having to use his card when you told him you were supposedly going for window shopping but the man laughed in response, finding your apology to be adorable. "No more apologies kitten for I am not a stingy man."

RAFAYEL

Whilst on a shopping trip with Rafayel, this man would splurge on you. Apparently in this case, he would take up the role of the impulsive buyer rather than you. You eyeing something for more than 3 seconds? Considered it bought. You mentioning about something more than 3 times? Considered it purchased. You imagining something that may look good on him? Considered it a done deal. This man has no fear nor worry of ever going bankrupt as long as you're satisfied.

Staring at the huge lorry outside of his mansion, unloading everything you had mentioned would definitely put you in a state of shocked. Your boyfriend would approach you casually, wrapping his arm around your waist and nuzzling his nose against your neck. You would definitely question him on his purchasing behaviour but he would pout. "Gift giving and impulse buying goes hand in hand, and I do not see the reason why I should not be spoiling my cutie." Seeing you smile, he would continue. "It is just one of the ways I can show you that I love you, so don't hold me back on that, yeah?"

XAVIER

Grocery shopping with Xavier would be like going on a hunt for rare breeds of wanderers. Anything that are on discount would not be missed, especially with both of your sharp eyesights. However, you and Xavier are not known to be impulsive buyers. More like calculative buyers, the both of you seemingly carry a bit of a girl math's mentality. Other than necessities, anything that is supplemental to the house would be assessed for its usability and longevity. It is a perk the both of you would sometimes fight or bond over.

But if the discount is worth the product, then none of you would get it on the spot. You would have your moments where you would get something out of the blue, without running through your usual girl-math calculations, and you would be met with the quirk of an eyebrow from your boyfriend. "I suppose we lack this in our house." He would secretly do the math in his head but would never say anything to intentionally make you feel bad. "Yeah, we can make this work, no worries." Then, he would pull the same stunt as you, showing you something that he had got out of the blue as well.

ZAYNE

You would give Zayne a headache sometimes. Your childlike curiousity for interesting and new items would prompt Zayne to take on the role of a father figure. He might sometimes go as far as to suspect you may have a slight hint of ADHD in your system, but other than a slight migraine, he finds the quirk in you to be specifically unique to you. And, he never complains. Being the gentleman he is, he accepts you for who you are and tries to work his way around you whenever he could manage.

"Do you think you really need that?" He would point at the stuffed toys you are holding in your arms. Your point being all of them are begging you to adopt them with their big googly eyes. "Y/n, you might just have to pick one for adoption." Your slack-jawed expression would make him sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose slightly before he serves you a reminder of the consequences for your behaviour. "You had adopted exactly 36 plushies, and now, only 5 of them are actually adopted on your bed, while the rest of them are abandoned in your closet. So y/n, which one do you plan to ACTUALLY adopt now hmm?"

[germiyahu]

Actually don't listen to me. I'm an impulse buyer with credit cards. You want a nice looking pitcher and basin to perform the hand washing mitzvot? That's an excellent opportunity to go thrifting! You might even find Judaica there, like a Chanukkiyya perhaps?

You don't want to wait 8 years for Shabbat candles to arrive from Israel? Ask your rabbi! When I asked her if you can reuse a Havdalah candle, she sensed I was worried about the cost of buying all these candles and said her shul has tons of extras.

You absolutely do need a Chumash, a Tanakh, and probably a study Bible too... but Sefaria has all that and more! Especially the Talmud and other Rabbinic sources! It literally blows my mind that this site exists and is free.

But what about all the books on Jewish history and philosophy? What about textbooks for Modern and Biblical Hebrew? See if there are scanned versions online, or go to your local library. Invest in notecards, you're going to want to write down prayers and such, this will especially help if you don't own the books you're studying from.

It's a good idea to have a Siddur, but your shul will most definitely have their own, and as others have told me, you can ask your Rabbi if you can borrow one to take home (make sure to treat it with reverence).

If you want to start baking Challah and are living on your own, or maybe in a dorm room, see if there are community cooking spaces so you don't have to buy your own materials, or just ask your parents if they can gift you some kitchenware because "You want to get into baking."

You literally don't need anything other than a cup that you think is pretty and has meaning to you for the Kiddush. And don't splurge, I've seen hundreds of very attractive Kiddush sets and candle holders and all that for modest prices.

And take it slowly! Don't buy everything at once. We're nowhere near close to Chanukka right now, so don't even put that in your mind. If you want to acquire holiday items, focus on Pesach and worry about other festivals in their due time, let your wallet recover a little. This also goes for Shabbat! You don't need a pristine set of everything all at once, I'm just an idiot. You can slowly build up your perfect beautiful intricate table as the months go by.

[briefalpacashark]

MILES 42 Spoils you

Warnings: None.

(Dont know who the artist it but props to them. Amazing stuff)

Miles loves to spoil me. He's got plenty of money, thanks to the buyer's market for fancy gadgets and Miles' insanely smart brain, and a few choice investments. Money was no longer a problem for him. He had paid off his mothers mortgage and the only reason why Rio still worked was because she respected her own independence. 

The gift giving started off slow. The appreciation I showed fuelled his desire to gift me anything and everything. 

I started catching onto his antics and shut it down.

“You like that one Mami?” I felt Mies place his hands on my hips from behind as he peeked over my head at the small stuffed animal on display in a window.

“No,” I flatly refused, going to step away only for him to hold on tighter pulling me back. Miles was stronger than me by a long shot. So my attempt to escape was easily foiled. I could see his smirk in the reflection as he moved to encase my body in his arms resting his chin on the top of my head.

“The green or the blue?” he asked.

“Neither,” I muttered.

“Come on Mami, Which one?” he asked, dropping his head to my shoulder.

“I was just looking at the cute cashier,” I stated without thinking.

“Who the old lady?” he asked with a smirk. Looking at the cashier, I grimace slightly.

“Come on Mi Amor,” he coaxed his lips, finding himself a sweet little spot on my neck.

“Nope,” I popped the p.

“Mi vida, Hermosa, Mi Alma, Mi Amada, Cariño, Mi Reina, Bebe,” with each pet name his gentle pecks got more intimate. Trailing down my neck and sending my cheeks a flame. Finding my sweet spot rather easily my eyes widened as he started to suck on it, fully intent on forming a hickey. Pushing the pleasant shiver it sent though my body I cleared my throat. 

“Fine!” I suddenly declared. He smirked giving the spot one last peck before straightening up.

“The blue,” I muttered trying to fix my hair pretending that the kisses had not affected me in the slightest. 

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Staring at the blue teddy on our bed I huffed in defeat. 

Yet as I started to shut down his habit he found ways of literally forcing me to accept it. Whether it be teasing me to the point of acceptance or just flat out ignoring me as he bought the item. The honeymoon period of him actually listening to me diminished in less than a month. Hell I had even tried returning items, Miles caught on and started refusing the receipts when he purchased stuff. 

So I made it my mission to not go shopping with him anymore. I succeeded mostly yet sometimes he would still pop up. 

It was working to an extent. 

Until one day when we went to watch a live performance in the park with Jessica, my best friend and Shiro. I guess you could call him Miles' best friend. The performance was canceled last minute so Jessica decided that we should go shopping. I tried to refuse but Jessica was like Miles in a way. Wouldn't take no for an answer. So there we were walking through a clothing shop. Miles hung closer to me watching and waiting for any reaction I would have. Any slight hint that I liked something and his card was out. Luckily for me I had been practicing the art of deception. The whole time I kept a millstone smile on my face. Miles hated it.

“You're not fooling me with that smile,” he whispered into my ear. 

“Oh really? Well I wonder why your cards are nice and snug in that wallet that hasn't left your pocket,” I stated smugly, giving him a wink before turning back to Jessica that held a shirt to her chest asking for my opinion. 

“What's up with him?” Jessica asked, nodding to Miles who now wore a slight frown, more than usual.

“I won't let him buy me anything,” I muttered.

“I'm sorry. You're not letting him buy you stuff? Are you sick?” she asked, reaching for my forehead pretending to check my temperature.

“He gets me too much stuff,” I muttered with a small smile pushing her hand away as we walked to the other rack leaving a moody Miles behind. 

“And that's a problem, how?” she asked. “You have a sugar daddy and you're not using him,” she tisked going back to looking at things. I hated the feeling that settled in my gut at her words. I know she was just joking but it still hit me deep.

“Hey Mami, we're gonna go check out some things I'll be back,” Miles muttered, gently tapping the side of my hip as he stepped up behind me.

“Ok, meet you at the food court?” I suggested.

“In an hour?” he asked. I nodded and waved him off.

“Now that they're gone we can actually do some shopping,” Jessica said wagging her eyebrows. She dragged me straight towards Victoria's secret. I wasn't gonna lie, I had a good time. Trying things on. Looked at everything that caught my eye without the worry that Miles was gonna buy it. I even bought a nice jacket for Miles. Seeing him sitting down I walked up behind him reaching around to cover his eyes with one hand.

“Hands out,” I demanded with a smile. Miles put his phone down holding his hand out. Placing the bag in his hand I pulled my hand back wrapping my arms around his neck as he opened it. 

“What's this for?” he asked holding the jacket up. 

“What can't I spoil my man?” I asked, giving his cheek a quick peck before sitting down next to him. He chuckled lowly at my words absolutely loving how I called him ‘my man’

The next day I got back from work walking into our apartment.

“Miles, I’m home,” I called out rounding the kitchen and stopping upon seeing a pile of bags on the dinner table. 

“Hey mami,” he called from the couch, keeping his eyes on the television.

“Miles,” I sighed, already knowing what was in those bags. 

“I really don't see what the big deal is,” he shrugged, already knowing what my sigh was for.

“Miles,” my tone was more serious now, it snapped slightly and my anger appeared. Miles' head tilted to the side slightly at it. I rarely held this tone. But I had had enough. It was getting out of hand. Miles and I rearly fought. And our fights were mostly me ranting and Miles using a calm tone as he listened. 

“What's that tone for?” he asked. 

“You know what it's for,” I snapped, chucking my bag on the table looking over it all. Hearing the TV shut off I refused to turn around as he approached me.

“Mami,” he whispered.

“Don't Miles, I'm mad at you right now,” I shook my head walking away from him.

“Babe, come on,” he sighed.

“No Miles, you just don't listen, do you know how frustrating that is?” I ranted ripping my scarf off.

“It's not like you listen to me all the time,” he shrugged, leaning against the door frame of our room. My head snapped to him in a glare that had him sighing again.

“What's got you so wound up. Huh?” he asked softly. That stupid soft understanding tone. That one that held no anger. That's why I hated arguing with him. He never got angry. Never. Frustrated maybe.

“Jessica called you my sugar daddy,” I whispered under my breath, kicking off my shoes.

“Sugar Daddy. Well I like the sound of that,” he mused with a small smirk.

“Miles,” I huffed.

“Aight aight. Lo siento,” he held his hands up in defense.

“So am I gonna have to pry what's bothering you out of ya or?” he trailed off.

“I don't want you to think I'm with you just because of your money. I don't like it, it's so fucken stupid and it makes me feel sick,” I continued to rant moving about the room.

“Mami, hey hey, come er,” he walked forward gently grabbing me, pulling me out of my pacing. His hands rubbed up and down my upper arms as he whispered to me in spanish trying to calm me down.

“Why would you ever think that?” he asked with a frown.

“It's not just me. Other people say it,” I muttered.

“Did those other people know that you were with me when I had a whole total of two dollars to my name. Where my idea of an expensive date was a trip down to the seven eleven and a push bike ride to the lookout?” he asked reminiscing on when we had first gotten together. 

“Well no,” I muttered.

“And do they know that you work an honest job and against my wishes pay for your own things. That you pay for what you think is half the rent when really I already bought the apartment and put that money into a savings account that I would have told you about when we had our first kid so you wouldn't stress about buying stuff for em?” my eyes widened slightly at Miles casually mention of not only lying to me about the rent but the talk of a kid. I should be really angry at him for lying to me. But all that was running through my head was a kid. 

“You want kids?” I asked softly. We had never talked about kids before.

“Who wouldn't want a little you runnin round?” he asked with a small smirk. My chest flushed with warmth at the sincerity in his eyes. 

“Why don't you?” he asked.

“Of course I wan- No wait. I'm getting distracted. You've been lying to me! MIlES!” I snapped.

“Mi amor you're angry, How about  we calm down,” He suggested his arms moving to encompass me.

“No, I will not calm down,” I huffed trying to get out of his hold.

“Ok,” he shrugged before tipping us back, myself hitting the bed and him flopping down atop me.

“Miles!” I yelled trying to wiggled out from under him.

“Hum?” he hummed, not moving an inch. 

“God you can be so frustrating,” I huffed, giving up on my struggle. 

“I'll get up when you calm down,” he muttered simply. I gave one last shake before huffing again. 

“You know I read somewhere that adults who can't accept people buying nice stuff for them is because when they were a kid their parents would say stuff was too expensive. Messed with the kids mind and made them think they aren't worthy of being gifted stuff,” Miles mumbled. Hearing that my mind instantly snapped back to when I was young. Money was tight growing up. My parents tried their best to shield it from me but I was smart enough. Seeing my parents so worried about paying rent, I guess it could have left a mark.

“Stop trying to be smart,” I huffed. Miles was smart. Crazy smart. As in genius einstein smart. 

“You deserve the world Mami. And I'm the one that's gonna give it to ya,” he whispered softly.

“I don't need the word Miles. I only need you,” I whispered my arms moving around to hug him, my hand gripping the back of his shirt. Rolling us onto our sides he shifted me up so we were looking at each other. 

“Who else am I gonna spend my money on huh? I send a bunch to charities. I look after my mum as much as she will let me. At least you let me buy you stuff,” he muttered.

“Let you?” I propped an eyebrow.

“Yes Mi Vida. You let me, even though you try not to,” he grinned. I sighed, shaking my head reaching up to grab his face.

“I love you Miles. I love YOU, Not your money. Not this apartment. I would love you if you had not one penny to your name. You know that right?” I asked. I wanted him to know it. I needed him to know. For a long time he simply stared at me. In his mind he wondered what he had done to deserve the love of such an amazing woman. He knew I didn't care whether or not he had money. But the main reason why he did what he did, why he sold his tech was to make a life free of such worries.

“I know,” he whispered, his own hand reaching up to cup my face. “ So let me spoil you. The whole reason I did it all was to make a life free of the worry of money. To make a good life for us,” he whispered honestly. I pressed my lips together. He had a point.

“Fine. but only once a month,” I huffed.

“Once a month?” he asked, pretending to be appalled.

“Fine once a week,” I muttered. He grinned, pulling me into a sweet kiss. I smiled, trailing my finger down his chin as he pulled back.

“Say, you busy this evening?” he asked.

“Why?” I asked.

So there I sat. On the handlebars of Miles' old push bike. In one hand I held a slushy. I wore the biggest smile on my face as we rode through the town, my hair gently billowing in the wind. Looking back I caught a glimpse of one of Miles' genius true smiles. A smile so wide and toothy that it showed his dimples. 

“You wanna know something?” I asked, turning back to the front. He hummed, signaling for me to continue.

“This has got to be the best date yet,” I said. 

“I guess it's alright,” he mused.

[itsabouttimex2]

Today my Birthday, so how would the yanderes react to reader Brithday?

LMK Birthday Reactions

MK, Sun Wukong, Chang’e

(Happy birthday, dear! Have a wonderful day!)

So many handmade gifts- each one is lovingly decorated and delivered, wrapped with red and yellow ribbon. And MK is so eager about it, too. No matter what type of person you are, it’s pretty much impossible not to smile and thank him.

The delivery boy invites himself in the moment you open the front door, but not before throwing himself into your arms for a big tight hug. After ushering you to the couch, MK starts to unload his gifts into your hands.

A hand-drawn letter with glitter and sparkly bits of confetti. A giant sack of food he made (with Pigsy’s input and advice), and grocery store cupcakes frosted with your favorite color. And something along the lines of a plush or poster from a media franchise that you love.

And he’s so, so sweet about it that you don’t even think to ask how he found your address.

Our dear Sun Wukong is, put simply- loaded. There’s no end to the treasures and antiques he has to offload, and it’s not like any buyer is going to try and scam the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. He’s racked more than a bit in terms of funds, and isn’t afraid to dote on a well-behaved captive friend/student/child.

(Or he’ll shamelessly and happily steal. That’s also a very real possibility, let’s be honest.)

Lego Sets? He’ll have them stacked to the ceiling. A new console? He’ll bury it in games to match. Books? He’ll have a crate of classics delivered to the front door. Jewelry? He’ll dig a few precious pieces from his treasury and pay/coerce a jeweler into fixing them up.

Lots of food and treats, and isn’t above throwing you a small party if you’re friends with MK and Mei- hell, the simian will even let you invite Red Son. He’ll (his clones, actually) set up a nice little room with a store-bought cake or two and catered food from Pigsy’s Noodles. He’ll bust out a few games (think Jackbox) and let you have a nice, happy day.

And honestly, that’s all he wants- for you to be happy… in close proximity to him, under his watchful eye, locked up tight in his house.

Really, is that so much to ask for?

Oh, so very many exotic and wonderful treats. All handmade and delectable, created from top-quality ingredients and with hours of love and centuries of experience.

Chang’e makes each one with all of her heart, pasted your adorable name in frosting a hundred times over, across every cupcake and cookie and three-tier cake. She’ll set the “imperfect” pastries aside to have their frosting smudged into swirls, donated to shelters or food banks. Her baby deserves only the very best that she has to offer.

She’s prone to tending towards cutesy gifts, like sparkly stellar accessories and glittery plushes. Perfumes, matching clothes, make-up… the moon goddess is so very generous and sweet with her presents. Also, given how tech-savvy and modern-trending she seems to be, Chang’e definitely lavishes you with quite a few gift cards for online shopping.

Really, such an absolute sweetheart. So sweet that you might even forget that you’re spending another birthday on the moon without any friends, without any family aside from the goddess herself.

And maybe you won’t even notice that that’s just the way she wants it.

[mazeinthemiroh]

In desperate need of how SKZ would spoil their girlfriends and the gifts they’d get for them like…I feel like lixie’s love language is gift giving so he’s the type to drop half his paycheck on his s/o😩✋🏾

how stray kids would spoil their s/o

genre: fluff

warnings: none

please like and reblog if you enjoy! feel free to request anything <3

bangchan

not only will channie spoil you

he will literally refuse you buying ANYTHING

i just keep thinking of that one clip when he and felix were arguing about who got to pay for stuff at the convenience store... oh the chaos...

like he's so petty about it but it's like a need for him

he needs to buy you stuff

let him buy you stuff!!!

it's just a tendency for him. ingrained in his personality for sure; not something he can control

lee know

he honestly doesn't really think about it at all

in his mind, what's his is your

you want his money? take his freaking money lmfao

spoiling you and treating you to things comes as second nature to him and something he doesn't take much consideration to

it just feels right to buy you stuff you want, and he doesn't give it a second thought tbh

it's just really not that deep to him 🤷

changbin

this man has his wallet out permanently istg

just waiting to pay for things, credit card ready to swipe asap

he's always buying you stuff

just because

like there is no reason for it

maybe he likes being a provider, sure. or perhaps he likes you depending on him to an extent

idk whatever is going through this man's brain, i just think it's in his nature to want to spoil his loved ones

hyunjin

hyunne likes indulging your hobbies

if you are a bookworm, for instance, he will spend not only his money but his time carefully picking out books for you to enjoy

or if you are an artist like him, he will buy you all sorts of paints and pencils and sketchpads. you name it, he's getting you it!

also he has expensive taste, so when he wants to get you a fancy gift he is not stingy with that credit card of his

with him, if he's in love, why should he limit that love? if one way to show love is to get something you've been wanting for ages, why shouldn't he?

han

he would much rather he spend money on you than the other way round

not for traditional reasons or anything like that. more that he feels guilty, like he's not giving enough

he's a very generous soul but sometimes in relationships, he likes to just sit back and relax

and then he feels like he's not putting enough effort in so he over-compensates by spending a tone load of money on you

you reassure him that he is fine the way he is and doesn't have to do that but now it's become a habit he very much enjoys

felix

you are so incredibly right anon

i mean for felix is feel like all love languages fit him because he is basically the human incarnate of love but yeah

gift giving is one of them

felix loves buying gifts i know i have said this so many times in every single felix related content i write but he just can't stop buying stuff for other people

he loves spending money in general, so what better way to do that than spending money on gifts for the person he loves most?

seungmin

he's quite sensible with his money and only usually really buys something if he needs it

but spending money on you is a bit of a different story

he doesn't limit himself nor does he ask if you actually need that item you've been wanting to be. if you want it, you got it.

will literally ask for your wishlist and buy you everything off it, i'm not exaggerating

he's not one to beat around the bush, our seungmin! he goes straight to the point, as he should 💅

jeongin

jeongin is a reallyyyy good gift-buyer

he's perfectly balanced, really. he likes getting you gifts here and there, some of them are personal and others are expensive. he likes to get both kinds of gifts so that your heart is touched but also you get something a little fancy from him too <33

much like felix, he likes spending his money. and he feels he isn't being wasteful with it when he is buying you stuff because it makes you super happy aww

[pardalote]

I've been working on a new way to present my art: mini original textile art gift cards! A small piece of my stitched paper work is mounted on a blank gift card, so that you can give it as a special unique gift with a message inside. The card can be framed, or the artwork can be removed from the card and framed however you or the recipient likes. They are a card that's also a gift! I'm still investigating how I will make these available. I will put some on my website for my overseas friends and buyers. They will probably be around AUD$25 each. I'll announce here when they are ready for purchase. <3

[cashforgiftcard]

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[blackswaneuroparedux]

She was destined to be my Gradiva, the one who moves forward, my victory, my wife.

- Salvador Dali on Gala

Dali always maintained that without his wife, Gala, he would never have been the icon of art as he became.

Gala’s real name was Helena Ivanovna Diakonova, a Russian born in Kazan in 1894. She was 10 years older than Dalí and, when they met in 1929, she was married to the poet Paul Éluard and mother to a little girl. She also had a lover, Max Ernst, who painted her in a number of portraits. It was love at first sight.

In his Secret Life, Dalí wrote: “She was destined to be my Gradiva, the one who moves forward, my victory, my wife.” The name Gradiva comes from the title of a novel by W. Jensen, the main character of which was Sigmund Freud. Gradiva was the book’s heroine and it was her who brought psychological healing to the main character.

She immediately became his muse. Gala is a frequent model in Dalí’s work, often in religious roles such as the Blessed Virgin Mary in the painting The Madonna of Port Lligat.

In the early 1930s, Dalí started to sign his paintings with his and her name as “it is mostly with your blood, Gala, that I paint my pictures”. Gala acted as his agent, very aggressively fighting for his rights with gallery owners and buyers. She was also using tarot cards to influence Dalí’s career decisions. According to most accounts, Gala had a strong sex drive and, throughout her life, had numerous extramarital affairs (among them with her former husband Paul Éluard), which Dalí encouraged, since he was a practitioner of candaulism. Also, Salvador Dalí claims to be a virgin and completely impotent as he was afraid of women’s anatomy and Gala publicly assumes her affairs with other men. Still, it seems that their relationship was quite harmonic and lucrative for both sides.

He wrote: “I would polish Gala to make her shine, make her the happiest possible, caring for her more than myself, because without her, it would all end.”

But nothing lasts forever. At the end of the 1960s, their relationship started to fade away, and for the rest of their lives, it was just smouldering pieces of their bygone passion. In 1968, the painter bought Gala a castle in Púbol, Girona, and it was agreed that the painter could not go there without her prior permission. Gala spent much of her time there in the company of young men, for whom she spent a fortune. In his turn, Dali saved himself for the company of attractive young ladies, although he didn’t want anything from them but their beauty. It was said that they held weekly orgies, though, by all accounts, the artist himself didn’t participate except to watch.

In 1980, at the age of 76, Dali was forced to retire due to palsy. The motor disorder left him unable to hold a brush, and as his condition worsened, he became less tolerant of Gala’s continued affairs. Gala was also using income from Dali’s art to lavish money and gifts on her lovers, who were mostly young male artists. One day, the artist had enough. He beat Gala so badly, he broke two of her ribs. To calm him down, Gala gave him large doses of Valium and other sedatives, which made him lethargic. She then allegedly gave him “unknown quantities of one or more types of amphetamine,” which caused “irreversible neural damage.”

Gala Dal�� died in Port Lligat, Spain, on June 10, 1982, following a severe case of the flu. She was buried in Púbol, Spain, on the grounds of a castle that was a gift from her husband. At the time of her death, she was involved in an affair with a 22-year-old Jesus Christ Superstar actor named Jeff Fenholt for whom she left Dalí. But when Gala died, Dalí’s life became dull. He stopped eating and scratched his face. He was constantly shouting and crying. He outlived his wife by seven years.

They lived together for 53 years.

[girloftheisland]

Scammed on Mercari: How I Fell Victim to Fraud Thanks to Social Engineering

If it's too good to be true, then it probably is.

I had never been scammed before on the web. I thought it was something that happened to boomers with low internet literacy, to those who open suspicious emails with urgent subject lines that impersonate someone they know, asking for help in the form of $100 gift cards. You know, scams like that.

I confess before this incident I hadn't shopped much on Mercari to buy American Girl stuff on the second market. Mercari seemed like a place where everyone tries to squeeze maximum dollars out of a sale. Dolls go for high prices, and rare outfits go for egregious prices.

One day recently I was skimming through listings on Mercari because I had decided that I wanted to find an early Pleasant Company Molly. I found a lot that was labeled as "Molly American Girl Doll by Pleasant Company HUGE LOT" — and you can bet that it was a huge lot. This person was selling a PC Molly, along with most of the things from her collection: furniture, outfits, accessories, and trunk. If that wasn't enough, the person was also selling a grill and picnic set and several modern outfits, including one that I consider the holy grail of Pleasant Company outfits: a complete Earth Day Outfit that speaks to me on a deep level with its hippie style and 90s beatnik vibes.

It may sound silly now, but it was the Earth Day Outfit that sent me over the edge. Here was something that I had been trying to grab at a decent price for ages. The entire lot was listed for over $650 but marked down to around $550. With Mercari's fees and taxes, it would be around $700. That's a lot of money. But there was a lot of bang for the buck here. I thought that maybe someone was clearing out their storage unit and just wanted to get rid of these 90s toys. On top of that, the listing had a notification at the top that read: "Someone has this in their cart."

Sites like Mercari and eBay (well, maybe every consumer site) will use forms of social engineering to entice users to buy. Lower those inhibitors. It happened to me. As soon as I saw that "someone else has this in their cart" message, whether real or generated, my brain froze and my fingers took over. I grabbed the lot in seconds and then triumphantly sat back in my chair when the payment successfully went through, and whoever had the item in their cart (real or generated) was out of luck.

And once that shopper's high was over, reality started to settle in. There were several odd factors about this listing that I should have paid attention to, and usually do when I'm not a goblin chasing after a perfect set. Most collectors will know the tell-tale signs of a fraudulent or questionable listing.

First, and this will be obvious, you probably shouldn't buy from someone who has zero ratings on their seller profile. How can you know that they're reputable? Scammers create new profiles all the time just to sell an item, or a large lot, and then delete the profile once the scam is complete and the money is in their pockets. They can't reuse the same profile every time; otherwise, it'd have a pile of negative reviews, right?

In my case, the listing also had an unanswered question on its page. That's another red flag. Shouldn't the seller communicate with potential buyers? One user had asked if Molly had a white or tan body, and the seller never answered. So if you're not sure if a listing is real or fake, chat up the seller to see what they know about the item. If you get nothing but radio silence, abort the mission.

After completing the purchase, I had immediate doubts, but I couldn't give up the idea that I had just scored an impressive lot and a number of things that I could check off on my collecting list. That's how these scams work: they pull you in and keep you there. The lot was marked "shipped" the next day and dropped off at the USPS the following day, and when viewing the shipment tracker, I had to face yet another red flag. The original listing said the lot was located in Ohio. But the package was dropped off in Tampa, Florida.

Due to Hurricane Helene, it was stuck in Tampa for several days. It was supposed to arrive on a Monday, but that day came and went, and I was getting worried that it got stuck. Understandably, too, since the hurricane devastated the Carolinas and hit Florida hard. I messaged the seller for the first time and asked what they knew about the postal situation down there, and all they replied was: "Hello, it has been delivered."

Ha, delivered!? USPS trackers are decent enough, and this one said it was still in transit and so unequivocally NOT delivered to my doorstep. In retrospect, I imagine that the scammer was probably laughing and enjoying the ride, while I continued to live in a dreamworld where a huge PC Molly lot was heading my way. I didn't reply to the seller, because ironically, the package was delivered that same evening.

I had asked my partner, who was working from home that day, to check our driveway periodically and be on the lookout for a large package. He checked every half hour but found nothing. You see, we live in a rural area. Our mailbox is not at our house but located half a mile down the road in a cluster mailbox where all the houses on our street collect their mail. Small packages are stored in parcel lockers there. Big packages come straight to the house. When my "lot" was delivered, the tracker said it was left at the mailbox. And I can tell you that there could be no way that such a large lot would fit in a tiny parcel locker. It was another red flag.

I got in my car and drove down the road, inserted my key into our mailbox, and found a small bubble envelope addressed to me. I ripped it open right there and stared dumbfounded at not a PC Molly lot, but a $1 Morgan silver dollar coin. I was angry and felt my blood pressure rise, and you'd think that I would wake up there and then, but I was still clinging to the hope that I would get that Molly lot. I just assumed that the seller had sent me the wrong thing. It's okay to laugh.

I drove back home and messaged the seller. I demanded that they send me the correct items or issue a refund ASAP. I showed the coin to my partner, who immediately understood that I had been the victim of a scam. He talked some sense into me, and I slowly realized that he was right. I had fallen hard for the scam and wanted to cling to it even with all the evidence before me.

Plus, I had just lost $700 dollars.

My partner was calm about the situation, but I was pissed. We decided that we would follow protocol and try to get the money back. We read postings on reddit threads about other people who had fallen for Mercari scams and how they resolved them. I followed Mercari's rules and opened a ticket. I asked to return the item and chose one of their predetermined reasons, that the item I received didn't match the listing. It sure as hell didn't.

Mercari approved the request and sent me a label to ship back this stupid $1 coin. However, on the return label I saw the final red flag. If you remember, the lot was supposed to ship from Ohio but was actually dropped off at a USPS in Tampa, Florida. The return address on the new label was listed for Hawaii. I googled the address and quickly realized that it wasn't valid. The street address was for a block of condos, but the condo or apartment number on the address didn't exist. How was I supposed to return this item, have it delivered, and then receive the refund?

This is how scammers get away with it. According to Mercari's policy, you have three days after receiving an item to try to return it. Otherwise, the sale will be marked as final, and the money goes to the seller. The sale will also be marked as final if you rate the seller. I became worried that the package would get stuck in USPS limbo because it didn't have a valid address, and then the scammer would reap the reward.

I wouldn't go down easily, though. I was going to kick and scream until the situation was rectified. I would make no future contact with the seller. I refused to mail off the item and renewed my ticket with Mercari. I presented all the evidence. Listed off the hallmarks of the scam. Waited for them to do something.

Luckily, the next day I received a refund notification and a note on the ticket from a real person at Mercari that said the sale was cancelled due to the safety of the transaction and other jargon, which all meant that they realized it was a fraudulent post and would delete the listing and the scammer's account.

It was a relief. It was a hard lesson to learn.

The moral of this story is that scammers are attracting unassuming buyers from all sorts of collecting worlds. Even American Girl/Pleasant Company. Try to be safe and savvy when browsing the web. Don't be like me and jump on something that's too good to be true. Because it probably is.

But to end on a positive note, the $1 silver dollar Morgan coin that was shipped in place of the PC Molly lot could be worth $300+ due to its rarity. So that's something.

[fool-errant]

So - despite all our attempts to prevent it. All our wards and locks were for naught. Christmas is indeed, coming. If you are looking for Christmas cards to send to relatives, the Foolish Mortal's got your back. We have a variety pack of Krampus cards for you to send to your loved ones. Or enemies. Or strangers. We don't judge here.

[afticxs]

DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES chapter 1

it was weird. being alone in an unknown country. michael had time on his hands. a lot. and he didn’t know what to do with that time.

currently, he sat on the end of his bed and watched the seagulls mount on the docks through the gap of the curtains. his father’s men, including william, were downstairs ‘planning’ whatever heist they were about to go through with.

michael would love join in, find treasure in an abandoned cave only told about in stories, find women that he could mess around with every now and again, tell stories how his father did, to be included in those stories. he wanted to be a legend, like blackbeard or calico jack.

with a sigh, he flopped backwards however wincing when he felt the springs. bed and breakfasts don’t have the best furniture. michael’s mind directed him back to the creature he met down by the bay. you were beautiful. undoubtedly. even with the intent to kill him, he couldn’t deny that you were gifted in the face.

he thought about your last words to him, will you be back tomorrow? it gave michael hope. hope that his trip would be interesting enough for him to remember it until he’s aged and ready for the weeds to take him. did you really want to see him?

michael wasn’t a ladies man per se, but he did get attention now and again. it was nothing other than simple flirting here and there, but there wasn’t anyone he saw a future with necessarily. it was never the case that one would make him aware that they wanted to see him again.

would you be waiting for him right now? so early in the morning? he pulled out his pocket watch, groaning dramatically when the time read half past ten. but on the flip side, it would make the meetings more mysterious, secretive, cryptic. seeing each other only when the moon is at her highest peak in the dark sky.

if he walked around enough, michael could tire himself out enough to have a nap later into the afternoon. if he had a nap, which he hoped he did, time would go past faster until he woke up where he could sneak away to see you.

that was definitely a plan.

getting up off the painfully small bed with a creak, michael twisted his feet into his boots. the floorboards caved underneath his steps towards the door and once it opened, michael could now hear the merry yells of enthusiastic men.

he sighed, keeping himself steady with his hand on the rickety stair banister. there was a thickness that michael was made aware of halfway down the steps, now getting a very strong waft of tobacco and rum. when he finally mounted the bottom step, he could see the remnants of smoke.

lined up on the bar were his father’s men, minus henry. they were nowhere in sight. michael’s brows scrunched in curiosity, but his face soon relaxed once the sea breeze carded through his hatless hair.

he mulled over the sight of the docks not even half a mile infront of him, mostly hidden away by the small hill directly infront of the row of hospitalities. how blades of grass turned into grains of sand. and if he looked carefully enough, michael could see the slight rock of the boats.

once his gaze finally let him leave the horizon, michael began his leisurely stroll deeper into port royal.

it was sandy. that’s for sure.

he could feel it building up in the soles of his boots. even with the grass and cobblestones, sand seemed to be everywhere. but of course it was, its an island.

there were stalls set up like a marketplace, probably selling fish and fresh fruits. michael could confirm his thoughts as he walked through the street. smoke came from the firepits used to cook and sell food ready to eat, like the previously mentioned fish. bananas and mangos were hung in nets above the fruit stalls like decoration while anything else was stored in crates presenting to any potential buyers.

it smelled nice, though. nice in an organic way because fish never smelt good unless it was cooked. better than in england where everything was probably out of date from where a lot of the country’s supply was shipped in from places like right where michael was.

the people were pleasant to look at: full of life.

no surprise there, he thought while closing his eyes as the breeze cruised through him. the sun was beating down on him, yet he wasn’t overheating how he would back in england. michael could feel his tan burning into his skin.

when he got to the end of the street, michael got to a junction leading to all directions. in the centre was a fountain and around it was carriage wheel marks going around, to and fro and lead down all the different streets. there was laughter of the children playing in and around the fountain, running under the gargoyles like they were sprinklers.

michael smiled, the sight reminding him of evan and lizzy. it encaptured them perfectly, anywhere was a playpen for them. there were girls playing jump rope and boys roughhousing in the sand that they know they’ll find in a crevice somewhere down the week.

with a blissful hum, he walked past the fountain while doing his best not to interfere with his surroundings. however, a young girl, maybe thirteen, splashed him by flicking water up with her feet. he made a noise of surprise, turning around to look at the giggling girl with a shiver.

she trudged as best as she could through the water, but michael took off his boots and stepped into the water in enough time to kick water back and get his retaliation in. they both chuckled until unknowingly behind him, a trio of boys all got him from behind. michael’s back arched due to the cold. with a grit of his grinning teeth, michael bent down and used both of his arms to spatter the three with a mini wave.

gradually, surrounding children chose to join in attacking michael because who didn’t want to play with the big kid? they were all laughter and giggles with time until they all had to leave. the sun began to tilt to the west, indicating that it was some point in the afternoon.

now he could take his nap!

and honestly, he was tired. and with his beyond damp clothing dragging him down, michael’s sluggishness would wear him down quicker than it could.

his foot prints dried in the sands behind him, leaving no trace of him behind. the sun pounded on his form, tiring him out to the brink of exhaustion by the time michael got back to the inn. his father was downstairs by the bar, probably sipping on tea with henry when the door chimed to signal his son’s arrival. michael yawned as they made eye contact. a look of disapproval yet relief made its way onto william’s face.

apart from his father’s decent sized crew, there was probably only ten people who he didn’t recognise, not including the servers behind the counter. with a particularly loud sigh, michael’s father shook his head, “that’s the second time in a row you’ve come in sopping wet!”

he tutted and michael nodded, “sorry, father, got a bit sidetracked is all..” he didn’t wait for a response before he dragged himself to the staircase and made a prompt move to his and his father’s shared room.

michael was quick to strip down into nakedness, not caring about the ‘what ifs’ as he was too tired. he flopped down onto the stiff bed, practically dozing off as soon as his head hit the pillow.

it didn’t feel that long ago that michael had fallen asleep, but like he had hoped earlier that day, the moon was high in the sky. he sat up, cringing now that he realised he was naked and his father had walked past him to get to his bed that he was loudly snoring away in.

with a silent hiss and a fist pump, michael carefully slipped off of his bed and looked through his bag to pull out underwear and a quick change of clothes. he found a top and trousers that barely fit his waist. whatever though.

as silently as he could, michael slipped the articles on with as minimal rustling he could muster. his father stirred a few times, even cursing in his sleep every now and then. michael thought he was clear as he slipped on his satchel.

then, he slipped on his right boot.

boots that still had water sucked into the sole. the squelch was immaculate. michael cringed as he slipped the boot off as quickly as he could, keeping them in his hand. michael turned around to see if his father had even rolled to the sound.

the boy watched as he rolled onto his side, facing the wall. michael almost let out a sigh of relief until william started grumbling about the floorboards. grimacing, michael crouched down just behind the bedside cabinet. the bed creaked as william turned around and made up a noise of disinterest, “where? where’s that boy gone?” after a few seconds of silence, michael’s father tutted and got comfortable back into his bed, “probably gone for a piss..”

with a straight face, michael remained crouched for what he assumed was fifteen minutes before william’s snoring resumed. his joints popped as he stood up from his cramped position. without hesitation, he opened the door and stepped out into the hall. there, he slipped on the squelchy boots and walked away from the door.

merry chatter remained downstairs, very few voices. maybe four or five. michael jogged down the stairs in anticipation and marched headstrong for the door, uninterested in chatter.

the breeze was good as it always was. it filtered between the strings of his v cut shirt, hydrating his sleep struck skin. michael maintained an even pace as he jogged down the bay and down the rocks where you had first met.

michael was careful, this time, as he trekked down the rocks to where you had draped him across in such an disgraceful manner.

he didn’t even get to sit down and make himself comfortable before you emerged from the sea with a shy smile, “i didn’t think you’d come..”

“i didn’t think i’d make it out of my room for a few moments,” michael joked, crossing his legs on the rock and readjusting his satchel, “would you of been sad if i didn’t?”

you shrugged, “i don’t know. there’s never a case where you just come back,” you giggled, implying that you had a successful man hunt before him. michael shuddered.

“so i’m the first?” you nodded, pulling your hands out from the confines of the ocean and resting your chin on your arms ontop of the rock.

“you mentioned you were with your dad yesterday?” you began, “how long are you here for?”

michael made a noise of uncertainty, “i’m not sure.. not that long, we’re supposed to go to america soon and then back home.”

“where’s home?” you asked, shuffling to get comfortable.

“england, just before hastings.”

you nodded, “that’s quite far. must’ve been a long trip and america is also just as far. i’ve visited a few times in the past before the great sea war started..”

michael tilted his head, “the great sea war?”

“yes, the great sea war,” you confirmed, “want me to tell you about it?”

when michael said yes, you began to go into detail about the ongoing war between the seven seas. you explained how poseidon felt threatened by oceanus, a direct descendant of the titans, when he made claim over the aegean sees. ruled by tyranny which caused a lot of creatures to flee, including yourself. many of your people migrated towards these areas, but it seemed that it was only you in this area specifically.

“there’s more under there?” michael exclaimed, astonished and quite frankly, scared. you nodded enthusiastically, “mhm!”

“does the kraken exist?” his face went deathly pale once you confirmed with a more than happy yes!

“there is only one, as far as i’m aware..” you admitted in thought, “i’ve only met one.. either way there’s more creatures on land then the sea.”

“oh lord..” michael gulped as you continued!

“hydra exists too, there’s one body and plenty of heads, i can tell you that! very aggressive, pretty sure my great uncle got eaten by it..”

“i thought sirens were exclusively girls?” michael raised a brow, leaning back on his hands. your tail playfully moved back and forward to create waves, “how do you think we reproduce, silly?”

“ah.”

“those are probably the only scary ones to worry about, a lot of them are cute and harmless. just.. odd looking.”

“how are they cute if they look odd?” michael teased with a hum, placing his fingertips in the water and flicking water at your face.

it was scary. watching how your nose twitched and your eyes darted to where his fingers dipped lightly in the water. you had sharp senses and an insatiable hunger.

“hey!” you chuckled, using your tail to flick some droplets back. you shrugged to follow up with his question, “personality, perhaps.”

the two of you broke out into giggles.

it was peaceful. you both conversating without the threat from yesterday. when you both calmed down, you sighed and made eye contact with michael. your eyes glowed again, the moon at a higher peak than yesterday: at its highest. it was probably past midnight.

“it gets lonely out here sometimes,” you admitted with a pouty frown. michael encouraged you to go on, “how?”

“since the war started, everyone’s been.. territorial,” you began, “nobody knows who is on whose side of the war. the trust isn’t there. but it’s fair, i guess. there’s many on the side of oceanus, pretending to be behind poseidon just to infiltrate my people’s territory and kill off anyone who doesn’t believe in them.”

“i could just be passing by and the next second i’m being ripped to shreds because of a potential threat.”

“that’s.. alarming actually,” michael shuddered, “how long’s it been going on for?”

“70 years. just about,” you said matter-of-factly, “my father fought for around 30 of them.”

you exhaled, turning your head so it rested on your arms. your eyes followed the movement of your tail while michael pulled something out of his satchel.

a book. followed by ink and a feather.

silent you remained as michael set up a mini station. the quill dragged across the page in no time, making a satisfying scratching sound. you shuddered, drawing in a breath.

“that’s nice..” you mumbled, now looking at michael, “what’s that?”

“my sketchbook,” michael reiterated, absentmindedly, “can you describe the kraken for me?”

you nodded, going back to looking at your tail however your focus was elsewhere, “well, it’s like a squid but giant. tentacles long enough to stretch for miles. but its legs are more like an octopus. and it’s eyes are huge! they’re one both sides of its head so it can’t see forward, but the eyes are red where the whites should be and black everywhere else. oh! and it’s head is like a pointy hat if it was soft. that’s the only way i could describe it..”

michael hummed, “what’s it like? is it aggressive, dormant even? it’s clearly close to extinction if there’s one. personally, i wouldn’t be an aggressive creature if i was the last of my kind.”

you giggled, “it’s pretty lazy. sits in an underwater cave that just about fits its size. i’m pretty sure it has an easily satuated appetite so it hunts every now and then.”

the drag of quill to paper could’ve lulled you to sleep, but you refused to fall asleep and be so vulnerable infront of a human. gods, you were supposed to drag him down to the deepest depths that you could while you sucked on his bones and ripped through his skin. but gods, was he charismatic and charming and good looking and so easy to be around.

aphrodite’s child himself.

you admired his strong facial features, following the shadow of his jawline to his cheekbone up until you noticed the tiny plait that was in his hair at the front. it fell infront of his face and strangely enough, a black bead was situated at the bottom to keep it from unraveling.

what broke you from your train of thought was his head turning your way. his eyes delayed on his page, going over it one more time before he showed it to you.

it was a fairly accurate sketch of the kraken with neat handwriting surrounding it. at the top it was labelled ‘the kraken.’ you smiled, your eyes skimming over the mini fact file he produced.

“is it good?” michael asked, nervous to hear your opinion. nonetheless, you nodded enthusiastically, “it’s really good! accurate..”

you squinted, going over the sketch, “are you sure you’ve never encountered the kraken before?”

michael chuckled, shaking his head, “no, i have heard stories though. a lot of your people are myths to us.”

you hummed, lifting a finger to drift up and down his knee, “i can describe more for you if you’d like..”

michael agreed to listen to you ramble about sea monsters and creatures.

it must’ve been atleast an hour and a half of his quill scratching the paper and pages turning until he had pages on the sea harpy, hydra, hippocampus, sea spirits, leviathan, selkies, undines and the nix.

however, you refused to give him information on sirens, claiming you’d be giving away your secrets. and he could respect that, he did respect that.

after screwing the lid to his ink pot on, michael tucked his stationary away into his satchel. he flicked through the analysis pages a final time before sliding it in his bag too and sealing it shut.

“i should probably head back. it’s definitely late…” michael didn’t have his pocket watch on him.

with a sad hum, you backed away in understanding, “you’ll definitely come back tomorrow?”

michael nodded, “not like i’d be busy at this time.”

the two of you chuckled into the moonlight, bidding each other a good night before michael turned on his heel and carefully navigated his way back down to the sandy coast.

you watched until his figure disappeared through the inn door. you sighed airily, a small smile on your face before you dipped down into the waters of your territory.

michael looked around the inn. not even the servers were around and the oil lanterns were all put out which left him to take the hand of the moonlight and let her guide him to the staircase. it caved under his weight but his boots no longer squelched with every step. it wasn’t quiet, per se, but he could tell everyone was asleep. there were loud snores coming from every room and michael wondered if he could even get backed to sleep.

the door creaked as michael jiggled the doorknob until he heard the click to indicate it was open. he peered his head in, noting his dad was now sprawled uncomfortably across his bed.

with a silent scoff, michael took his boots off after entering his room. he let his satchel fall onto the bed side table before he layed back down carefully to not alarm his father.

before sleep came to take him, michael thought of you. how your voice was low with sleep, how your finger drew shapes into his knees but also how your instincts kicked in even if you didn’t really intend to use them.

if he remembered, he’d sketch your image into his book and write about the small details of yourself that you displayed.