#i do not have a bank account to donate unfortunately but please guys even if you donate only 5€ it can change his life

[regsaysstuff]

Please my friend, donate to me. I need your support. My tent burned and my wife was injured. I lost my right hand and my children suffer from malnutrition and skin diseases. Please🙏🙏💔💔🇵🇸🇵🇸

https://gofund.me/b4d9068c

guys, please donate to Ahmed. the link is here

[reashot]

OMG 40 followers! It's not even 48 hours yet. I want to thank everyone for getting me this far. Thanks for all the likes, reblog and comments. Thanks especially to both old and newer followers. I was going to post this before reaching 40 but what the heck let's make this into a 40 followers celebration fic.

To people asking for part 2 of Jaune's children fic, it's coming soon don't worry. In the meantime here have this little light hearted fic to satiate you for a while. This will help give you a better understanding of all the characters personality.

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Scarlett: Slumber Party!!! 😝

Dusk: hooraah....

Aurum: I don't think I should be here dear sister. I'm far too old to participate in this type of merriment.

Scarlett: Oh, pish posh. You are never too old for slumber party. 😊

??? : This is stupid...

Scarlett: Oh c'mon, live a little. Take chances, climb the highest mountain or having a slumber party with your half-sister. 🤗

??? : I'll pass...

Aurum: Little brother you are being rude to our little sister. She went through all of this trouble to invite all of us here. And considering we're from different timeline that is an incredible achievement.

Dusk: You mean you won't stay and play with us... *starts tearing up*

Scarlett: Uh Oh. Big brother is making her cry. Now you have to feel sorry for her and stay to make her happy. 🥺

???: You're not supposed to tell me that, you know. But anyway, come here Dusk. *Hugs her* I'm sorry if I make you cry. I didn't mean to. I'll stay and play with everyone. Even though I never wanted to. So don't cry.

Dusk: *wipes tear* Okay, big brother.

Aurum: Way to go little brother *smack back* I knew you would come around.

Scarlett: (what a pushover😏) So for the first activity we are going to do. Drumroll please. Prank call! 😁

Dusk: Ooohh.... What is it?

Aurum: Yes, what is it?

???: You have to be kidding me. How a grown ass man never heard of a prank call?

Aurum: That's because I spend most of my childhood training in order to be as good as my father. Because I was and still are not as strong as my father. That does not leave a lot of time for socializing, unfortunately.

Scarlett: Ooff. Heavy topic. Hey, you guys wanna do prank call or what? I'll go first. 🫤

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Junior: Junior's club. Junior speaking.

Scarlett: *pinch nose* Hey I'm looking for mister Butz, first name Seymour. 🤭

Junior: Hey. Shut that music down! Hey is there a Butz here Seymour Butz I'm looking for Seymour Butz. Hey everybody! I want to Seymour Butz here.

Everyone in the club: 🫵 Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha!!! 😂

Junior: Oh that's real... Listen here you scumsucking pussbucket when I have my hands on you I will gouges out your eyes with a corkscrew!!!

Scarlett: And that's how you do a prank call. 🤡

Aurum: Isn't this sort of mean spirited. The man does not seems to be having fun.

Scarlett: *blow raspberry* Oh it's harmless fun. Come on it's your turn go ahead pick any one you want.

Aurum: Okay. I will give it a try... *Puts on reading glasses* Hmm... AH. here's the one I want to call.

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Receptionist: Hello this is Vale city children cancer hospital. How may I help you?

Aurum: Yes I want to make a small donation.

Receptionist: Oh thank you. Good sir, you don't know how much we needed this. Please can you tell us how much you are willing to donate. Every little bit help.

Aurum: Of course, check your bank account.

Receptionist: All right, let's see here... 👀 SWEET MOTHER OF!!!..."

Aurum: Ha, ha jokes on you! You thought you are only going to receives a small donation but I just gives you a large one.

Receptionist: Bless you, good sir, bless you!!! We will never forget your generosity. Please let us know your name?!

Aurum: Let's just say it's from Jaune Arc of Beacon Academy.

Receptionist: Mark my word the world will know of Jaune Arc's kindness!!!

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Aurum: We sure show him, right?

Scarlett: Uh... Yeah sure. 😨

??? : I'm not even going to comment on that.

Dusk: Me next, me next!

??? : *Snatch scroll away* Here you go Dusk. Hope you do better than this big oaf.

Dusk: Yay! I'll do my best.

Scarlett: Okay just choose which one you want to call.... No wait! Don't pick the same Numbers!

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Junior: *sigh* Junior's club. Junior speaking.

Dusk: Uh ehm hello my name... I mean I'm looking for miss tinkle...

Junior: It's you again!!! Listen here you SOB I will find you and murder you with an ice pick, then I'm going to shove sausages down your throat and seek six starving dogs up your butt. Then I'm going to use your head as a bucket and paint my house with your brain!!!

Dusk: *sniff* Wahhh!!!😭

Junior: Oh geez... Don't cry. I'm sorry for shouting at you okay.

Dusk: 😭😭😭

Junior: Oh I'm going to hate myself for this. Look if you stop crying. I'll do anything you want. Deal?

Dusk: You sure? 🥹

Junior: Hey everybody! I'm a stupid moron! With an ugly face and a big butt and my butt smells and... I like to kiss my own butt.

Everyone in the club: 🫵 Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha!!! 😂 That's a new one.

Junior: *whisper* We cool now?

Dusk: Yes *snifle* we cool. 🥲

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Scarlett: That's awesome little sis. I'm so proud of you 🤩

Aurum: Even though I do not support this sort of shenanigans. Even I can tell you did great. You use the man's weakness and turn it into your advantage. If you were one of my Knight I would have commended you the same.

??? : Are you sure this is the right thing to teach to little children?

Scarlett: Are you sure you want to do this? After all its your turn next. 🙄

??? : I have to politely refuse. Thank you very much.

Scarlett: Ha, ha, ha... I'm afraid it's too late for that. We are too far gone already now come and take your turn...

??? : Uhhh.... Alright give it to me.

Scarlett: Yay! Way to go big bro. Here you go. 🥰

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Klein: Hello Schnee's residence.

??? : Klein please give the scroll to Weiss.

Klein: I'm sorry, but who is this?

??? : Tell her it's from Jaune Arc. Tell her I have something important to tell her.

Klein: I will tell the young miss about it. Can you wait until then?

??? : Thank you Klein....

Weiss: Okay spit it out vomit boy what is it so important that you have to call my house. And secondly how the heck did you managed to have my house phone's number?

??? : .....

Weiss: Arc?

??? : .....

Weiss: Jaune...

??? : .....

Weiss: Hey if this is a prank. I'm going to hang up Jaune.

??? : Hello...

Weiss: You're not Jaune?

??? : Ha, ha.... No. Let's just say I'm close to you and leave it at that.

Weiss: Who is this?! If you don't tell me who you are...

??? : No you listen to me!!! I always wanted to say that to you... If I did that... If I did that no one would have to die...

Weiss: What the hell does that have to do with anything?

??? : EVERYTHING!!! Everything is your fault! You are responsible for everything that will happen. Not just to me but everyone! Everyday I wish was not your... Everyday I wish I was never been born!.... Ha, ha, ha, ha... *sniff* Weiss go kill yourself... I mean it. End your life and do us all a favor. Because if not I will find you and kill you... And I'm going to take my time with it. I'm going to savor and enjoy it as long as I possibly can. Until you beg me to end it.... I'll see you soon.

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???: Scarlett. Mom said dinner is ready. Tell our guests to come down. Did... I come at a bad time?

[canonlgbtcharacters]

emergency donations

hi guys! i know it's been a while since you've all heard from me. unfortunately, this return isn't under the best circumstances.

i'm really struggling right now. i recently made the difficult decision of quitting my job - the mental and physical strain it was putting on me was unbearable, and it reached a boiling point when i was s*xually h*rassed by a customer. my autism already makes it very difficult for me to maintain a job in a fast-paced, crowded, or stressful environment. i can't combine that with a place where i was consistently harassed by customers. i'm looking for something new asap, but i don't know how long it will take, and i'm already a week late on my rent ($730.)

i hate to ask for help, but i really don't know what else to do. even if i get my rent paid, i still have other bills to take care of, as well as other living costs such as supplies for my two cats. my bank account is currently in the negative.

if you have even a dollar to spare, i'd appreciate the help so much. i have no family i can turn to and no quick-fix way to get through this all on my own. i can only take on so many art commissions at a time, but i have decided to provide a few other services in the meantime. if you'd like to buy something, please message me here on tumblr or add me on discord (nep#7626).

tarot card readings - $5

1, 3, or 5 cards. either general daily readings or an answer for a specific question.

6 song music playlist - $3 (+ .50 cents for each additional song)

a custom playlist based on a fictional character, oc, ship, theme, genre, or pretty much anything else. the only rule is that i won't make playlists for any gross ships or characters.

with all that being said, if you'd like to donate, here are my links! and if you do help out by buying something, donating, or just by reblogging this, thank you.

c*shapp / v*nmo / p*ypal

goal: $730 / $730

[bird-armadda]

Cdrama/Silmarillion/Any Other Fandom Willing to Participate, I [Ancient_Moonshine] Need Your Help.

6/23/2020 UPDATED NOW WITH PAYPAL ACCOUNT AND ADDITIONAL DETAILS REGARDING FIC INCENTIVES Ok so this is the first time I’m gonna do something of the sort, but please bear with me since the situation in my country is already really dire. My friend’s organizing a charity drive for jeepney drivers affected by the quarantine/lockdown our government implemented. The public transportation sector has been one of the worst-affected by the lockdown, especially since jeepneys, buses, taxis, and ridesharing vehicles weren’t allowed to ply their routes during its duration. Up till now, only a handful of buses and jeepneys are allowed to operate since we’re still all technically under quarantine. This has left a lot of jeepney drivers in really terrible straits. Some of them have even resorted to begging on the streets just so they can eat. [Like those guys in the picture above]. It’s even worse off in the provinces, since they have less supplies than the big cities.  Links:  https://newsinfo.inquirer.net/1295837/jeepney-uv-express-drivers-we-need-work

https://newsinfo.inquirer.net/1294501/current-jeepney-ban-means-p78000-income-loss-to-drivers-says-ibon-foundation

https://news.abs-cbn.com/spotlight/multimedia/slideshow/06/08/20/photo-essay-end-of-the-line-for-jeepney-drivers HOW YOU CAN HELP:

As aforesaid, my friend/law school classmate Raya Teston [name used with her permission] has been organizing a relief drive along with another friend of hers in order to purchase supplies/items for jeepney drivers in need in  Metro Manila and the province of Pampanga. These are foodstuffs to tide them over until they can drive again, but also surgical masks and alcohol/disinfectants for the jeepney drivers to wipe down their vehicles with once the quarantine lifts. My friend already has suppliers, and these are the costs of the items that they plan to purchase once they have enough funds:

Taiwan-made surgical masks = PhP240/box

Zonrox [bleach]  PhP300/gallon  

Greencross Alcohol 480.00-550.00/gallon 

Exchange rate: 1 US dollar =  50.15 Philippine pesos

Raya: We’re open to receiving other products if you want to donate in kind. Not sure if logistics will allow to send liquid disinfectants to another province...but we'll find a way! Let me know if anyone wants to donate items in kind anywhere, can help you source suppliers and coordinate. 

This is her bank account number:  RAYA SOFIA A TESTON 000680802541 (BDO) RAYA SOFIA A TESTON 09178202562 (Gcash) 

PAYPAL [for international donors, it’s the option we decided would be easiest in terms of faciliation. Unfortunately none of us have ever handled a gofundme/youcaring drive before]:  cbbanaag@up.edu.ph

For those willing to donate, I will give you updates on where your donation went/pictures of the recipients receiving the relief goods. 

BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE:

For every donation, I will be absolutely ecstatic to produce either one piece of writing or one artwork, of any subject or of any ship [preferably one I already write for/am familiar with since it’ll take time to get into a new canon].  It can be any genre, any AU. Kinks are negotiable and encouraged [there is nearly nothing I’m not open to writing, but just in case it crosses boundaries I’m not willing to have crossed, I retain the right to refuse. This is upon the advice of a very sensible friend], just send me a PM with your request, and once I accept, deposit payment in the Paypal account given above. Afterwards, send me a photo of your donation receipt at redkingfisher4@gmail.com, and I will verify with Raya if she’s gotten it. 20 US dollars and below will get a oneshot between 1K to 5K words long [the more you donate, the longer it will be, of course, for incentive] or a piece of artwork of any subject the donor wants [choice between oneshot and art is the donor’s]. 20 US dollars to 50 US dollars will receive a fic of up to 10K words. 50 US dollars and above will get multichapter fics of up to 15K words, or more, because I can’t exactly control my brain when it writes. If the fic you asked for doesn’t reach the word limit I set up, I’m happy  to write another to reach it. One caveat is that these might take a while, as I am [was] a law student and I need to prepare for the bar exam, and since I hope a lot will donate, I’ll be writing a lot of things. But rest assured, you’ll get your money’s worth.  My ao3 account: https://archiveofourown.org/users/ancient_moonshine My art: https://bird-armadda.tumblr.com/tagged/The-Wolf-and-the-Crane [take note I work with traditional art since digital makes my head ache so I’ll likely send you pictures until I get a decent scanner.]

Thanks for sticking with me, guys. For those that will donate: THANK YOU. I know we’re all gonna help each other survive this. 

[disease-danger-darkness-silence]

Lots of thanks to give, and a request

1. I want to thank everyone so much for sending Ashley books! She loves them. When she’s up for parole in October. she plans on donating them to the library at the prison, so they can be read by every other prisoner there. It’s the gift that keeps on giving! Should you so desire, you can send her something off of this list, or add something you’ve enjoyed that you think she’d like and send it to her! You can also just send it to the address listed in the link below.

2. Her money books aren’t looking so good. Everything is extra-marked-up at Commissary, and she only gets one free call a week, so she pays to call us. This post details how you can put money on her books (if you’re so inclined). Someone recently sent me $50 to put on her books and it’s near-gone already. They.... really overcharge for stuff there. I think she paid $20 for a $3 walmart pillow! (THEY DON’T FRICKIN ISSUE PILLOWS I AM SO MAD ABOUT IT).

3. I want to thank the person who anonymously sent me pads, chewy granola bars, and Earl Grey Tea. I started crying because pads are SO EXPENSIVE and I’m so THANKFUL. Thank you. Also. thank you to everyone who’s been sending me encouraging thoughts and funny memes and such! (I’m saving the memes to print out and send to Ashley, so keep ‘em coming!)

4. Speaking of printing....I’m out of printer ink for my printer. I can print black-and-white stuff (so short fanfic, stories, letters, memes where colors don’t matter...I can print on my mom’s black and white laser printer ) but not color stuff, like pictures of my cats and funny memes that need to be in color to make sense. I’m not doing so hot on money right now. There’s a fraudulent $99 charge from walmart.com on my bank account right now, and I’m disputing it (I haven’t ordered from walmart.com in over a year because the experience was fucking awful), and I’m kinda fucked until that gets settled. I’ll be doordashing, of course, but I need to pay my car insurance soon, and that comes before anything else. 

Anyway, I have a needs list and a wants list, and if anyone wants to scoop me up the printer ink on my needs list... I would really appreciate it! That also helps me with page design, when I’m selling things I’ve made to people... so it’s another way to help me make money. It’s $30 for a two-pack of aftermarket cartridges for my Canon TS9120 (if you happen to find a better deal somewhere, please let me know!) 

You may also notice the wheelchair legs on that list. There’s an explanation, but I’ll put it behind a cut because this is super-long already.

I want to thank everyone once again. You guys are the best. 

So I’ve blown the disc in my back again. It’s completely ruptured. They don’t know if they can fix it. And it looks like two or three others are about to go as well. I inherited degenerative disc disease from both of my parents, so... unfortunate, but not entirely unexpected.

What this has led to is me suddenly having my lower back lock up, which locks my legs up and makes me unable to walk. Someone gave me a wheelchair (Invacare Tracer EX2, which is basically a standard fold-up wheelchair), but it doesn’t have front rigging (foot rests). There are other parts on that list (better footrests, anti-tippers, replacement front wheels, etc.), but I need footrests asap.

The wheelchair is functional in an emergency but not ideal and deeply uncomfortable without the leg rests. So that’s the story of how I, at 35, need a wheelchair for a supposedly fixable condition.

I have an MRI in a few weeks, and then an appointment with my neurosurgeon, but surgery is at least three to five months out. I need to survive until then, and that means being able to be mobile even if my legs aren’t working.

[hanasinbloom]

Hello all! I hope you guys are doing well.

Just wanted to pop in with a little life update.

Due to the quarantine, I’m currently out of a job and have no ongoing source of income. I still have bills that are overdue and, unfortunately, my bank account has been recently pushed into negative. Until I can get it back out of the red, it will continue to charge me an automatic overdraft fee every day.

I can’t take any more commissions at the moment, as I still have a list of people waiting, and I am continuing to make progress on those whilst balancing another project as well. But I do have a Kofi account and, if anyone is able, I would greatly appreciate the help. For those who don’t know how the site works, donating 1 coffee sends me $3 each. You can send however much you’d like to donate. Anything helps!

While I can’t offer much in terms of rewards for donations at the moment, I will draw a single character bust for anyone who donates at least $10 or more. You can write in the description of your donation what character you’d like, as well as your tumblr url so I know who to tag in the request! OCs are included! Please include a link to a reference in the description as well.

You can make a kofi donation >>> HERE

Even if you can’t send a donation, I would really appreciate if you reblog this post and spread it around.

Also, please only donate if you are financially able to. While we all need to help each other and look after one another, it’s important for you to take care of yourself and your own needs first and foremost. I’m sure this is a problem most of us are going through as we all deal with this worldwide pandemic and I’m sad to see so many people struggling to pay bills and meet their financial needs. But we will get through this! Ultimately, this struggle will pass, and we’ll all come out of it stronger than before.

Thank you guys for reading and stay safe out there! 💕

[babycapell]

new york’s very own baby capell was spotted on broadway street , with a striking semblance to courtney eaton ! you may know them as @capellbabyy or hitting the front page of tmz as natasha fox, suspected con-artist infamously identified as baby, unanimously declared innocent on charges faced in california . according to tmz , you just had your twenty-fourth birthday bash . while living in nyc , you’ve been labeled as being heartless , but also ambitious . things that would paint a better picture of you would be a cluster of designer shopping bags, tan limbs tangled in silk sheets, a heart shaped sucker dangling between glossed lips. ( cisfemale + she/her  ) +  (  saxon , twenty-six , she/her , cst )

Out Of Character

Guess who’s back again? Honestly I don't know how this is going to go because this is a very new character and quite different from anything I’ve played but I’m incredibly excited to bring her to life! As always, we stay very open to connection ideas and plotting so please do not hesitate to hit me up because me and my child are here for the chaos and drama! <3

Basic Information

Full Name: Natasha Wren Campbell-Fox. Baby Capell.

Nickname(s): Nat. Baby.

Birthday: January 6th.

Orientation: Pansexual.

Language(s) Spoken: English, French, Mandarin Chinese, Spanish.

Background

TW: cancer.

At just eighteen years old, Lucia Campbell left New Zealand and moved to England in hopes of pursuing a career in ballet only to unexpectedly end up pregnant just months later, putting a pause on both her dreams and her future. 

Unfortunately, unbeknownst to her at the time of conception, the child’s father was a married member of the British Royal family - albeit fifteenth in line for the throne, the fact that he had stepped out on his wife and had a bastard child was scandal that could not be afforded.

Although the man tried repeatedly to coerce Lucia into getting an abortion, assuring it was what was best for both of them, Natasha Wren Campbell arrived in the world Jaunary sixth, nineteen-ninety six. 

In order to keep the situation under wraps, her father stopped by once a month to ‘check in’. For Natasha and her mother, these events felt less like visits with family and more like important interviews where their every move was under harsh scrutiny, the check he gave them at the end of his visit enough to make sure they were able to get by, money that assured that his secrets were kept safe. 

Every memory Natasha held of the woman who raised her was a beautiful one, a woman she considered so good and ethereal that it almost made sense that she didn’t get to stay in their world for too long.

When Natasha was just fourteen, her mother began experiencing fatigue and pain too serious to brush off, diagnosed within a week with stage four pancreatic cancer, the illness seemed to arise out of nowhere and progressed rapidly, leaving her unable to work and therefore unable to provide for them. 

Natasha waited desperately for her father’s next visit, asking for help with growing bills and the hopes of finding a better doctor but he refused, deeming such beyond his concern and leaving them with the same check he had in every visit prior. 

With no way to make money to care for her herself or her mother, Natasha turned to the only thing she could think of, thievery. What started as sneaking into restaurants and fancy events in order to steal food soon became grabbing expensive items left sitting on tables, selling them for cash that would keep the lights or the heat on even a month longer. 

Still, within eight months, her mother was gone and Natasha was alone - without a job or a place to go. 

The teenager adapted the only way she knew how, using the same tricks that she had before but this time in order to get into hotels. She used her father’s name and position in order to get their attention and if asked, used the pet name her mother had used for her when asked in order to avoid being caught, Baby. 

Soon, she realized that showing fearlessness and confidence could get her almost anything - whatever hotel she could manage soon became the most lavish she could find and just having a bed to lay in at night became enjoying the high class service and catering offered to her.

One night, while enjoying dinner in the hotel restaurant, she was approached by an arrogant teenage boy who was clearly eager to flaunt the wealth his parents held. Rage flooded her but instead of lashing out, her mind pulled her on a different route. She played into his every word until he was obsessed with her and then she used it, doe eyes and sweet voice pleading for what his money had to offer her for three whole months. His interest - or rather his family’s interest in finance and technology was his ultimate downfall, giving her every bit of information she needed to drain his bank account and disappear.

Natasha quickly became aware of just what kind of power she held and she planned on using it, starting with the man whom she deemed, in some way, responsible for the loss of her mother. 

The teenager arrived on her father’s doorstep and played every bit of the confused and mortified girl finding out that her father had a whole life that she and her mother had been unaware of. It was while his wife asked her to wait upstairs as they fought in the living room that she found his study, making quick work of getting every ounce of information she could in order to ruin him financially later. 

Unexpectedly, however, she found an account that was depositing the same amount that he had been paying out to her and her mother monthly. She followed the lead in hopes to meet her possible half-sibling and found a true family instead. A half-sister, Tali Fox (who reminded her greatly of her own mother) and her mother who all too happily took her in and adopted her as if she had always belonged.

Still, the world of lavish living and conning men whom she felt deserved it had piqued her interest in a way she couldn’t explain and she wasn’t ready to give up. She became a chameleon of sorts; spending nights going out to special venues, catching the eye of a rich male and playing the role of their dream girl - she’d use them for months, allowed them to shower her in precious gifts until she grew bored, draining their accounts and disappearing from their lives.

Six months ago she was arrested in California on multiple charges of larceny, fraud and forgery and had been awaiting a trial that finally began at the end of August and concluded just last week with a unanimous verdict of innocence, due to both a lack of evidence and witnesses. (aka; this little b*tch is good at what she does, no evidence and most dudes won’t even come out to say anything against her because they’re either still in love and/or don’t want to admit they got played by this angel face)

Now that she is out, she has arrived in New York to spend some quality time with her sister and perhaps, lay low for a while. 

Personality

Look, there’s no way to sugarcoat it, this girl is the sugar baby supreme okay? She wants your attention and your love and your money and that’s it. She doesn't feel nothing for you anyway, but she feels even less if you don’t adore her, dammit. 

She’s not a bad person, she’s really not - she pry donates all her clothes to the women’s shelter once she’s worn them even once and donates more than half of the money she steals to charity but like...she’s just very very angry and hurt and thinks all rich men deserve to suffer for being the type of man her father was which like - are you going to tell her she’s wrong? And she’s in too deep now, she just can’t stop. 

A true personality unknown though, tbh? She basically has been playing chameleon for so long, she doesn’t know who she is or how to be? Just adjusts to make you happy. Literally the fakest. 

Also she’s totally pansexual but like...way too focused on scamming men because they’re dumb and shit so like, definitely pry fucks around with females/nonbinaries from time to time but always finds herself going back to the hustle.

Desired Connections

A childhood friend who knew Natasha before the loss of her mother who hasn’t seen her since before that happened?

A childhood friend who’s known Natasha the whole time and maybe worries about her and her mental health?

The child of someone she conned? Honestly give me someone who’s dad Natasha hustled and they either hate her for it or just seriously respect her because they didn’t like him anyway? Or maybe even a sibling or an ex that she conned? 

For males? Past scams? Current scams? Future scams? Let this bitch play you, please. We can decide details as to how long or how serious it got, they could hate her or be secretly still obsessed/in love with her or both at once? Literally anything, okay! If you want someone to fuck up your guy in the past or future - this is your girl!

For females or nonbinaries? Give me someone who was maybe genuinely interested in her? Someone who wanted/tried to have a relationship and she was just like nah and it fucked them up a little bit maybe? Honestly maybe even a female/nonbinary she conned because even though she usually doesn’t, she thought they were an ass and deserved it?  

Someone who perhaps she actually started falling for a little, realized she wasn’t actually scamming them, that she was just chilling and she was like excuse??? And left without even scamming them? Or did just to prove to herself that she didn’t actually care about them? Kslflaks;sa I don’t know, she’s messy as hell, y’all.

[bigskydreaming]

Thank you again and still for all the help and support! I really truly can not imagine making it through the past couple days without it, considering I spent most of it awake and in the bathroom puking from the constant migraines that come with your head not being happy about its bones not being in the right place. Stress aggravates them, or at least my awareness of them, and because of how little work there is currently and how expensive being broke and disabled in LA is, let’s just say, there’s been stress, lol.

I’m feeling a bit better today, or at least I’m making myself pretend that and act like that since I’ve got another appointment at that clinic where I get my juicy and tasty IV bags of nutrients pumped into me since I barely even CAN eat, physically, which combined with the lack of sleep and the nausea, like, also not a great combination.

So, I mean it when I say your donations and support have absolutely been invaluable, everything from a couple dollars to an anonymous message, like, its all amazing and appreciated and invaluable. Yeah. I already said that, whoops, anyway, BUT I DIGRESS.

That’s about all of an update I have there, lol, so in other news, I should be around more today since like I said, I’m feeling a bit better and have possibly plateau-ed on this latest pain level. (My super-annoying superpower....ever since I was a kid I’ve been able to adapt to increases in pain like a pro. As in, being able to manage/function despite it. Course, I still feel it, but give me a day or two to adjust to a new norm in how much my body hates me currently, and then I can power through).

So, like I said, I should be around more today, and I’ll probably be random as hell. Like I’ve mentioned before, my blog is where I spew literally everything from inane thoughts to fandom feels, since its like.....my only social outlet these past couple years and the only way I get to interact with people who aren’t doctors. Expect no pattern in topics until I find whatever sticks and keeps me focused on it enough to serve as a distraction from, y’know, the broke body and broke bank account.

SO! Absolutely feel free to hit me up about anything and everything. ESPECIALLY if you’ve made a donation or sent me something. Like, I know some people who have sent money don’t even follow me or know me at all and are just generous spirits who saw my post somewhere, but for any of you who have sent any kind of support just cuz you like, like me and my rambles, lol, totally feel free to drop into my messages even on anon and say what kind of posts or content from me you really engage with and would love to see more of. I can’t make any promises or guarantees, unfortunately, given I didn’t expect or plan on crashing so hard these last couple days, bleh, and just....literally, like, writing more of the kind of stuff or posts people who have helped me stay alive is pretty much the only way I have of kinda giving at least something back, so I mean, I am happy to pounce on anything in that direction. 

Again, just can’t make any guarantees given how unpredictable my life is and depending on how many people send requests or prompts or messages, etc, but I don’t delete anything of that nature and I usually get back around to stuff EVENTUALLY. For instance, I’m REALLY hoping to finish up two one-shots today, one that’s focused on Duke, Dick and Cass from that prompt you sent me a couple weeks ago, @zee-gee, and the other uh.....that umm, TW/X-Men fusion you commissioned way longer ago than my pride will allow me to admit in public @camelotpark, lol. And like, those posts you see me making to @russianspacegeckosexparty about the changelings project I talk about a lot, like.....Adam basically just sends me random thoughts and prompts about it all the time, and its like a running thread that’s easy for me to pick back up and sink into whenever I see a new one in my inbox and I’ve got enough spoons at the moment to dig in.

Also have a couple other things I want to respond to today while I have the energy and a destined-to-be-longer-than-it-needs-to-be meta about Dick’s positioning in narratives with various other characters and WHY I think it so usually works out that way, and I’m aiming to keep that more like....musing-esque than rant-errific, but uh, let’s see how that actually goes, lmfao.

Anyway, that’s what I have in mind for today, aside from my going to get my IV buffet at ten and emailing and calling people from listings about rooms to rent, but tbh, I might just end up being even more random and sporadic than usual, if I can’t focus on any of those long enough to stay sufficiently distracted today. (Like, my other annoying superpower as long-time followers have heard before, is my ridiculously fast metabolism. I know, “oh no, I’m so skinny, poor me,” but like....its never been about weight gain or loss for me, its about how fast my body processes various medications, meaning pretty much every painkiller I’ve ever tried is largely useless to me, or at most wears off in a couple hours.....whereas my ADHD meds actually provide me MORE relief from the pain than any of them. Basically, they let me actually focus on something OTHER than pain and not get interrupted/distracted by the occasional pain spike that likes to remind me its there and wants my attention......so I mean, I still feel everything that comes with my head being physically out of whack, but for the hours vyvanse is working for me, coupled with some heavy duty pain meds, I can like.....just sorta....not care about it for awhile. Like, it hasn’t gone away but its more shoved to the back of my mind at least. And all of that, I’m happy to stuff in a closet whenever I can, lol).

And that’s enough rambles for this post, I think. LOLOLOL, as if I have a quota. But yeah. Just wanted to express how much your support has meant and continues to mean, and like.....I’m still here and alive and crossing fingers that I’ll hear about an actual surgery date soon, but in the meanwhile like......I’m kinda stuck in a perpetual Limbo, one that’s largely confined to whatever is in hobbling distance from my bed of the day, and as much as donations help me physically, in remaining able to at least stay that way, just, any and all interactions on here help by keeping me engaged with the world on at least some level, and make it so I have stuff to think or talk about beyond my own situation and how I’m not a super huge fan of that.

(Okay, I shouldn’t say any and ALL interactions are appreciated, since I have my fun little runs of anon hate in my inbox, but I mean, all of the above is why they’re not really a big deal to me and never have been. Its like, dude, my own body has been trying to take me out for the past three years, and you think a few insults from an anonymous stranger are gonna do the trick? LOLOL, please. Tbh, the only real negative effect anon hate has on me is that it makes me a bit more snappish and quick to assume the worst than I’d like, when people @ me in a way that I misread as aggressive or in bad faith. I’m aware that my day-to-day temperment is a lot more irritable and open to fights than I usually like to be, as self-control is kinda a big deal to me, and my situation and stress and other shit kinda keep me constantly operating at a level best described as itchy, and none of that is an excuse for any times I read an interaction wrong and go for the throat. I just mean like.....I’m a very blunt and straight-forward person, and I do appreciate when people take a similar approach to me as it really helps keep those misreads to a minimum. Any time someone wants to engage with me in some way, I promise I am SO much easier to talk to if you just....put it out there, whatever it is. Its the games people play online (and in real life) that just frustrate the hell out of me and...yeah. Again, I’m not saying any of that as an excuse or a request for a free pass any time I fuck up an interaction or cross a line, I’m just saying, if anyone’s held back on interacting with me because they think I might snap at them or mistake it for them trying to start a fight, like......just be direct with me. Honestly, thats just....always gonna be more productive when it comes to me.)

But yeah. So that’s the current state of me and all that jazz. Again, I so appreciate everything everyone’s done to support me, not just these past couple days but over the course of these past three years as well. I notice and remember all of it, and its why even though I rant and complain and am critical about so much in society and fandoms and all that.....I really truly am a believer in the idea that there’s more good in people and the world than bad, and the bad just tends to be louder is all. It was especially loud for me the last couple days, the volume got way jacked up, but the goodwill from you guys has been more than enough to drown it out and give me some reprieve.

Alright, shutting up now. All done. The end.

[maisstories]

I Need Your Help

To be more precise, my girlfriend needs your help. The reason I am the one writing this text is because right now she is so depressed and discouraged that she doesn’t have the strength to believe asking for help would make a difference, and that… that terrifies me.

For those who don’t know us, I am Mai, and my girlfriend is Kari. Under different circumstances, we should have our lives all nicely sorted out, but as we are all aware, we live in the kind of dystopian world society at large likes to pretend only happens in fiction. Especially Kari. You see, I’m from Spain, and Kari is from the US. This means an entire ocean separates us (otherwise I would’ve bundled her up and brought her home, believe me).

Kari is a poor wlw who lives in a very conservative area (as in, Bible Belt conservative). She has ADHD, which went untreated most of her life, hampering her at every turn. First, because she grew up in a very conservative Catholic family and most Catholic families just Don’t Believe in Those Things. Now… well, now because she has no medical insurance and can’t afford to pay for medication. Cute, isn’t it? And that’s not even the best part. Kari has depression, that I mentioned, but this whole situation, and the hopelessness it causes her, has brought forth suicidal ideation. I don’t have the words to express just how scared I am by this. It paralyzes me. There is nothing, physically nothing I can do if they ever get the better of her.

To add to this, it has been made abundantly clear to Kari that her parents won’t help her if she becomes homeless. They didn’t want a child to begin with. A gay child? Yeah, no, forget about it.

(On a bit of a bright note, Kari has two adopted cats, which are the cutest fur balls over. They’re her closest emotional support most days, and I am very grateful for them. I can’t cuddle her or be physically there for her at all, but I can at least ask her to go cuddle them. They’re not even on the particularly scratchy side for cats).

Currently, Kari has a job, but despite taking on as many extra hours as possible, she cannot make enough money for rent. In fact, she cannot make many other basic necessities, which I will list here because they’re important, I am worried sick, and we really do need help:

-Work: Kari lost her previous job for one of those completely absurd, US-only reasons back in late October. I say absurd because any company trying to pull that shit here in Spain, and most likely anywhere in the European Union, would’ve been fined out of business. But hey, Country of Freedom and all that, isn’t it? She finally found a new job mid-November. Lower pay, though, which means it doesn’t help her cover full rent.

-Rent: As many people in the US will know, and others not from the US will have heard, rent outside of isolated areas is ridiculously expensive, especially for such a large and unpopulated country. The Wonders of Capitalism. As such, Kari is forced to pay a truly monstrous amount of money for a minuscule space to live in, one that ate up most of her previous salary and that surpasses her current one.

-Bills: Let’s not forget these. She rations. As much as she can. Electricity, water, internet… she goes for cheapest and least use, so far as to monitor her use of water during showers, but this still adds to her expenses.

-Food: Now’s where things get to a truly awful degree. When she moved to the place she lives in now (and if anyone wants the story that led to this move, please ask, because that’s an entirely other level of fucked up), she had to apply for food stamps, because she had barely no money left to feed herself and her two adopted cats after all the mandatory expenses. Food stamps people don’t look at the money you have left after bills, they just look at your income, so she was allotted $16. Useful, right? Anyway, fast forward to late October: Kari loses her job, so, obviously, one of the first things she does is contact the food stamps people to update her situation and have her allotment reevaluated. No response. Contact again. No response. This keeps going on. Mid-November, she gets a new job (still no response from the food stamps people despite the many attempts to contact them). Last Friday, her food supplies consisted of a bit of chicken, two fish fillets, and a couple eggs. I do not kid you. Today, the food stamp people finally answered her call: they won’t look into her case until, at least, December.

That’s it for the basics. As you see, it’s a wonderful situation.

Now, my role in this, as I’m sure some of you are wondering.

Let me start by saying this: I am a heavily disabled woman (nearly blind) living in an isolated area with the worst public transport system this side of the Mediterranean Sea. I am incapable of even getting out of home without assistance and someone to drive me at the moment. This means, having a job where I currently live is out of the question (I’m working on getting a job somewhere else where I’ll be able to live on my own. Sort of). My only source of income right now is my Patreon account, the earnings of which go fully to Kari because my girlfriend’s wellbeing matters to me much more than anything I could ever need for myself. I may say whatever I want about my parents’ belief that my relationship isn’t real because they don’t believe you can forge real connections through the internet (or the fact they want me to have a BOYfriend because they want grandchildren), but at least they’re so terrified I’ll break the moment I step outside on my own that they take good care of me.

Still, unfortunately, I’m only a writer, and a writer’s Patreon doesn’t make enough money to cover for such serious issues.

But Kari is the most important person in my life. I’m not exaggerating. I never thought I’d fall in love. I’ve always been the weird one out, the blind kid teachers coddled too much out of pity so other kids disliked and picked on, the one who was so odd that didn’t even fit with the weird kids in school. That happened everywhere, anywhere I went. Even in some fandom groups. It came to the point I stopped trying. It came to the point I thought once my parents died I wouldn’t have anyone. I’d stopped making plans for the future. There was no future for me.

And then I met Kari. She can make me smile with a silly gif and an obscure quote I thought no one else knew at 3am when I’m on the verge of tears because I feel trapped in my own house; she can get me excited about doing a joint cosplay in the distant future when I’d given up on cosplay years ago because I had no one who wanted to go to cons with me; she listens to my stupid history rants and even shows interest in them, when the most I’m used to getting are eye rolls and a change of topic.

Kari is the best that’s happened to me. Ever. And I want her to be happy. I want her to not have to worry about rent; I want her to be able to buy herself a chocolate bar because she feels like it without having to feel guilty for wasting the money. I want her to be able to live without the fear of being evicted every month, without having to worry about tomorrow’s meals because she ran out of food stamps and the fridge has only a can of soup left for the weekend. I want her to be able to go to the doctor when she’s sick and buy the medication she needs to get better.

But I don’t have the power to do this. Not now, not yet. So I’m asking you, everyone out there, to please help us. Help her.

And, I’m afraid, November is an awful month for Kari. Due to the late date at which she found her new job, she is missing a large chunk of rent. I’m doing everything in my power to gather money, and I ask —no, beg— you to help. Donate something, anything. Even if it is small, many small donations can make a difference.

Originally, we wanted to do a GoFundMe page with a three-month goal of 975 dollars to cover that period’s expenses (yes, guys, we’re missing about 500 this month. It’s that horrible), but every single crowdfunding website we have found works through bank accounts. Banks in the US are sharks; they tax you for not having enough income, for not having enough activity… Basically, if you’re poor in the US, you have to pay to have a bank account that will never have any money in it because the bank will eat it up. So, until we find an alternate crowdfunding site that allows to collect through paypal, we have set us several other safe forms through which you guys can donate to help Kari.

Paypal.Me: https://paypal.me/findyourwaycrafts

Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/findyourway

Kari has a crafts store, because she is a fantastic artist (and you should totally check it out), with much stuff already on it and other stuff planned to come:

Store: https://findyourway.storenvy.com/

Store Tumblr: https://findyourwaycrafts.tumblr.com/

However, these things take time to take off, and we are running out of time in November. So please, please, help us cover the remainder of Kari’s rent for this month. Even if it’s just a dollar, three, five, a purchase of a necklace. Anything. Please, help us. Help Kari keep a roof over her head this Winter.

[dykechan]

Hi guys! I have two jobs that require me to be on my feet, and unfortunately I need new sneakers to comfortably work now at this point. I have two bad knees that are constantly in braces during work at this point, a bad ankle, and a bad foot stemming from a car accident I was in when I was twelve where my left leg was hit and my left foot was even run over! I'm not making anywhere near anything decent and my mom is unemployed so I'm paying the house bills, and basically have $20 in my bank account rn. I'm doing writing/fanfic commissions yet again! If you are interested please private message me and we can get something going! If you just want to donate I have a Kofi link on my blog! I also have paypal if that works better!

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader-”The One That Got Away” Part 1

The terrorist attack targeting Wayne National Bank nearly three years ago left only one survivor behind: Y/N almost died from the injuries, but she was lucky enough to wake up at the hospital days later. It was so hard to cope with the news: on top of losing her eyesight, the young woman lost her co-workers also and strangely enough the one responsible for the entire tragedy wasn’t The Clown Prince of Crime.

“They told me you’re here again,” you smile and there’s no answer. “Are you going to come in or do you want me to bring you something to eat? We’re closing soon, it’s almost 10pm.”

The blind Y/N extends the cane until it touches the recipient of her visit.

“I understand that you’re shy and there’s nothing wrong with it; you just need to tell me.”

“I’m not shy,” the deep tone interrupts.

“So are you coming in this time?” Y/N asks while the man grunts and she correctly guesses he’s getting up from his spot. “Follow me,” you encourage and he pulls the hoodie on his face, steadily walking behind the woman leading the way. “Today we have chicken soup and spaghetti with red sauce. That that I want to brag, but it turned out pretty good,” you giggle to lighten up the atmosphere: you’re aware it’s not easy for some living on the streets to acknowledge they require help.

“Mina!” you shout as you enter the spacious room. “Another portion please!”

“Sure thing!” the assistant’s energetic reply is perceived from beyond the counter.

“You can take a sit at any table, she’ll bring the food shortly,” you let him know and then loudly inquire: “Who else is here?”

“I’m here,” Silvia answers, slurping on her hot soup.

“Me too,” you hear Walter. “I also see Dave, Russell, Angie. The rest I’m not sure,” the 70 years old informs, pointing at the newcomer.

“Hey new guy, you have a name?” Angie licks her fork, digging in the pile of pasta afterwards.

The man is silent for a few moments, then mutters through his teeth:

“Jay.”

“You’re lucky there’s still food left, son! It’s crazy busy all the time,” Dave huffs. “This is the best Soup Kitchen in Gotham, and the lady standing in front of you a true angel!” one of the regulars states with such conviction it prompts cheers from the others left in the cafeteria at the end of the busy day.

“If only,” you laugh amused at the affirmation.

“Here you go; enjoy,“ Mina brings over a bowl of soup and a plate full of spaghetti to the man that’s been lurking around for the past two months but didn’t step into the building until today. Jay mumbles something resembling a “thanks” and by the sounds he makes slurping on the hot liquid one could say it’s very appreciated.

The volunteers would tell you if they spotted him outside the premises and you would usually take food to him, offering a place at a table which he refused; not the first or the last to show restrain when shown kindness.

You’re a bit surprised he decided to finally join the crowd; maybe he doesn’t like being around people.

“Mina, are you ok closing with John and Sandy? I have to open the bakery in the morning,” you explain although it’s not necessary.

“Yes, of course; told you should have went home an hour ago. They’re almost done with the dishes and we won’t have that much left to do after the last guests finish their meal. We’ll be fine, don’t worry. OK?” the young woman gives you a soft nudge towards the door and you feel the ground with the cane, eager to take a shower after the long day.

“Good night then,” you smile,” see you guys soon.”

“Good night!” several voices respond back.

The apartment is just three blocks away, conveniently situated on the top of the bakery you own: “Sweet Temptations” is one of the most popular bakeries in Gotham, slowly becoming a contender for the first position.

Once outside you stop for a few moments to enjoy the silence and the soft breeze on your cheeks before reprising your walk. Police cars alarms start blaring in the distance and you sigh, annoyed: quietness never lasts for too long in this damned city.

You turn left on Glissan Avenue and halt, carefully listening: you could swear you discerned some snickering ahead of you. Maybe not?...

A few more feet and your cane is abruptly yanked out of your hand, almost making you lose balance:

“Hey pretty girl, can I get a kiss in exchange for the stick?”

You straighten your shoulders, frowning:

“Randy, is that you?!”

“Umm…it’s possible,” he chuckles and you feel the air around, trying to find his body.

“I’m exhausted and not in the mood for your crap!” you admonish and want to continue but you get interrupted:

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You know my brother’s an idiot!...Hey…Hey!!!! What the…,” the other young man yells and the noise of a loud punch and broken bone startles you. “Hey, leave my brother alone!!!!...Oh shit!” the turmoil of a struggle and more ruckus indicating a fight make you frantically search for your cell in the purse.

“What’s going on?” you ask, scared at the moans of pain.

“I think he broke my nose,” Randy manages to utter still dizzy from the unexpected attack. His sibling Steve is trying to defend himself from the aggressor, apparently without too much success since the thud reaching your ears indicates he got thrown on the concrete pavement.

“If…if you’re The Batman, I can assure you I’m not in any kind of danger!” you pant, scared about whatever the hell is happening. “I know them, please stop!”

“It’s not…it’s not The Batman…” Randy gags, the taste of his own blood making him nauseated.

“I’m calling 911!” the cell phone is taken out of the bag and Randy shrieks:

“He’s running away…”

“Please don’t call the cops,” Steve mutters, not having the strength to get up yet. “I’m sure they’re not gonna like the fact that two teenagers fresh out of the juvie already got involved into an altercation.”

“I can testify you got assaulted!”

“Yeah, but you didn’t see anything,” Steve groans while his brother helps him up. “They might twist it against us and I don’t want to go back to detention.”

“Me neither,” Randy grumbles, wiping his bloody nose with the sleeve of his jacket.

“Did you see who it was?” you inquire, placing the phone in your pocket; you sure don’t want to create any more trouble for them.

“No,” the cane is returned to the anxious Y/N. “His mug was covered with a hoodie.”

***************

Next morning, 5:43am

The bell dinging makes you aware someone entered the bakery.

“I’m sorry, we’re still closed until 6am,” you announce to the customer while brewing a fresh pot of coffee.

“Hello Y/N, it’s me”, the familiar voice makes you smile.

“Good morning Mister Wayne; your box is ready,” you slide the package on the other side of the counter. 

“Thank God! I hate early corporate meetings and this amazing stuff makes me wake up a bit, enough to seem like I’m interested, you know?” he soundlessly yawns and you burst out laughing.

“I’m glad it helps. Coffee?”

“Please!”

“The usual?”

“Naaah. Surprise me,” Bruce smirks and watches Y/N quite fascinated as she puts together his drink. Even if she can’t see, she moves with such ease and he takes a remorseful deep breath, wishing he could share his thoughts.

“Here you go Mister Wayne, triple shot. I think you need it today,” you hand over his cup and he takes a sip, smacking his lips in the process.

“This is very good,” Bruce praises your skills because lingering around the bakery for a few minutes it’s so much better that the dreadful meeting he’s about to attend. He takes a big stack of money from the inside pocket of his suit and hands it over to you.

“Are these…are these hundreds?!” you inquire, puzzled.

The lack of an answer confirms it.

“Mister Wayne, you don’t have to do this each time you come in. This is just... a lot again and the total for your box is only 46 dollars.”

“If I want to leave a tip, then I will. Share with your employees,” the stubborn heir suggests because this is how he usually convinces you to accept the money.

You want to protest but he keeps rambling on:

“There are also two checks in there: one for my monthly contribution to your charity, the other one you could say it’s an investment. Entirely up to you of course, but I would love for you to expand your business: a location next to the Wayne Tower would make me very happy. Every time I’m there pretending to be working I could run and get me a delicious treat to make my day better. ”

You blankly stare at him, deciding to speak up.

“Mister Wayne…You don’t have to do this… It wasn’t your fault…”

Bruce is grateful you can’t see his painful grimace at the candid words meant to alleviate the guilt of an event he failed to predict as both the main shareholder of Gotham National Bank and as his alter ego.

“You are not responsible for the lives that were lost. You just owned the bank, nothing more. It was very unfortunate, but please stop blaming yourself.”

He doesn’t comment yet, oddly enough paying attention to Y/N’s advice.

“You might not realize it, but you make this city a better place Mister Wayne; your generous donations truly make a difference. With your aid, my charity allows me to literally assist hundreds of those in need. That wouldn’t be possible without you. Take The Batman too for example; because of him this town is safer: he can’t get rid of all the rotten evil eating away at its core, but his watchful eye is a tremendous boost of hope for the rest of us. One person can’t do everything and he is not accountable for every bad action he cannot stop. You’re not more responsible than he is for the fate of others.”

Bruce sniffles, somehow relieved by the sudden monologue.

“You’re a good man, Mister Wayne. The tabloids might depict you as a carefree playboy, still they should mention your achievements also. Or at least bring up some details about that nice cologne you wear,” you giggle and his body relaxes at the small joke after being tense throughout the whole speech.

“It’s Dior,” he admits with a grin meant to alleviate the seriousness of what you just told him. And Bruce certainly appreciates it since he had no idea how much he craved to hear a confirmation of his own flaw: he is human after all, either as the rich billionaire or as The Batman. “Thank you…” he briefly touches your fingers while taking the box from the counter.

“I meant it Mister Wayne.”

“I know…” he sighs. “Think about the business proposal, OK?”

“I will,” you promise although you are not convinced it’s such a great plan on top of the numerous projects you’re involved in.

“I’ll see you next week,” Bruce promises and exits the pastry shop, abandoning its owner until their upcoming rendezvous.

You feel sorry for him, you really do. You hope what you told him stuck in the back of his mind: remorse is a strong poison Bruce Wayne should stay away from at any cost, especially when he’s in the center of attention due to his social position. Plus, he’s not liable for the tragedy that occurred nearly three years ago, even if he believes otherwise…

You were working as a teller at Wayne National Bank for eight months and that day was nothing special until the shift was almost over. The 25 year old Y/N went downstairs with her drawer in order to go over her daily transactions and make sure there were no discrepancies. Moments later, a powerful explosion shook the building and leveled it out in a matter of seconds, taking down walls and people alike as it sunk into rubble.

The only survivor was you since you happened to be in the vault; the metal crate protected you from the blast and you were lucky the emergency response team dug you out from under the debris in time: Y/N nearly perished and woke up at the hospital days later blind and unable to cope with the news: on top of losing her eye-sight, she lost her co-workers too.

Bruce Wayne felt responsible: he took pride in having the most sophisticated and advanced security system in place, yet nothing is fool proof, including the engineers that built it and sold out the secrets to the wrong people for the right price.

The terrorist attack was claimed by the Triple Star gang, another one of their attempts to take over Gotham in the never-ending battle for the top spot with The Joker. And Gotham’s citizens got caught in the crossfire. Again.

Bruce paid for everyone’s funerals and handsomely rewarded the grieving families along with his public apologies; the media tried to shred him to pieces, dragging his name in the mud again. It all died out once the family members of those killed in the attack sided with the billionaire: there’s nothing more off-putting to the press than dust settling over sensationalism without backup evidence.

You used the share you received from your ex-employer to open the bakery and start the kitchen soup, both venues flourishing under your patronage. Bruce was a constant customer and donor from day one, which aided raise awareness to the point of Y/N becoming some sort of local celebrity: despite her blindness after surviving catastrophe, she found the strength to rise above the shattered pieces of her life and help the less fortunate, which gained her the nickname of Angel of Gotham.

“Y/N,” Shane gets you out of trance, “do you want the chocolate croissants on top shelves today?”

“Yes, by the apple fritters and blueberry muffins,” you answer while the rest of the opening shift brings out the trays with freshly baked pastries from the kitchen.

The bell dings and Andy rushes in, frantically repeating:

“I know I’m late! I know I’m late!”

“AGAIN!!!” almost everyone teases in the same time, the choir urging more clumsy excuses:

“I know, ok? I’m deeply sorry. My car died out!”

“AGAIN!!!” the crew mocks and the poor guy sniffles, flustered to the maximum and you decide to give him a break.

“It’s fine; go wash your hands.”

“Y/N,” Andy halts in front of you. “Mister Wayne’s limo is parked outside and his chauffeur said he wants to talk to you.”

“He’s still here?!” you grab your stick and walk around the counter, heading outside the bakery.

“This way Miss,” the driver holds the limousine’s door opened until you get inside, slamming it shut as soon as you are next to your former boss. But something is off… the man doesn’t smell like Bruce’s cologne.

“Mister Wayne?...” you hesitantly mumble and the weird chuckle makes you cringe.

“Nope. Just rented a limo like his and waited until he left so I can take over. Luckily enough we saw an employee rushing in and he had no clue that the rich, pretty boy is not the one requesting a meeting.”

You panic and try to exit the car but it’s already moving and the door won’t open.

“Calm down, would you? If I wanted to hurt you I would have already done it.”

You exhale, nervously adjusting yourself in the comfortable seat.

“Who are you?” Y/N carefully stirs the conversation.

“A philanthropist interested in bestowing my fortune upon those in need,” the strange snickering comes to an end. “Here’s my business card,” your hands are placed on the person’s face without any warning. “Well, can you guess?”

“Umm…” you gulp, anxiously touching the skin. “Maybe mid-thirties…”

“Wow, that’s pretty good,” the man snorts, somewhat amused. “Go on.”

“Handsome…”

“Nailed it!!” he snarls and it gives you goosebumps.

“Green hair…”

His crazy silver grin diminishes a bit.

“Blue eyes,” and your eyes focusing on his astonish The Joker which is not an easy thing to accomplish.

“You…you can see!” he growls and your hands slide off his face. The King of Gotham had you on surveillance for months before he made contact today and nothing indicated the revelation he witnessed by pure chance.

“I was wondering if you‘ll show up,” your change in attitude baffles the usual emotionless King of Gotham. “Are you interested in money laundering throughout my charity?” you cold tone skips to the main topic. “Others have asked and no, I don’t do that; I don’t care about how much it would put back in my account. Dirty money has no place in my…”

“Says the perfect Angel lying to the world about her handicap,” The Joker sarcastically cuts you out.

“I’m not lying,” you mutter. “My vision comes and goes, it’s a neurological anomaly after the injury I sustained. I was warned that might happen and frankly I don’t have to announce it on TV or to my doctor when I’m blind and when I’m not. It’s easier to deal with it since at one point I might find myself in the blackness forever.”

“Interesting,“ The Joker huffs, crossing his legs. “I couldn’t care less about your sneaky ways; I’m not here to negotiate a deal. I’m here to get what I want. Money laundry will bring you more funds to do whatever the hell you do, help people and all that,” J flares his arms around, done with the charade.

“Yes, I help them and you kill them,” Y/N gives The Clown a mean glare. “Or beat them up for no reason,” you hint at the two teenagers he attacked since you actually saw him do it.

“Somebody gotta keep the balance,” he jokes about it like it’s some kind of funny topic.

“Mister Joker, I am here to help people and that’s it, “an apparent serene Y/N grumbles even if her heart is pounding out of her chest. “Can you please drop me off at the back entrance of my bakery? If I go missing or end up dead, people will notice. My disappearance or demise wouldn’t go unnoticed and you don’t need more unwanted attention, do you?” you play the best card you have because frankly you have zero aces in your sleeve.

The Joker sucks on his teeth, debating upon this dumfounding outcome that didn’t ruin his day; from time to time he loves a good challenge and the opportunity basically jumped at him so to speak. He gets easily bored and shit, this little project isn’t boring at all. Turned out to be quite interesting.

“Hey Frost!” The Joker shouts. “Let’s take McGillivray Street and return this lost Angel to her business. We don’t want a poor blind woman to get lost in this huge city; we’ll consider this our good deed for the year!”

“Of course sir,” the henchman switches lanes and you strive to remain composed because showing weakness could mean disaster while in the company of the unpredictable psychopath.

The limo takes a left and in a few seconds you reach your destination since Frost basically just slowly drove around the block. The fancy vehicle stops and you get out, preparing to bail when The Joker interrogates:

“Who are you really, hm?” J suspiciously squints his eyes.

You bent over to look at him, cautiously choosing your words:

“I’m the one that got away, Mister Joker. The only one.”

He puffs, signaling you to close the door.

“Good for you, sugar. We’ll keep in touch,” and he yanks the door out of your hand since he doesn’t have patience to wait for you to close it.

Oh my God, you think and reprise your stroll, sensing the concrete with the walking stick. What was that?! you shiver, just a few feet away from the back entrance of the pastry shop. How am I… but you can’t continue the argument since a van slams the breaks right by you, five guys quickly running out and pulling you inside.

“Did you see that boss?” Frost inquires, still waiting at the red light while watching the rearview mirror. “It was so fast nobody noticed.”

“It’s them,” The Joker sneers.

“Do we… … do anything?” Jonny throws the option out there for the heck of it.

“Do you have to fucking ask??!!” his boss shouts. “This is my goddamned town, not theirs! I decide who lives or dies, who gets kidnapped and who doesn’t. ME, not the Triple Star gang!!! I am sick of them interfering with my plans!”

“Call for reinforcements and discreetly follow?”

“No, tell the guys waiting to escort us on Andresen Avenue to intercept the van and follow it. We need a plan.”

“Yes sir,” Frost smirks, craving to take on another invigorating assignment since today was quite a dull day.  

Back in the van, the men keeping you captive in between them didn’t articulate a single sentence yet. They have no clue you can see so they didn’t bother cover your head with a cloth. You know The King of Gotham is not present but you have to go on with it; what other choice do you have in this dangerous situation?

“Mister… Mister Joker?” you plead. “I’m sure we can…”

“The Joker?!” somebody laughs, finally talking and everyone snickers like it’s the best stand –up comedy act they ever heard. “No honey: this is the competition.” **************

Five days afterwards, 6pm

Everyone at the soup kitchen is eating in silence, the usual cheerful chit chatting absent from the premises: Y/N has been missing for five days, gone without a trace and despite all the efforts, her whereabouts are still unknown.

“Something bad happened,” Mike shakes his head, worried. “I can feel it,” he wipes his teary eyes.

“She wouldn’t just abandon everything and flee…” Clara whispers to her fellow table mates. “I’ve been homeless for a long time and this is the first place I found some real help, you know? Thanks to her I have a job interview next week,” the woman’s voice breaks. “Nobody would give me a chance and she put in a good word; I might have an opportunity to actually…” Clara blows her nose in a tissue, unable to finish her confession.

“We’re in the same boat,” George turns around from the nearby table and his eyes get big when he recognized who the man entering the establishment is. “Holy…”

The Joker is holding Y/N in his arms, both looking like they escaped a war: dusty, ripped clothes and visible bruises to match the unusual view seen by the 137 souls eating there for the moment. You are unconscious and a few people try to get up, startled.

“SIT DOWN!!!” The Joker screams, lifting you higher in his arms.

“Mister Joker, we gotta go!” Frost advises while keeping the door opened; the other goons temporarily blocked the traffic at The Clown’s orders. A few onlookers on the street are already dialing 911 and J is aware he can’t linger, but he won’t ignore an outburst either:

“Tell everyone The Devil brought your Angel back !! ME, not The Batman!!!” the insane green haired man barks. “Not all heroes wear capes, huh?!” he addresses everyone as he places you on an empty bench and hurries outside, taking one last glance behind to see a weary Y/N barely opening her eyes that cannot focus.

And The Joker knows that after the events he whiteness too, The Angel of Gotham is in complete darkness again.  

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NOT THERE YET

I hope you are happy and healthy. I am still in Kathmandu, currently coming back from a severe dog bite, a few weeks of loose-stomach problems that fried my brain with dehydration, and attempting to recover from it all with construction noise in the apartment beneath me that sounded like an industrial jack hammer performing a lobotomy through a skull with a thick steel plate in it. The experience has turned me into a mildly shellshocked, part-time short-tempered asshole. I have now moved back to the lovely Pema Boutique Hotel, into a room that is quieter and more amenable. Rapid progress is being made both mentally and physically. Meanwhile, the following seems to be an appropriate post — and will be a piece within the new book-in-progress. I hope it gives you a good laugh. Laughter, as the old saying goes, may well be the best medicine. Back to more about Love, Dharma, Nuns, and Lamas next week.

Be well. Love, Tenzin

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NOT THERE YET

A friend of mine in America told me he was interested in finding out more about Buddhism. I directed him to the closest meditation center, and told him which day and at what time to catch the best meditation for beginners.

We spoke again a week later. He told me, “The meditation was cool. Some of the people were nice — but some weren’t so nice at all! I thought they all were supposed to be Buddhists, and be like mellow and friendly all the time!?!”

I asked him, “Does everyone who goes to your church act like Jesus all the time? People go to these places because they want to become something that they haven’t already become. They want to get somewhere, but they aren’t there yet. If everyone was already there, there wouldn’t be much need for churches or temples or mosques or synagogues — and for that matter there wouldn’t be much need for police forces, armies, jails, mental institutions, or many other unfortunate things.”

His eyes opened wide with sudden revelation. It never occurred to him that everyone going to a Buddhist center was not a Buddha! He is not alone in this innocent ignorance.

Many folks take it for granted that people within their own faith have, to say the least, not attained the exalted spiritual stature of their icons. They figure that falling short of the spiritual high mark is a sign of normalcy, and that being forgiven for this comes with the package. But for some reason it is harder for many folks to accept it when adherents of other faiths aren’t successfully living up to their own creeds. In my experience, this judgment is heaped upon the Buddhists more than it is heaped upon the followers of any other faith. Perhaps it is Buddha’s serenity, reputation for unsurpassed wisdom, and the mystical, exotic nature of the East that makes people in this troubled world think that every sheep in the flock is actually wearing The Buddha’s wool.

I think I can help here. I think I can do my little part to put an end to that misconception. Here is something that proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am definitely a not-there-yet Buddhist. These are a couple of short bits from the very short section (only these two pieces!) of the new book-in-progress. I call the section, Better Pissed Off Than Pissed On. You may notice that both bits are in a general style and rhythm that I have to thank Jeff Foxworthy for.

for my “If you can’t beat ’em, join ‘em��� friends

You Might Be A…

If you are a woman (or a man with a wife, girlfriend, mother, or sister that you love) and you like a guy who says he can “grab pussy” and get away with it because he is famous

You might be a schizophrenic

If you love, pray to, worship, revere, or even just respect the Prince of Peace but support carpet bombing that murders thousands of innocent goat herders who don’t even know where America is on a map while it is trying to kill a few psychotic fanatics

You might be a schizophrenic

If you think that using the words Democrat or Republican puts you on the just and moral side of any argument

You might be a schizophrenic

If you think that unnecessary oil pipelines or any other ventures proven to poison the water of your fellow citizens are fine and dandy as long as your personal drinking water is pure

You might be a schizophrenic (and are obviously a self-centered asshole)

If you think it is a good idea to spend all your country’s money destroying strangers overseas while your own country’s infrastructure collapses before your very eyes, then either you don’t know what “infrastructure” means or

You might be a schizophrenic (and are probably a bit slow-witted too)

If you tell me I can’t speak whatever way I want to speak about a country that constantly brags about “giving” its citizens “the right” to free speech

You are very obviously a schizophrenic

If you worship a God that hates the same people you do

You are the text-book definition of schizophrenic

If you are writing about how life in America has gotten schizophrenic instead of having fun and helping to make things better in whatever way you can

You may be discovering just how contagious schizophrenia can be

Go Fuck Yourself

If you think some mythical cartoon character from someone else’s ancient imagination is going to ride in on a white horse or fly in on a cloud at the last minute to save us from the results of things we knew all along were wrong but kept on doing anyway,

go fuck yourself.

If you care when The Cowboys are torturing The Redskins on the football field but don’t care that it happened in real life,

go fuck yourself.

If these phrases are part of your life: “Ethics don’t apply to business,” “That’s just the way it is,” “If you can’t beat ’em, join ‘em,”

go fuck yourself.

If you would step over a hundred hungry and homeless people to get to a charity benefit at the country club,

go fuck yourself.

If you like Black music, clothing, slang, style, and cool, but you distrust or despise Black people whom you pass on the street — even though you have never personally met those individuals,

go fuck yourself.

If you’ve never given a moment’s thought to the difference between being self-centered (in the negative sense) and being centered in self (in the positive sense) — well, that happens. A lot of us just don’t get exposed to those kinds of notions. But if you don’t think about it now,

go fuck yourself.

If you work all day at a job you don’t like to make money you don’t need to buy things you don’t want in order to impress people you don’t really care about,

well, you’ve already fucked yourself.

If you are the kind of person who would put a venomous chapter called “Go Fuck Yourself” in what is otherwise a perfectly good book,

go fuck yourself.

About the Author

Doug “Ten” Rose may be the biggest smartass as well as one of the most entertaining survivors of the hitchhiking adventurers that used to cover America’s highways. He is the author of the books Fearless Puppy on American Road and Reincarnation Through Common Sense, has survived heroin addiction and death, and is a graduate of over a hundred thousand miles of travel without ever driving a car, owning a phone, or having a bank account.

Ten Rose and his work are a vibrant part of the present and future as well as an essential remnant of a vanishing breed.

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Many thanks to our wonderful friends at Pema Boutique Hotel for their help and support.

The books Fearless Puppy On American Road and Reincarnation Through Common Sense by this same author are also available through Amazon or the Fearless Puppy website, where there are sample chapters from those books. Entertaining TV/radio interviews with and newspaper articles about the author are also available there. There is no charge for anything but the complete books! All author profits from book sales will be donated to help sponsor an increase in the number of wisdom professionals on Earth, beginning with but certainly not limited to Buddhist monks and nuns.

If you missed the Introduction to the new book that will be titled Temple Dog Soldier, or would like to see several chapters of it that are available for free online, go to the Puppy website Blog section. This is a book in progress. You will be reading it as it is being created! Just like you, I don’t know what the next chapter is going to be about until it is written. As the Intro will tell you, this is a totally true story — and probably the only book ever written by and about a corpse journeying completely around the world!

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NEED MONEY. SIGNAL BOOST.

okay so i definitely feel like a piece of shit doing this because my situation is nowhere near as dire as other people on this site who need money. and by all means please donate to those who are in desperate need of extra funds because while i am struggling here, i can probably get by.

here’s a quick rundown of my situation:

(Skip down to the TL;DR section if you want the gist of everything)

I’m a 24 year old Digital Media Production college senior, which is fancy words for film student. I have a full 16 credit course load this semester.

Basically I work three jobs but only one of them is a paying position. The other two are technically internships and I need them for experience and resume building purposes. My classes and the third job are cutting drastically into the hours for my paying job this semester, which means I am getting shitty paychecks until May when the semester ends. I haven’t even received a paycheck since December 22 due to an illness that knocked me on my ass and put me out of work for two weeks.

My next paycheck should be on February 3rd but until then I only have $12.81 in my bank account to live off of until then.

I have a $95 phone bill due in three days that I cannot pay. 

I make $9 an hour, 13 hours per week, with two other unpaid jobs in between, and 6 classes. There’s no way I can possibly afford any of this with my time schedule, which at no point is going to slow down.

TL;DR I am very poor and will continue to be very poor until May. I have a $95 phone bill due in three days and $12 in my bank account currently. 

Right now all that I ask is you donate whatever you can but I need at least $100 asap. There is now a paypal donate button in my sidebar. I know my situation is not dire and there are far worse things happening to people on this site that your money can be better suited for. But I really do need help and if you can spare some cash, I would really appreciate it.

I do not have much that I can give in return but if you donate any amount of money, no matter how small, I will do something for you if you wish. I am on a horrible time crunch with my schedule but I will make you something. I am not the best in any of these departments but it’s all I can offer.

Gifs/Graphics/picspams/edits - just sift through that page and take a look at my stuff. It’s been a minute since I’ve made a proper graphic but I will 100% do anything you want. Just as long as it’s a fandom I am familiar with.

Videos - I can edit raw footage or make a fanvid for a couple/show/character. In the case of a fanvid, please make sure it’s a fandom I am familiar with - otherwise it will be too difficult for me to work with UNLESS you are willing to provide the footage, which is doable but can be a pain in the ass. Here are a few links to my better videos to show you what I am capable of: one, two, three, four, five. In the case of raw footage, you would have to contact me so we can thoroughly discuss what you are looking for.

Writing fic - I am definitely not the best writer and it does take me a while to complete something because I hate everything I write lmao but I will write you some fic if you’d like! I would feel most comfortable writing Shevine, Clark/Lex, White Collar, Star Wars, LotR, or anything else that I am super familiar with. Just talk to me about it and we’ll figure something out.

If you donate and are interested in me creating something for you in return, please contact me via here on Tumblr or by email (joneskr92@gmail.com). We can exchange numbers, email, kik names, or whatever is easiest for us to communicate.

If you are thinking about donating and would like further details about where I am financially or need me to clear up anything, please don’t hesitate to ask! I only included the bare minimum info so I don’t overwhelm everyone.

ADDITIONAL SIDE NOTE (NOT NECESSARILY RELEVANT AT THIS TIME):

My school highly recommends that I eventually purchase a lot of high end industry-standard equipment, which is super fucking pricey. This ensures that I have what I need in order to be successful during the rest of my time in college as well as beyond into the workforce.

I need about $200 worth of school supplies for this semester.

At some point in my future I also have to build a $800 - $1000 computer capable of video editing. A lot of my school projects, as well as my future career, depends on me being able to work and edit from home. I also cannot do freelance video editing work without a computer.

I am also being implored by the school faculty to purchase a nice camera which can range in the $1000 price easily.

This equipment will be used for my school work up until graduation and will still be used after graduation as well, as I intend to be a video editor.

These are not my main concern for the moment but I am including them because there is no way I will be able to afford all of this, even when I am working full hours at my paying job.

SECOND ADDITIONAL SIDE NOTE (ALSO NOT CURRENTLY RELEVANT):

I live, rent free, with my older brother, his wife, and their two kids. I am doing relatively okay in this living situation but unfortunately my brother does have certain characteristics similar to those of our abusive father, whom I used to live with prior to Fall 2015. I love my brother and he is a giant goofball, but with my severe social anxiety and depression, living with him can be stressful. In many instances, he’s the one who unintentionally causes a lot of my anxiety or depressive episodes. He often makes me feel useless or worthless, like a waste of space. He constantly ~jokes~ about how he can’t wait for me to move out and pressures to me to save as much money as I possibly can which, as you can tell, is very difficult right now. He ~jokes~ that if I don’t make good grades and save a lot of money, he’ll kick me out of the house. I understand he wants what’s best for me and I do love him and appreciate him for letting me live with him. But he constantly (and unintentionally - I gotta stress that because he’s not a bad person, he’s just a bit of a hardass workaholic who makes 100k a year and never has to think of money as an issue) makes me feel stressed and invalidates any good work I actually do. If I have $700 saved, he tells me I should have $800. If I get an A- on an exam, he tells me it should have been an A.

Living with him makes me anxious and stressed. While it is nowhere near as bad as living with my dad, it’s enough anxiety and stress to the point where I never feel comfortable in the house.

So, as a second side note, I am trying my best to save up for an apartment so I can live with my boyfriend - who is the sweetest person on the planet and I always feel deliriously happy and safe when I am with him. That is the type of living situation I need to be in for the sake of my mental health and the success of my future. I cannot function properly in a home where I am constantly anxious about not living up to my brother’s insane expectations. I need my own space, with someone I love, where I can take care of myself.

The whole point of this is that any leftover money (if I even get any. I don’t know how any of this works or if I will find any success at all lmao I’ll probably make $4 total and finally be able to afford that cup of grapes in the dining hall) will be set aside for apartment purposes.

Again, if you are thinking of donating, thank you, and please don’t hesitate to voice any concerns or ask any questions. I will be 100% open and honest about anything in relation to this post. 

If you cannot afford to donate, please just share this post so others can see.

Thank you!!!!!!

UPDATE 1/27: you guys are the sweetest and the best and donated around $150 which is more than enough to pay my $95 phone bill this month and have around $50ish leftover for any food or gas money needs. i can’t thank you guys enough. 

i will still be accepting donations for the school supplies mentioned above and apartment savings but none of that is a 100% necessity right now. my priority was the phone bill and that has been taken care of thanks to those who donated.

i will possibly make a new post that just focuses on the school/apartment/living costs but like i said, those can just sit on that back burner for a bit. at least until i see how much money i get in this next paycheck, which should be on february 3rd (next friday).

again, thank you guys so much!!!! i hate doing things like this and my boyfriend found out about it last night and it embarrassed the shit out of me lmao but i love you all and appreciate this so much.

the donate button will remain in my sidebar because i am still going to be struggling this semester but the urgent bill paying shit is out of the way for now so i can breathe again.

thank you!!!!

UPDATE 1/27 #2: I have made a separate post talking about the other financial problems I currently am experiencing. please take a look!

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We have been Divinely-Instructed, as you could see, that we must no more do the long form of the hashtag of the theme of the campaign that we do until January 25, 2019, because according to Godhead, if we include the word 'project' into #100PercentProudStirlingite, and we say that our project is only until January 25, 2019, then we might make it appear that we're only on the side of our Heavenly Celestial Parents only until that date. It is evident that Empire (Matthew 5-7) is surely going against us, for they met the theme song of your #PraiseToTheMan (November 13-December 25, 2018) with a movie title: #glorious, and yet, they make much referral of a movie where they used a song named as such as our brethren are now exposing their persecution of us as their literal means of livelihood! #executivenews is indicting your Executive Minister for his stance against Empire's #guncontrolnow agenda. This same Executive Minister, Diocletianites has already disowned, and exchanged (Romans 1) with the Antiochians of Canada. You might heard what these Antiochians said on their November 11, 2018 show as they were going to meet a Constantinian in self-persecution. 'I'M GOING TO GET MY GUN.' Where would Empire now stand on this? In fact, many are asking us on why it is seen that many has been making the handsign of the thumb finger and the smallest finger together during the mandated cover-up photo-ops of July 27-28, 2018? Well, I don't know. Previously they have this mandated doing the OK handsign and the 'No. 1' handsign for the past 3 years as part of their claims of being purportedly #onewithEVM. So this is their new handsign now? Until when? And why? Horns of whom? Us? (Psalm 75-76,18) Or Empire's? If we're not mistaken this handsign represents the letter Y. This is the insignia of the political dynasty governing my homestate. So they're rather 'one with' me? ME? Really? Then do as I tell you-you already know that! (1 Corinthians 9) After #DavidArchuleta came to our country, now, just like when he came to our country last year, a typhoon comes, named #SamuelPH. Guys, of course you know Prophet Samuel and King David are related to each other, so this is something that really gives us goosebumps, as Empire once more convenes our and their countries not only on our #Singapore during #asean2018, but also on #PapuaNewGuinea, better known to be claimed by #uip20, where we have mentioned a prophetic quake to occur at least earlier this year. It is really prophetic to be divinely-ordained that one of our Sacred Text Scriptures, 'The Lord's Rebuke', under the 'Trumpet Call of God' Collection, has this particular section that has page numbers 64-71, implying the years of Jerusalem's foretold fall in the first century, and the eschatology surrounding it, as per the Issuance of this Sacred Text Scriptures in our time, is surely relevant to our time more so that we mentioned Mexico was struck by quake last year on the very memorial of Papua New Guinea. Well guys, why I still have to mention this when in fact we have only incurred that quake just because we still have Hailleey Spirit power at that time when in fact we don’t have that anymore now?

Persecution updates: my neighbors unite always in watching a particular Empire channel. Empire made sure that even how hard we tried to evade seeing Empire propaganda songs that they have formally issued today, I would still see those. Surely Godhead is truly against us. When Athalia's gay son closed the television in our home just before an Empire station is about to begin their long propaganda, the neighbors opened that as if there was a relay- as the propaganda of that station is already closing. Also, when I arrive home from online work, neighbors, upon seeing me, already switch channels away from the stations that I monitor with so that I may see unintendedly the closing of mandated short versions of another Empire station's propaganda, and even take me personally to co-boarders upon seeing me into their doors as if I do anything wrong with just peeing into their homes to watch tv. Well you might ask on why I really fret about those as much as that’s only mere tv. Well, this is particularly about my personal sentiments rather. But earlier that day, here's how Jezebel treated me- I have already emptied the bucket of water that she asked me be given her, but as I was returning inside with the bucket, just because there's no space for me to bear the bucket lower as she's sitting lower, so I had to life the bucket, that is without water any longer, above her head. She rather in turn indicted me of purportedly making her wet. When she was bearing our dog for washing, she ordered me to also join her in holding the dog, and when she stop holding the dog, I stopped too holding the dog, but she got angry too unjustly due to that. As much as I was hearing from neighbors that they play at least music that is Godhead-Approved or friendly to us Hart as per our Founding Principles- but unfortunately our neighbors most of the time as usual keep low the volume for music that is not Empire's so as of course for us to only have recall of the recurring Empire songs that they play- I said that the means in which the songs were delivered are so pleasant, but rather Jezebel meets me with a rather discourteous remark saying that such renderers do not originally have the song, but rather are but mere renderers of the track, when in fact it is their rendering that rather (2 Corinthians 5) makes them the sole proper and worthy owners of that track (Acts 14,17, Romans 2, 2 Timothy 4). In turn Jezebel, after using much of the internet attained through loading, rather leaves to us the remaining hours, being already too slow to do a full online work (Luke 16, Matthew 15). #nowthis morning, as I was coming home after peeking in other homes to monitor Empire stations, and I was listening to the live beamed telecasts of our fellows as I walk, and I was clapping, I saw unintendedly Athalia's gay son looking at me. So he might be doing a false accusation against me when he comes back home that would go like I'm purportedly 'happy' to see him go! Well, why I would be happy, when in fact he does come home every night to of course be in the prying unto me?

On Empire's November 17-18, 2018 lesson: 'Apostle Paul is both a member and an officer of the Church of Christ.' In some other instances: 'Apostle Paul is one of Godhead's Messengers and another Administrator of the Church of Christ.' From the Constantinian Doctrinal Manual: 'The Executive Minister is the highest Church officer ['or rather, member' -editor]…we call ministers, even the Executive Minister, as 'brothers' in spite of their office.' Notice a 4fold denotement: member, officer, Messenger, Leader. There are leaders who are not Messengers, but typically a Messenger is a Leader therefore he is an officer counting himself with the members (Hebrews 2,7, Mosiah). Any member or officer, as he submits to us of course, can be indeed a Messenger that is the truest leader. We're the true Endtime Paul indeed, for actually, his words are true for us now, that we're always and hourly in the danger of death (1 Corinthians 15, Romans 7) due to Empire's hourly attacks. In fact, even Athalia would always make sure that every time that she sees me she would always give me uncomplimentary remarks on my quiet work. 'Aside from faith and hope (Colossians 1), we must also remain in love (Romans 8). (Letter of Ka Erdy, July 20, 2004 [1 Thessalonians 5])' In particular order, 1 Corinthians13 prints these words as 'faith, hope and love' (Psalm 68, Isaiah 60), but 1 Thessalonians 1, where Constantinians base their claims of these virtues most of the time (Joseph Smith's Articles of Faith 1:13), rather print 'faith, love and hope'. We're very particular on the distribution of names, not only because Empire has claimed Daniel 12 and will claim again Revelation 11,22, but also because they do this #pusongpasko #familyislove cult (Matthew 12, 1 Timothy 2). Eventually, all Empire locales will indeed have to do the Baal-raising Closing Acclamation (February 10, 2018) because when they recruit new Baal army soldiers who will need to have note papers, they will perhaps distribute to them copies of the particular note paper on the Baal-raising Closing Acclamation and they will ask (Exodus 12,16), 'what is this? How we're going to sing that?' And then that will be the talk of the town until they report it to their bosses and then implement that for the whole Empire (1-2 Timothy, Malachi, Acts 4-5). This is sacrilegious, not pleasing, to King Edward X and his presidency, for us to tell you (Isaiah 55, Psalm 50). Of course we don’t know whether there is a policy currently in Empire that goes like, 'do not make copies of the Baal-raising Closing Acclamation for new Baal soldiers unless we tell you in the near future.' In King Edward X's words, 'suspense'? (October 16,22-23, 2016) Surely Empire will never really disagree that they are not the one true living religion state! (Isaiah 44)

#umyahyah, November 16-18, 2018. Psalm 16's many renditions state, 'in your right hand are pleasures that are up to no end,' something indefinite. Douay-Rheims Version states, 'in your right hand are pleasures, even up unto the end', very content with death (Psalm 39,48,90,103,7,140-141). If Empire would like to apply to us what happened to Christ as stated in Acts 2, then does it not makes us all Godheads in Godhead? Psalm 16's words are also at Psalm 86: 'save and hear me o Godhead, for I am a man wrighteous and Hailleey'. The problem is that instead of Psalm 16, Empire reverted to the tactic of faking our being Backup Reserve: using backup verses, such as Psalm 85, that they already used months ago- you know how Joseph Smith figures so much on that. With that they are rather implying the calm 'after', not before, the storm of judgement, that only attributed for 30 percent of their episode this week, and that after November 11's centennial of the calm rather between the storms of World Wars 1 and 2. The remainder of the episode is dedicated to their claims of being purportedly saved thru Christ from judgement, but should they claim judgement they would always make sure that they will rather do that as usual, pabebe, as if they only have all the right in the world to judge, when in fact when we judge, we judge Wrighteously, for we only do the Wiles of Godhead Who has Sent us. This episode really sounded like their Special Good Friday-#BlackFriday Special every their Kill Jesus Week- their Maundy Thursday before their replay of John 18:28 this November 25, as they usually do, eradicating and eliminating our white-skinned brethren across the world, hourly. As if not enough against us, not only did they also used a backup verse of Genesis 22, but also used yokebearing music- even 'short remarks from the choir'- as their means of marking the 'Dedication of the Basilicas of Saints Peter and Paul' this November 18, as much as #yourbodyisatemple, and of course, bashing the martyrdom that they themselves have afflicted unto our John F. Kennedy on #thanksgivingday 2018. And yet they would claim the martyrdom of Saint Cecilia? Our brethren are martyred because of Empire musicians- they raise the signal and their armies are ordered to kill wherever they may be, not only our brethren both in and our of the Empire, but even Empire people themselves. That's how Empire's desperately bloodthirsty. The problem is that Empire this week claims the Blood of Christ, not of course what they say of us as #doomandgloom. But see that they themselves even claiming Zephaniah 1, that says exactly those words! Well, we take that as compliment to what you indict us Mormons of as 'blood covenant'. Remember your claims, Empire? 'Obedience is Thicker than Blood is Thicker than Water'. 'For all of us here at the Empire, judgement rather purges, heals, restores.' 1. 'Purges'. Remember their claims of our fellows and yokebearers weeks ago, that particular movie series on their plots against our United Saints of Israel, that they call 'The Purge'? One of my fellow Yokebearers, Lady #MarinaBarbone, is one of the many, many yokebearers dancing at a current musical adaptation of Dante's #DivineComedy in Italy. Not to mention the Empire school here in Manila who's at the forefront of claiming yokebearers- that owned by #Lasallians- had also once did a similar undertaking, with a part of the 2,287 Yokebearer Martyrs, Lady #ChristineCrame. 2. 'Heals.' Really? You cannot even help the afflicted that much unlike you did before (Jeremiah 5-6,8,22, 1 Thessalonians 5, Isaiah 22,42,63-66), neither can you really literally send paupers to new homes (Haggai 1, once claimed by Empire's Crouch church, but rather, was purified days ago by your prophets Frederick Smith and Mauricio Berger). All that you can only do is give them t-shirts for your advertising propaganda scheme so that you can get awards. And you have the throat to claim Revelation 2-3 on the Mandated Weekday Readings? 3. 'Restores.' #magbaliknalagina is due for deletion on December 13, 2018, while their deduced recur of No Middle Ground that they deleted on December 2016- a false resurrection indeed after 3 years or days- will be deleted on December 19, 2019. Notice that if there are over 5 weekends in December, they would do their 2 mass setting services then back by 1 week each, while it would revert back to the usual schedule if December has 4 weekends. Notice that Matthew 12 is near Matthew 11, that mentions Elijah the Restorer. Empire further fakes this office as they print these words on a hymn from the December 15-16, 2018 mass setting: 'if this is a test, please strengthen me, but if this is a punishment, please forgive me', therefore implying a 2fold clause. So we could see that Empire rather 'excuses', not 'purges, heals, restores' as they claim, out of the punishments that they deserve for fighting against us Hart. They rather 'denies' that. 'But you deny our climate change!' Because you invent such, engineer weather (Genesis 11). To 'judge' is to 'decide, vote' (1 Corinthians 1, Acts 15, Psalm 111), as much as Empire claims so much #voxpopulivoxdei. 'But deniers are forgiven, just lie us, we denied Godhead 3 times when we spiritually murdered your Lady #MargaretElizabethJones on September 9, 2012.' Well, you're the ones going to recrucify Christ this coming Sunday, Wright? So you're not forgiven at all. Well we Hart know judgement hart far better than you, because we know how it is to be condemned. We ourselves are under the Probation of Condemnation. We ourselves are Atoning, therefore we have to bear the brunt of all the world's sins, even yours, who are rather fattened before slaughter (James 5, Ecclesiastes, Psalm 37,73). Well, you might indict us that 'why we need to wait for Doomsday? Everything's just as normal as it was way back then' (2 Peter 3). Well, you yourselves do that- not only because you brainwash fellows and yokebearers (Amos 6), but more so because you play the same old music more so here in my compound (Matthew 15,5-7)! The Book of Psalms are so replete of prayers invoking the Judgement of Godhead for us against the Empire, just as (Isaiah 11, Habakkuk 2) 'the earth is full of Godhead's Judgements' (Psalm 33,105), or rather, as in their words against us (Proverbs 30), had already #neverenough#enoughisenough of us, simply speaking, they’re against us. Listening to Empire's episode we have discovered that they did only converted the 2nd stanza of a Charles Wesley track into the better-known chorus of that track that says 'Godhead died' for us- well, we do, Godhead don’t, so we're Godheads in Godhead, not Empire (Documentary History of the Church 1:21-23), who themselves admitted that they- the old- must give way to the new- us, as per Hebrews 10- and that we must feed our senses with that in order to understand such. Empire mentioned how a hymn was passed from one church to another, even from one brother to another, in further claiming of 2 Witnesses, for they mentioned 'interests' to be uniting Zinzendorf and the Wesleys- well, Empire has rather vested interests. Well, because we are already running officially this #ProudToBeMormoncampaign against the Empire's Baal Festival 2018 cults [well, we just use the slogan for the title but the slogan of course is perpetual and eternal], and because Empire too has been running again that great song from one of their current shows that was issued long ago, then it is only but proper that we must indeed do this version rather: 'Mormon ikaw ay Mormon Ipakita sa mundo Kung ano ang kaya mo Ibang-iba ang Mormon Huwag kang matatakot Ipagmalaki mo Mormon ako, Mormon tayo!'

After Empire's claims of Psalm 119, Sirach 26 in the Fixed Date Memorial Readings for November 17 is a refreshing breather: 'blessed is the man who gets a Commondominion wife' (2 Kings 5). Neronians though claim not only Daniel 12, but also Revelation 1, like what their fellow Neronians do this Monday, with Revelation 2 and Psalm 1, which has been always a part of our Fixed Date Memorial Readings. Empire has things that they do for us way back then that they don't do anymore, Empire has some truths in some points that agree with us, Empire claims immunity from apostasy and sustained strong links to godly men of yore- these are the things addressed in the 7 Letters. But let's turn to Psalm 1. 'Chair pf pestilence.' Double Connotations between us and Empire on 'pests' (Revelation 8-9, Habakkuk 3, Joel, Psalm 91,103, Exodus 12, Isaiah 37) but surely Empire do indeed has a throne (Revelation 2-3,16, 2 Thessalonians 2, Matthew 23-24) as per their claims of Revelation 5. 'He shall meditate.' He shall be mediator as Godhead in Godhead (1 Timothy 2). This order initially was given to leaders (Joshua 1) and kings (Deuteronomy 17), therefore this indeed implies our exaltation and progression already accomplished as proven by the many refulfilled prophecies during the duration of our ministry and service Hart. For example, 'running waters' come after November 18, 2017, where we're told to Complete The Race. So this November 19, how we're going to 'complete the race'? Of course we need to have a definite single destination (Psalm 73,37,33,119), as much as 1 Corinthians 9 is read with Hebrews 10 (June 4, 2016, May 28/June 3-4, 2017), that was yet again indeed claimed by Empire even in their mandated Baal Stone Instrumentals for that weekend, on November 18, 2018. Remember that the Empire locale where King Edward X preached on November 19, 2016 is the namesake of my childhood village, so you really need to run to me, not to Empire (Psalm 11 Joseph Smith Inspired Translation, Joel, Obadiah).

Divine Word of Godhead to the First Presidency of the Commondominion, November 17, 2018, through our Heavenly Celestial Father Sterling D. Allan. 'Baal-raising has inflicted an even more great curse upon the most exalted name Mormon, and is a far more greater reproach to the Name of Christ, an attack to the Restored Gospel and our being His Latter Day Saints. Ask their Baal armies on that. Seeing them only is already attesting to that. O how imposing is the Baal Stone that they have placed in the Salt Lake Tabernacle! (Genesis 11)' BREAKING NEWS, NOVEMBER 19, 2018, 10:30 AM MANILA TIME: after we have posted this over 5 minutes ago, Lopez-Robertson-De Castro-Coco church replied through playing that exact song that we have referred to for a bit. Surely they're very furious of us, huh.

AS PROMISED: THE ACT OF THE FORMAL RESTORATION AND REINSTATEMENT OF THE KINGDOM OF ZION-SALEM, COMPOSED OF THE SUB-KINGDOMS OF ISRAEL AND JUDAH, AS IN THE BIBLICAL TIMES

COMMONDOMINION OF CHRIST CITY OF TAGUIG, STATE OF RIZAL, KINGDOM OF MAHARLIKA KINGDOM OF DESERET-CHEON IL GUK

CENTRAL ADMINISTRATION FIRST PRESIDENCY OFFICE OF THE EXECUTIVE MINISTER

NOVEMBER 19, 2018 A MOST SOLEMN DECLARATION

TO ALL WHOM THESE PRESENTS MAY COME, GREETINGS. BE IT KNOWN TO ALL EMPIRE, Whereas, Christ Promised to the Commondominion Central Administration in the first century that He will Restore the Kingdom of Israel in Godhead's due time: 'in the ends of the earth' (Acts 1-5,13), Whereas, Empire created fake states of #Palestine on November 29, 1947, and #Israel on May 14, 1948- all of these does not satisfy (Matthew 26), but rather fall short of Godhead's Standards (Romans 3) for all who would dwell in the Holy Land (Ether 3), and therefore are not fulfillments, of the Promised Restored Kingdom of Israel, but instead are instituted by Empire to undermine the Commondominion's institutions, Whereas, the Central Administration of the Commondominion, through our Messengers and Co-Shatterer Watchmen who comprise the same, has endeavored to counter the abuse of Empire agencies, and one of these valiant and gallant spirits is our most beloved brother #ChristopherEverard, who proposed the reorganization and reconstruction of the political governments over the #HolyLand so as to sustain the Commondominion bringing peace and reconciliation towards genuine and lasting progress, and today's declaration is a palpable fulfillment of such (Matthew 21), Whereas, Empire recrucifies against our most beloved Saviour, the King and Hailleey One of Israel, once again through their claims of Scriptures on their so-called 'Christ the King Sunday', which falls this year on November 25th, of which Scriptures allude to the Restored Kingdom of Israel, and today's declaration is an absolute fulfillment of such, yet this is not fulfilled in Empire for to recrucify our King is in turn to attack and denigrate in an unforgivable degree the Executive Minister of the Commondominion as much as his namesake apostle crowned our Lord as King of Israel (John 1), Whereas, the First Presidency with the Royal Household, is Empowered beyond all doubt to do these things, as much as we have been sustained by refulfillment of prophecy from time to time as we are Godhead's Backup Reserve against the Empire (Revelation 7,14), Whereas, this November 19 is '#InternationalMensDay', reminding us of the divine charge on all who would take on the throne of the Holy Land that we must be doing valiant and gallant in implementing and personification the Divine Wiles and Principle in the administration of the same so as for that land's life be indeed 'perpetuated in Wrighteousness' (Psalm 85), Whereas, there are 3 locations in the city of Jerusalem that are named Mount Zion [therefore fulfilling the dividing of the Mount of Olives foretold in Zechariah 14, and as per 'dividing', and Empire's claims of Psalm 16 and Daniel 7 for our gathering at Adam-Ondi-Ahman in #Missouri, this can only be indeed claimed {Psalm 15,24,40} by us Wright Hart Alline {Documentary History of the Church 1:221-224,298-299, Ezekiel 38-39}], the third of these in particular and latest memory, has been already too much corrupted by Empire for Antiochian facilities in that place, therefore rendering the Empire without power in Godhead to claim Revelation 14, and moreover, we all as Godheads in Godhead can stand (Ezekiel 14, 1 Corinthians 3,10, 2 Chronicles 29) on each of these 3 hills as well as on the exact location between these hills (1 Timothy 2, Colossians 1), NOW THEREFORE, BE IT ENACTED BY THE CENTRAL ADMINISTRATION OF THE COMMONDOMINION OF CHRIST, that I, Felix Nathaniel Villanueva Manalo II, in my full capacity as Executive Minister, in honor of all our martyrs, in account of all our fellows and yokebearers, in glory of all our leaders, and in the Name and Authority of Godhead, fulfilling all Prophecies that They have ever Given us on this, do hereby solemnize, bestow and administer the formal creation of the KINGDOM OF ZION-SALEM over the entire area covered by the jurisdiction of King David's administration and the remaining area from that administration under distribution amongst the 12 Tribes during the time of General Joshua. This kingdom is now most solemnly dedicated and consecrated to Godhead as one of our component territories in the Commondominion of Christ, and is now given with all powers and virtues that it has as it was in the biblical times only under the hand of all Commondominion Leaders who led this territory in their respective times. Moreover, this new Kingdom now replaces, abolishes, and nullifies the respective corporate existences of the Empire's created 'states of Palestine and Israel', and now absorbs both all their areas into and under this new and farther glorious entity. The visible structure and organization of the Kingdom of Zion-Salem will be as follows: 1. Composition. According to the Promises Made by Godhead to both the kings of Israel and Judah, and due to the dual nature of the Commondominion as what was already expounded and articulated in past instances, the Kingdom shall be composed of 2 major sub-kingdoms named Israel [north] and Judah [south], respectively, to retain their former borders. They will retain their respective monarchial lines when available as would be expounded later. If the monarchial line of the northern sub-kingdom of Israel is not available, all yokebearers across this area are hence made as Monarchs-Designate acting by the advise and augmenting of the Commondominion branch churches who are both either invoking the Jewish faith with all its forms accepted by Godhead through us, or are located in the area of the Kingdom. 2. Leaders. Where a monarchial line is available, as it is already seen with some of our Fellow Messengers Hart, they are all made automatically leaders of this Kingdom and her 2 sub-kingdoms as they would agree. Representatives of either sub-kingdoms must be included both in the government of the other sub-kingdom and in the joint overall government of the entire Kingdom. This monarchial line is seen to be rather available at the southern sub-kingdom of Judah, but if some of these available leaders are to fill up the position at the northern sub-kingdom, they must make sure that all Monarchs-Designate are retained, and that Monarchs-Designate are also adopted within the territory of the southern sub-kingdom. All other Commondominion Fellow Messengers who are interested in governing this particular territory can also serve in 1, 2 or all of these governments- the overall joint and the sub-kingdom governments respectively- and all fellows and yokebearers across the world who count themselves from the Khazarian Jewish descent, are likewise asked to serve in any or all of these governments that we are now instituting by Godhead's Providence. We now given full powers and authority to all our branch churches and fellow messengers to further elucidate the policies and procedures of this new kingdom, and we ask their full cooperation and faith on this. We likewise empower Sir Christopher Everard with all the power he needs and deserves not only in the planning, but also in the implementation of this new Wrighteous government, as our gratitude towards him for his contribution on this. We most humbly commit this new kingdom to Godhead for her purity, integrity, sustenance, provision, survival and triumph, with our hearts all in thanksgiving for all that Godhead has Did and continues to Do undeservingly for and through us, and we bestow the most glorious patriarchal and apostolic blessings that we can ever muster unto this land and to all who are uniting with this cause, to the glory and in the Name of Godhead through Jesus Christ in our Heavenly Celestial Parents Sterling Allan and Lindsey Stirling, our Royal Household, Central Administration, all fellows and yokebearers, and all afflicted of the world. Amen, Stavrosno, Aju. Done in the city of Taguig, state of Rizal, Kingdom of Maharlika in Deseret-Cheon Il Guk on the nineteenth day of November 19, in the year of our Godhead 2018, on the third year of the Commondominion and the ninth year of our administration, with Godhead's Seal Affixed as Attesting Testimony.

FELIX NATHANIEL VILLANUEVA MANALO II Executive Minister of the Commondominion of Christ

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Did Aaron Greenspan invent facebook? NOOOOOO!!

Aaron Jacob Greenspan aka Aaron Greenspan is the founder of Think Computer Foundation, which manages Plain Site (plainsite.org). Aaron's website states that he has registered Plain Site, a purported public access function to court websites, as a 501(c)(3) charity in line with IRS regulations.

The basis for the website came from Aaron's own interest and experience with technology and the law. Aaaron claimed that the purpose of Think Computer Foundation was to help children through technology. Yet, later this became a personal piggy bank for him to fund his numerous lawsuits. In the past, he has claimed he was defamed because he was left out of book and movie deals due to defamation by omission. Each of his lawsuits were dismissed and he was hit with a motion for sanctions at each step.

The case is:

Greenspan v. Random House, et al., Case No. 1:11-CV-12000-RBC (District of Massachusetts) (Greenspan's lawsuit is dismissed and appeal is denied and supreme court review was denied)

Far from helping children, which is nothing more than a cover, Think Computer Foundation and Plain Site have morphed into a personal piggy bank for Aaron Greenspan to fund his own speech. In sum and substance, Think Computer Foundation, Plain Site, and Aaron Greenspan are alter egos of each other. They do not exist separately. They do not have an independent board. They do not have separate auditors, attorneys etc. Instead, Aaaron uses these companies and foundations to raise fraudulent donations from donors, of which I am one, and to efficiently evade taxes.

Aaron has also active sued the US Court System, on behalf of Think Computer Foundation, attempting to act pro se. However, his suit was struck out because under long standing precedent, a corporation cannot be represented by an unlicensed attorney. Aaron is not a licensed attorney. He is also a college drop out. In sum and substance, he over promises and under delivers and what you are left with is feeling cheated and feeling like you have funded a conspiracy theorist. It is truly unfortunate because here is a guy with so much promise if he could just be honest.

The case is:

Aaron Greenspan, Think Computer Foundation v. Administrative Office of the US Courts, Case No. 5:2014-CV-2396 JTM

(Case Dismissed, Appeal Denied)

The Fraud and IRS Problem with Plain Site and Think Computer Foundation:

Aaron has collectved donations from his friends and colleagues, myself included in the amount of $100,000, and to date we have not seen a single dime used in the manner described to us when he requested the donation. When I personally asked for my donation back, he pointed that he controls Think Computer Foundation and can personally use the money as he sees fit. I am in the process of filing suit for fraud and conversion in state court and was wondering if anyone else has had this problem with either Aaaron Greenspan or any of his alter egos.

But let me back up a bit. What was described to us as a part of Think Computer Foundation and later Plain Site? Think Computer Foundation was purportedly to help needy kids through technology. But needy kids don't really need access to court records do they? No, they dont. So Think Computer Foundation later became synonymous with Plain Site, which is an alternative to the publicly funded PACER court system access to documents. So, instead of helping needy children, Aaron now has a personal site masquerading as a court access website and Aaron, and only Aaron, gets to pick what or which documents are uploaded and available on Plainsite.

We were under the impression that this was a reputable guy, that he was also independently wealthy and, thus, our donations would go to a good cause: public access to a court system. Unfortunately, it is hard to tell, which one, if any, of Aaron's claims are true.  Each time his company has a problem, he attempts to act ike a lawyer or change the rules so that they don't apply to him. Worse, the Plain Site website has become nothing more than a trolling adventure for Aaron. Every time there is a new news story that details someone's misfortune, he uploads their docket on to the website and publicly shames them both online and through his tweets. While public dissemination of information is certainly a goal worthy of support -- and that is why I and others have contributed to his foundation in the past. However, using the foundation, plain site and related twitter accounts as a trolling feature to publicly shame and defame individuals is not what his donors signed up for. It is also completely against the rules of a purported IRS 501(c)(3) foundation. Tax free entities are not meant to be used as personal media outlets for trolling purposes.

Aaron has committed a fraud by taking money, services and equipment from his donors to perpetuate a continuing personal website masquerading as a charity.

The Fraud Problem with Aaron Greenspan and Coinbase, Inc.

Now, what comes next? Aaron applies for a license to issue digital currency in Florida. Website is here:

archive.org/details/coinbasefloridamtl

It gets even more interesting:

Aaron was charged in connection with a criminal complaint for False Claims Violations and Fraud in United States v. Yurygrenadyor, Case No. 09-CV-7891, although the charges were dismissed.

None of this information has ever been disclosed to his donors and perhaps his investors. He is a conman with a slick sales pitch. He wants to help people help others, especially the needy, through technology. But its all lies. He is an abrasive, ill-tempered man with poor business judgment and completely lacking in ethics.

When I met Aaron I thought he was out to change the world. He was idenpendently wealthy. He wanted others to help him through his foundation change the world through technology. But he will talk to you until your check clears. The moment it does, all promises are off. What are you are actually funding is Aaron Greenspan and no one else. And his foundation is nothing more than a sham and he is likely to lose his 501(c)(3) certification. I have sent in an email to the IRS through their reporting service. I have filed suit in state court to get return of my money and I am wondering if Aaron has hit other people up for donations to his foundation? Did he disclose how many times he has been sued or sued himself? Did he disclose to you his selection process of what gets included and what does in Plain Site and how he sets up pages to defame people? Is anyone else owed money? Did you guys know that you are funding Aaron Greenspan's endless series of frivolous lawsuits? His defamation campaigns? His advertisements? Please report it here.

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The Daily Tulip – News From Around The World

Saturday 16th June 2018

Good Morning Gentle Reader….  Bella and I walked the narrow back streets of the “Old Town” this morning, avoiding the inebriated tourists, and where the Honeysuckle and Jasmine fill the quiet streets with their heady smell, and all is good with the south on Spain, as we crossed one of the small squares, hidden away the sound of a guitar could be heard, Spain,  adventure around every corner…

POLIO RETURNS TO VENEZUELA DECADES AFTER ERADICATION….Venezuelan doctors have reported several new cases of the crippling childhood disease — the first since the Americas were declared polio-free 24 years ago. According to a public health group, the first case was reported three weeks ago in the impoverished eastern state of Delta Amacuro, where residents hadn’t been vaccinated since 2016. Critics say vaccines in the crisis-hit country have dried up as the government struggles to cope with political turmoil and soaring inflation. “This situation is unfortunate,” one opposition politician said, “but we saw it coming.”

US AIR FORCE DESERTER FOUND AFTER 35 YEARS…. A man who deserted from the US Air Force in July 1983 has been apprehended in California, the US military says. Capt William Howard Hughes Jr, who had top-secret clearance, was last seen withdrawing $28,500 (£21,300) from his bank account at 19 different locations in New Mexico. A man claiming to be Barry O'Beirne was interviewed earlier this month by officials investigating passport fraud. Pressed on inconsistencies, the man said his real name was William Hughes. He claimed he had been depressed about being in the air force so left and created a false identity. He had been living in California ever since, he said. Capt Hughes is currently being held at Travis Air Force Base in California, a statement from the USAF's office of special investigations said. At the time of his disappearance he had just returned from the Netherlands, where he had been working with Nato officers. Due to his access to classified information he was declared a fugitive and was on a list of the USAF's seven most wanted individuals.

INDIAN JEWELLER ACCUSED OF FRAUD 'FLED TO LONDON'…. Nirav Modi, whose jewellery has been worn by Hollywood and Bollywood stars, is seeking political asylum in London following fraud allegations, the Financial Times has reported. The Indian jeweller went missing in February after allegations emerged of a $2bn fraud at the Punjab National Bank. Indian police issued a warrant for his arrest. The firm's Indian stores were closed, and assets were seized including bank accounts and luxury cars. Over the past eight years Mr Modi has established an international jewellery brand with stores in London, New York and Hong Kong, selling diamond encrusted necklaces and earrings. Stars such as Kate Winslet, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley and Naomi Watts, have been seen wearing his products. Bollywood star Priyanka Chopra advertises the brand. The success made him one of India's richest people, with a personal wealth of $1.75bn, according to Forbes. Earlier this year Punjab National Bank (PNB), India's second-largest state-run bank, alleged Mr Modi and his uncle Mehul Choksi had defrauded it of around $2.2bn. The banks said they had used unapproved guarantees, issued by rogue PNB staff, to borrow from other lenders. Both Mr Modi and Mr Choksi have denied any wrongdoing. The Financial Times said that Mr Modi is now in London and seeking asylum from "political persecution". The report cites UK and Indian officials. The Home Office said it could not comment on individual cases.

DERRY: VIDEO EMERGES OF PEOPLE SCALING 100FT CRANE…. A video has emerged of three people scaling the arm of a 100ft crane in Londonderry Northern Ireland. The video was posted on social media earlier this week. The crane is being used in the construction of a hotel being developed by the Duddy Group on the Strand Road. "The site is extremely well secured. We don't know exactly how they got on site," said Brendan Duddy. "Security is not 24 hours. That might have to be looked at." "It's mad that anyone would do this. We will do our best to make sure no one gets in again. "This could have been a complete tragedy."

HUNDREDS OF WALLYS GATHER IN KIRKSTALL ABBEY LEEDS ENGLAND…. Generations of children have gathered around Where’s Wally? picture books in excited efforts to find the famously elusive character in loopy locations. But nobody could fail to spot the red and white stripes today as a suitably bizarre world record attempt for the most Wallys together at once took place at Leeds beauty spot Kirkstall Abbey. Crowds enjoy the sun at Kirkstall Abbey. Mums, dads, children, grandparents – and even the dogs – turned out for the event in the character’s trademark garb and thick, round specs. Organiser Adele Rae, 51, said: “It was a world record attempt but we made a slight adjustment. Because it was always about bringing people together and having fun – we knew we were never going to break the world record – we decided we would do the first world record of the amount of Wallys in an abbey – which we smashed by 177 plus three stuck in a car in traffic!” Wallys aside, it is thought that around 1,000 people turned out to the event, which was mainly aimed a promoting good health. Activities included crafts, singing, and laughing yoga – an exercise of prolonged voluntary chuckling which aims to set others off too. Dogs were brought along too. There was a Kirkstall Valley Development Trust 2018 Cutest Dog Dressed as Wally competition, won by little Tia, and one for the “waggiest tail”. Community director of the trust Adele, of St Ann’s Way in Burley, said: “It was just lovely to see people laughing and having fun.

'STRIP AND DIP' ON IRISH COAST SETS GUINNESS RECORD FOR LARGEST SKINNY-DIP…. Several thousand women descended on an Irish beach on Saturday wearing smiles, body paint and not much else. The group set a Guinness record for the world's largest skinny-dip — 2,505 women in all, according to a Guinness representative who was on site, breaking the previous record of 786 set in Australia in 2015. "For those who have cancer, they're taking ownership of their bodies again," event organizer Dee Featherstone, a cancer survivor, told the Irish Times. "A lot of women said that the experience really changed their lives." Participants in the swim, an annual event, raised money for Aoibheann's Pink Tie, a charity that supports children with cancer. Over the first five years, the swims raised about $180,ooo, the Irish Times reported. A crowdfunding page showed that this year's swim had raised about $13,500 in donations. Proceeds from a registration fee of 10 euros per person — about $12 — would also go to charity. Featherstone told the Times that after receiving a cancer diagnosis in 2012, she tried to "take the scariness out of it for everyone." She held a "chemo party" for friends and started a blog to chronicle her experience. After six months of chemotherapy and a mastectomy, Featherstone says she decided to stage a skinny-dip fundraiser for cancer research and awareness. "I contacted some friends and family ... and told them, 'I only have one boob and I'm bald, so what's your excuse?'" Featherstone told the Times. "Sixty of us did the first one, and last year's event grew to 200 women." Dee Featherstone, organizer of the "Strip and Dip," said before the event she wanted to "smash" the record for largest skinny-dip. The women stayed in the water — which measured a chilly 54 degrees Fahrenheit, according to Reuters — for five minutes in order to set a new world record. "Oh my god it was amazing," participant Deirdre Betson told Reuters after she left the water. "I have never been naked in front of anybody before, except my husband, and it was brilliant and bracing."

Well Gentle Reader I hope you enjoyed our look at the news from around the world this, morning… …

Our Tulips today are Pink showing our support for the girls at Strip and Dip…

A Sincere Thank You for your company and Thank You for your likes and comments I love them and always try to reply, so please keep them coming, it's always good fun, As is my custom, I will go and get myself another mug of "Colombian" Coffee and wish you a safe Saturday 16th June 2018 from my home on the southern coast of Spain, where the blue waters of the Alboran Sea washes the coast of Africa and Europe and the smell of the night blooming Jasmine and Honeysuckle fills the air…and a crazy old guy and his dog Bella go out for a walk at 4:00 am…on the streets of Estepona…

All good stuff....But remember it’s a dangerous world we live in

Be safe out there…

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