#i have money to move out and I NEED to move out for my mental health as corny as that sounds but my sister can’t find a job

[pricegouge]

In Your Web

part two - masterlist

nikolai x f!reader

cw: stalking, mention of alcohol, male masturbation MDNI

By all accounts, you need a return address to ship to Latvia.

Rather, you need a return address to ensure your package doesn't get opened by customs, where agents will laugh at best, or steal your panties at worst. Maybe even steal your DNA? To what end, anyway? No! Worse than that - what if they used their connections to trace the package back even without your address and -?

One is predictably unsympathetic. 

» Then send it with one.

It doesn't surprise you that he thinks you're that dumb. 

You toy with the idea of leaving a random address in the return spot and cringe when you imagine a surly Russian man accosting some random family four states over. It's a mental image you carry with you over the next week, playing it on repeat every time you get cut off in traffic, or you find a coworker has pissed on the toilet seat without cleaning it up. Once, you even catch yourself thinking of it when a particularly annoying regular dominates your feed during a regularly scheduled live performance.

But One is not your knight in shining fiber optic cable. Neither do you actually wish to inflict him on anyone.

So you send it without a return address, watch the shipping updates closely, and feel your stomach slowly boil when it sits for five business days at an importing station. Evidently, One watches it as well.

» You did not do as I asked.

He's uninterested in your offer to refund his money - half now, half later. All you can manage.

» If I wanted my money back I would simply cancel my subscription and request a chargeback from the service.

» I want what I purchased.

Talk of chargebacks makes you flighty. There are only two things you know about One, those being that he is very wealthy, and very rude. The bane of all customer service operators. You don't think it's likely the service would honor a reimbursement for a tip issued over a week ago, but it's not something you want to risk seeing as, unlike your plan to split his reimbursement, OnlyFans would reach into your bank account with the cold unfeeling hand of a multi-million dollar company and steal it back all at once, a prospect you simply can't afford at this time, as embarrassed as you are to admit. Long ago you'd made a promise to yourself that any and all large tips received from this side gig would go immediately toward paying off debts - student loans, ill advised credit cards you'd taken out while still living off said loans. It was a decision that had done you nothing but good up until this very moment, when his money was already spent and you were staring down the barrel of having to pay him back using your own funds.

Or, barring that, he could cancel his subscription and not only get a chargeback for the remainder of his pay period (probably the year, knowing him - you'd have to check) but you'd also stand to lose your best customer. One you're not entirely sure how you managed to land in the first place and one whose income you'd likely never manage to replace. Already, One's singlehandedly paid off an entire card for you, and until now he's showed no signs of stopping.

« i'll fix it

It's a bold promise to make when you have no recourse, but one you don't see your way out of making.

» No, I will.

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For as much as the line had made you nervous at the time, One does not make any overt moves to follow up on it that you can see. Lapses into an uncharacteristic sort of radio silence for a time. He even skips the next few liveshows, something that strikes you as very unlike him. One does not seem the type of man to let a service he's already paid for go unused. The first night it's kind of nice, seeing as he has an annoying little habit of just paying the target price within the first ten minutes because he 'doesn't have time for this' (funny, how he always has enough time to request a private cam after) but then it's three shows later and you've barely raised anything because, apparently, all your other customers are used to sitting back and reaping the benefits of One's impatience. Something you'll have to address. He stays out of your DMs, too. Offers no tips in exchange for personal requests.

You'd be lying if you said it doesn't light a fire under your ass, gets you chatting with other creators searching for ideas on how you can fix the situation. People much smarter than you say to cut your losses and just refund him. Be done with it. But mostly it just leaves you with a large level of concern. You know these people aren't dumb, but you can't imagine the level of trust they've placed in some of their own favorite customers. Maybe it's because they're lucky enough to have attracted nice people, or at least people with enough social aptitude to know how to pretend to be nice. Something to be said for One, he's never once let you forget he's not the sort of man you should trust with your personal information.

Finally, inspiration strikes in the form of another stupid suggestion, one creator admitting they've put their work address in the return slot. They do not comment on whether or not they used their legal name, but given their stage name contains the word anal, you have to assume.

No desire to let One know where you work, or even the town you're from, you begin to think about other nameless faceless organizations you can use as a fall back instead, finally settling on a random Walmart two states over. You use your stage name and post it, sending One the new tracking number along with a free vid of you getting the replacement pair all messy in hopes that he returns immediately to his normal spending.

Of course, he doesn't so much as thank you. When another two pass with no contact, you begin to grow concerned. You triple check your account to make sure he hasn't unsubbed, but he's still right there at the top - even with no tips given in over a week.

He's disappeared for a few days in the past, but this is different. You think. Or maybe it's not. You wouldn't know seeing as you don't know him. Seeing as he's never given an excuse for his absences. Not that you'd ever asked… It's normal to be worried for someone you talk with nearly every day, right? You don't know him, sure, but you'd be a bit worried if your favorite barista from the shop you frequent just up and left one day. And your income doesn't even depend on her.

Perhaps that's why you break character when he finally resurfaces, the joy on your face when you see his handle pop into chat the next night genuine. Your giddiness is infectious, even. At least one other regular bothering to welcome him back when you stop your stream dead just to say hi. Foam falls around you, slips over your bare skin down to the tarp laid over the floor where already a good foot of it has accumulated like a blanket of snow. It was an idea you'd been quite proud of, always a fan of a simple dance party. The foam machine was a small expense given the high engagement you've received so far, your subscribers happy enough to watch you shake your ass while covered in soap bubbles and glow sticks. The machine had already paid for itself, but now that One was back, you couldn't help the building hope that you'd even meet your goal for the night, which could make for a pleasant weekend full of meeting friends for drinks.

"Glad to see you're alive. Was getting a little worried about you," you grin, settling back into your roll easily. You pinch your tits between your arms as you mime snapping on a pair of gloves. "Got thinking maybe it was time for a visit from your favorite nurse."

But One is not feeling very playful tonight, if he ever is.

» Check your phone.

You huff and kick some foam at the camera obnoxiously, pleased when it falls short and hits the TV it's mounted on top of instead. You don't need to kill the mood even further by stopping to clean your lens. You eye it now, pretend you're staring up at him defiantly when you refuse, tell him you're in the middle of something with one hand snaking down your belly. On the TV below, large enough you can read even from the middle of the floor, you watch the feed as they would see it: yourself on the left while the chat bubbles in excitement on the right, egging you on. You nod at them, a silent promise, check to make sure your position looks good and that you've got a smattering of foam on you, at least enough to keep some mystery for them to unravel as the show continues -

» Now.

Irritation doesn't sell well, but sometimes you can package it as chastisement. "Play nice," you caution, voice whistling through clenched teeth. It's not One's thing specifically, but there are other regulars who you know will eat it up. "Gotta learn to share."

But One goes above and beyond simply not liking being nagged at.

He waits until your fingers are just barely tracing your thatch of curls, movement from your laptop screen catching your eye. You drop pretenses entirely when a new window opens, your private chat with One maximized so you cannot possibly miss it. Carving a path through the accumulated foam, you slink out of the field of view of the mounted camera, show long forgotten as you approach your laptop, mounting fear confirmed as you watch your mouse move across the screen of it's own accord to hit play on the video he'd evidently sent you while you were otherwise occupied.

You know what it will be based on the thumbnail, but it shocks you anyway. The panties he holds look like nothing more than candy floss in his thick fist, wrapped around a fat cock so tightly the lace is stretched. Distorted. It's weird, the things you notice when adrenaline bends time. The camera work isn't great, doesn't let you see his the root of his cock or even his belly. Its focus shifts a few times, undecided if it wants to settle on the display before it or the dark hardwood below. He wears a watch, a simple leather band nestled in a pelt of dark hair. His knuckles are dusted too, hiding the glint of a thick gold band on his pinky. Uncut, thick. He grunts the next time his foreskin pulls back enough to reveal his glistening head and your breath stutters with his when the lace catches, synthetic fibers relaxing back into a recognizable pattern as he eases them off, untangles it from his grasp to flatten against the table, flimsy gusset laughably small framed between the thumb and forefinger of his free hand.

His native tongue spills from him like his seed, molten and thick. Language, even if you can't understand it, is enough to tug at you and you yelp, your brief moment of shock fracturing enough to compel you into movement.

Nik likes the way the suds paint her, the rainbow foam a nice contrast with her skin. It slides down the valleys of her body naturally, highlighting recesses he'd previously been unaware of. Pesky self consciousness, always framing herself so carefully to hide away the bits she think he won't like. They won't like, he supposes.

He's never minded sharing. Nature of the beast, paying for it. But he doesn't see why he should have to suffer the same experience as these others, not when he gives so much more.

It was one of the first issues that had lead him to this little perversion, the impersonal uniformity. The self-editing. He pays to see her body, not the careful curation of videos and stills which she deems tasteful enough. So he settles in behind the wrong camera most nights, his field of view lower. Off center. Only watches the proper stream - the one he actually pays for - when she looks dead at the camera to talk to him, ring light glowing eerily in her irises.

Close enough, for now.

He's logged into a burner account while he works himself up, watching as she bounces around her room to an obnoxious beat. Her audio mixing is off tonight, the club music she plays just a hair too loud. He likes to watch from alternate accounts sometimes, likes to see how well she fights her dismay when these other viewers struggle to collectively pay her bills. She's more likely to grant him special requests the longer he waits to show up, he's learned. Off the menu orders, she calls them. Cute, but not what he's looking for tonight.

Her thong hangs from the corner of his screen. He hates to have already ruined it, but consoles himself with the knowledge she'd been sweet enough to send him another pair. They won't smell as good, he's sure. Another censure she'll have placed on herself. None of the sweat from having been worn all day. But she tried. Wanted to please him. Desperate thing.

It's laughable, thinking Latvian customs would be able to stop him from acquiring what's his, but it's not like she would know that. It's why he prefers small, no-name performers like her. So unsuspecting. Passably genuine, smile growing on her face when he switches to his regular account, the one she has memorized. It makes his cock twitch, excitement growing when she showers him in attention, singles him out in the middle of her show. Forgets to keep dancing, even. As she should. He wonders if he paid for her new toy, the noisy machine currently leaving soap scum on her walls. Wonders if she'll let him pay for it again or if she'll have him summarily blocked within minutes. It won't matter, of course, but he's excited to see how she'll unfold. Another off-menu order. One more bridge too far.

What she gets, taking so much of his money yet never offering more. He just wants to see sides of her no one else has.

It's hard to control himself when she starts to get catty, shows her teeth. He'd imagined stretching this moment out a bit more, thoroughly ruining the mood for all other viewers. But when she looks right at her camera and tells him to behave, his breath goes ragged, and he has to let go of his cock to show the little bitch better - taking over her laptop to bring up the video he'd sent, a low grumble building in his chest like a warning when she slinks closer, as if proximity will give her a better understanding.

Three monitors, one for every angle of his omniscience. On the right, the chat in her official feed grows annoyed as she walks out of frame, a few of them even accusing him of foul play. Hero-types. He's going to enjoy watching them try to comfort her if she doesn't delete her account entirely after tonight - after he mouses over the video displayed on his middle screen, the mirror of her own laptop. On his left, she looms closer, expression open and honest in a way he's not seen it yet. Painted in the blue light of her monitor, it contrasts garishly with the heavy makeup she'd applied for the show, all warm-toned to match her pink neons; catches on the tiny pockets of popped soap bubbles which fleck over her cheek. It's not a good look, one she'd likely touch up before even taking a selfie for her Instagram account, a post-show teaser meant to make potential viewers feel like they'd missed out. And now that he's seen it, he knows how much he's been missing out, fist working over his cock with renewed vigor as he imagines all the ways he wants to see her now, all the ways he can, even if -

He fights the cursor when she tries to take control, but she's clever enough to know some keyboard commands. His right monitor blinks back to her profile when she cuts the feed, the middle one slowly returning to her home screen as she closes out of each window. She pulls away quickly after, palms clamped over her jaw as she breathes through the panic, soft belly caving with each pant. Foam still spews from the machine, dye having run out. It catches in her hair, paints her skin milky. He has half a mind to open a word doc on her computer, tell her she should skip the dye next time, the white more suggestive.

Doesn't get a chance. Cums when she scrambles back to the desk, his left monitor dropping the feed when she smartens up and rips the battery out of her laptop.

Left languid and lazy, he tracks her movements across her socials from his bed, thumbing through his phone. Detached, he watches her accounts blink out one after the other. A small city going dark under the approach of his hele. She deletes some outright, settles for blocking him on others. Even issues an apology to her viewers from a site she doesn't know he even has an account on. It's vague, boring. Doesn't mention him. He gets an email around midnight, her time, telling him to expect a refund for the remaining term of his payment, but is pleased to find her account still in place when he checks from a burner. The save of her live show is taken down shortly after, but he's not worried. Had it saved locally.

Can't rely on strangers from the Internet to behave, after all

[bloodcoveredgf]

hey yall, i hate to do this again but we decided we needed to make an updated crowdfunding post explaining our situation since some things have changed and our living situation is really only getting more and more intolerable + we have been struggling to save on our own, our mental and physical are suffering beyond comprehension and we are taking on a lot of extra responsibilities and stress on top of our own right now. its gotten to a point where we feel like we just cant win and cant deal with it all anymore. again my partner and i are both disabled but he is working full time and trying to save up for us to fix his car which needs repairs and those will cost at LEAST 1.5k possibly more. right now we are prioritizing getting the money together for that so that we can have a car which is obviously desperately needed first and foremost especially due to the limited forms of transportation from others and it being winter right now + we wont be able to move until we get this car fixed. unfortunately, things keep piling up and dont seem to stop and saving is nearly impossible with our own bills + our own necessities + the bills and extra things we are having to pay for that arent even our responsibility at the request of his mother. it is essential that we can at least get his car fixed and working again because we are taking on a lot outside of that too and its dire that we move out as soon as possible, but first we will need the money for the car so if theres any chance you can donate or share we would greatly appreciate it and it would help us out a lot! right now we have $365 saved up thanks to previous donations (thank you again everyone for donating and sharing!) but we have struggled to add anything to the pile ourselves right now, so we would be so grateful for any help ♡

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[doledition]

whitney and affection

so. not a whitney fucker. a semi whitney enjoyer. yet there's something so...fascinating about whitney, so demented and truly strange about their behaviors, that makes me want to psychoanalyze them.

dolville, as we all know, is Rape Capital. Rape-Opolis. The super capital of getting abducted and violated. violation is the name of the game in dolville, whether it's mental physical or emotional. even characters who are considered fairly 'tame' or vanilla, also have their moments of violation- whether it be sydney during the rite of defilement (though it's arguable as to what extent sydney was fully lucid during it) to losing affection with robin if you refuse to sleep w them.

affection is tainted in dolville. it is a display of control, given by force. whitney is perhaps our most egregious example besides well. eden.(and i can do a lot on eden). whitney, from the onset, is violent. our first interaction w them is getting their knee shoved into our crotch. that is how we are introduced to them- as a menace, a violator. they're the most 'antagonistic' out of all the main li's right off the bat. i remember reading somewhere that vrel views whitney as a 'main antagonist' in dol, along with kylar and eden, though i could be off base with this.

anyways, even as we continue throughout the game, whitney is still the same level of cruel to us as in early game, except with more tender moments to balance it out. still, these methods of expressing affection remain a constant throughhout the game, even with high love. (granted, the dom and lust level also affects how whitney treats us but we'll get to that) whitney oftentimes takes on the role of a pimp for the player. there are many, many instances of whitney randomly grabbing the player up, as though in a scene of goodwill, and then marching them over to some rando in the park to pimp. and rest assured, you still won't be making any money, even at high love.

regardless of any amount of affection, really, whitney's behaviour continues to be cruel and violating, with no regards for pc's comfort. yet, there are tender, almost kind moments interspersed throughout our interactions with whitney. whether it's borne out of actual love for the pc or a need to display 'dominance' over them is well, debatable.

this does not negate, however, whitney's deep affection over the pc. whitney treats us how they were taught to treat others, not with respect but through a display of dominance, a need to prove how 'tough' and in control they are. whitney does not truly see pc as a person, but a toy-one they like, of course, but still a toy. pc's autonomy is nothing in their eyes, but a pesky thing to constantly contest with.

some people may say this is because whitney is just attempting to gain status, and inclusion, into their group of friends. however, while that may partly factor into why whitney treats pc as a prop, i'd argue that this isn't entirely the reasoning. i'd say whitney, at the end of the day, views pc more as a thing- a fun little thing, desperate and barking to play with-instead of a person.

this is magnified by pc's every move-if pc gives into them, this image is further solidified. if pc fights back, it beguiles them, entrances them to know more. we are treated very differently than whitney's other victims, entirely there's to torment. circling back to my earlier point of affection, whitney's treatment of the pc, their way of showing affection, is dependent on pc being a site of stress relief, a toy to play with, one without any capability of feeling any real animosity towards whitneys actions.

tl;dr: affection is violence, a display of strength, and cruelty to whtney. to get someone to love you, as the town has shown, you cannot respect them as a person. you must display your strength, and your great ability for violence and control. affection without violence and cruelty is not affection at all, now is it? (i wrote this pseudo-analysis on a whim very tired and without cross referencing the game so if there's something i'm missing or misinterpreted please let me know. also i probably just rehashed a bunch of Very Obvious Things so uh. twirls my hair.)

[ahoysteviex]

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To make matters worse, my maternal grandparents are evil people (I can make a separate post explaining this situation further if need be) and had it out for my parents for months. They are emotionally and mentally abusive and manipulative people. Last month, they started a loud, heated argument, as is typical for them. It was relatively short, but eventually my father leaned over and slammed the bedroom door. Honestly, "slammed" even feels like a stretch. But my grandparents called the police and lied to them by saying my dad slammed my grandfather's hand in the door. The police arrested my dad over this despite there being little to no physical evidence and my mother, sister, and I all testifying that it was not true. This happened the weekend before Christmas. My great uncle was able to call in a friend and get my dad released from jail, but he's going to have to sign bonds papers tomorrow and we do not have the $350 they're asking for, so my father may be detained again. He is just getting his foot in the door at Wal-Mart and is waiting on them to call him to finish his onboarding process and this is throwing a wrench into all that.

We're trying desperately to get on our feet. We want to move in to a place of our own. But it's just one misfortune after another. We need money to pay for my mom's medical expenses, our storage unit, our phone service/Internet, gas, and now legal expenses to keep my dad with us. And that doesn't even touch on the car trouble.

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[sunflower1experiment]

SO...ONE MORE RANT CUZ I DON'T PAY ATTENTION sob

I just recently found out Jimmy didn't hurt Anya after the layoff, but way before. Which makes so much sense, and it hurts more and I'm sad I forgot, sooo I truly do not feel bad for Jimmy when I say I despise him even with how complex he is.

How did I forget/scramble it? Because as someone who saw Anya at her best in Curly's perspective you tend to miss stuff like Jimmy disrespecting Anya and her holding her stomach after worrying about her savings. I assumed it was a nervous move she does, and after the layoff he decided he really had nothing to lose. So, he just went off with the disrespect because he does to Daisuke as well with "Mommy and Daddy" phrase. But I went back and watched, yea she was really trying to stay strong for the sake of keeping the peace.

But seeing as how, easy it was for Jimmy to lash out at Curly over some bad news, because of Curly playing friend instead of Captain with Jimmy. She hides the gun, tells Curly twice about what Jimmy did and Curly's verbal support was nice but what Anya needed was more support. Emotions were high, Anya sees the best in people in their monstruous, worse moments: So she confronts Jimmy, alone...He could've hit her anything but storms out to grab the gun. Upon realizing she hid it or maybe Curly hid it, he decides to crash it to simply kill her, he doesn't think about the others. Except the fact that this whole thing could be a tragedy, Curly should have taken the hint there but was the silent, complicit bystander.

Now this is where the what ifs come in, Curly tells Anya. You should've been with me to confront him. I feel like in theory that if they both had confronted Jimmy, it would have been slightly better/different but wouldn't change their fate per say. Which is tragic when you think about it, there are so many what ifs.

Beyond the what ifs there is the "whom is at fault" In my pov, Jimmy and Pony Express are forever at fault. Pony Express acts like a typical money hungry company, Jimmy while he was mentally unstable had many chances to get his act together, but he had a self-victimization mindset. The only time he ever considers to even care for everyone else is when he can pin the blame onto Curly or someone else. The party, he exclaims that Curly wants to get away from them and tries to act like he cares. But proceeds to disrespect Anya and Daisuke.

He already has a perception of Anya and Daisuke, Anya this unaccomplished nurse who can't get into medical because she's....well let's just be real. Daisuke's fine because mommy and daddy have him covered.

He literally degrades Anya then infantilizes Daisuke and jabs at him for having help. He's simply projecting.

I know I rant about him and Pony Express a lot, but I like to discuss it. Because it gives me the chance to point out that this whole game is calling out a lot of things. "Complicite bystander", "Abusive work places", "Abusive people", "Holding someone accountable", and Taking responsibility.

Not just Jimmy, but Swansea, Pony Express, and Curly. Curly blames himself for not taking responsibility for Anya's safety because she is his priority, Swansea also blames himself for Daisuke. While he fails both him and Anya, he does try to atone. But he was still complicit during Anya's continued abuse. Jimmy never takes responsibility, just like how Pony Express will never take responsibility for practically sending them all on a practical suicide mission.

Pony Express sends them off with the remaining Cargo, fires them, they discover it's mouthwash which signifies how much everyone is worth on this ship. This includes Jimmy, their worth is now compared to a sugary bottle of alcohol....

Jimmy waters the people he abuses worths down, and when it happens to him. He's going through it mentally, but so are the others. Does he care? Not really, in a way he's the abusive aspect of Pony Express, they don't take the psych evals seriously, he doesn't either. They only show them to pretend they care, he asks Curly how he's feeling to pretend he cares then turns around and uses it against him.

Now don't get me wrong, Jimmy is smart, but not that smart. He's smart in terms of emotional manipulation but in terms of the consequences of his actions coming back to bite him. Not one bit, he knew how to spike a drink, knew how to crash the ship, knew how to manipulate Curly and make it about himself. But didn't expect everything to not work out, he expected everything and everyone to just accept and praise him.

Anya is not going to praise you for giving the pills three times, Swansea isn't going to praise you for claiming the role of Captain, and Daisuke while Jimmy believes is naive, he's not going to praise you for emotionally manipulating him and trying to twist the story about Anya and Swansea.

We all know Daisuke had a gut feeling about Jimmy but he was so focused on wanting to impress Swansea it sadly got him hurt.

Now lets rewind back to the responsibility part, Anya.

Anya was also complicit like Curly, I know it breaks my heart to even think about that but it's true. Curly is her patient, and she knows Jimmy is abusive she sees it firsthand twice and so does Curly. They parallel one another because of it, being pregnant, miscarrying most likely and seeing your abuser roam free, it does a lot.

We also gotta remember that Jimmy never sees Anya at all, the only time he ever does is when he has to give Curly pills. Which is three times, he uses that as a chance to perceive her as this clingy, crying nurse who can't do her job....even though she's been caring for Curly for 3 months straight. Then after her death he doesn't even know what to do to care for Daisuke and Curly, which is ironic because he and Swansea both talk crap about her work ethics but don't even know what to do without her.

It shows how they don't know what they're talking about and how that something/someone they believed was insignificant could make a huge difference in the situation.

All those times she didn't give Curly his meds, it was because of nausea, "The baby", second time is she was telling Swansea about Jimmy, she's grieving, and Swansea told her his plan. Third time it's because she's uncomfortable because Curly cannot consent to it, and Jimmy goes off, do these justify the abuse of her patient and her complicity, no not at all. But it just shows how much of a struggle she's going through and let's not forget that her baby bump was probably getting bigger, but Jimmy ignores it because he believes it's not his fault but instead hers.

It's so tragic how everyone lost their lives, simply because the company didn't care to tend to their safety and because Jimmy wouldn't take responsibility.

Sorry if this is confusing, jumbled and makes everything sad. There is a lot to analyze.

One thing we can all agree on is, Capitalism, work abuse, and Company greed was a huge part of the problem. It sounds small and a small detail in the game but also a huge problem. Pony Express is lazy and cheap- Anya, Pony Express bankrupt and laying everyone off illegally.

Pony Express not having safety locks for the sleeping rooms except the medical room and cockpit- Anya

Pony Express not doing background checks - Jimmy

Pony Express having psych evals but not pressing the importance of it because they do not care about their workers. And said workers not taking it seriously thus leading to the nurse being harassed.

[seraphicleanings]

URGENT $3,000 MUTUAL AID NEED DUE TO ERROR IN DISABILITY BENEFITS CASE:

I applied for disability benefits (this is my second time doing so. my first try was when i was 18-19 years old, i have several mental illnesses that are the worst they’ve been in years due to emotional strain and stress, chronic pain disorder and potentially EDS (i’m waiting to see my new neurologist next week to mention that)) in october and was interviewed for my case within a few days. i gave the agent every detail imaginable from financial setbacks, my full disability related medical history and names of every doctor i’ve seen over the years, and my lack of financial income and options. the agent submitted my application incorrectly according to the agent i spoke to yesterday, after MONTHS of being unable to get any answers, and receiving no letters or phone calls or emails. the dates in the attached screenshots show inaccuracies in application VS decision VS current processing. i haven’t received any official denial but was told so on the phone yesterday.

i finally accepted that reapplying was my only option at this point which is something i’ve felt a lot of shame about and hopelessness about, but i’ve started having balance issues and falls which lead me to finally reapply in october. i’m also really struggling mentally and grieving my mother who passed in 2023 and my oldest brother who passed in august. i tried to figure this out on my own but i couldn’t and can’t. i’m $3,000 behind on rent currently and urgently need to raise that amount and i mean AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. I CANT STRESS HOW MUCH OF AN EMERGENCY THIS IS ESPECIALLY AS LIVE IN A STATE AWAY FROM ANY FAMILY!!

i will have to move back to my home state because i am in need of a scope of emotional support and honestly, supervision to an extent, that i just can’t get here. so i’m also ultimately in need of money to move from new york back to georgia (ideally i’d be able to hire state-to-state movers to transport my belongings and i could maybe physically handle a flight but it is more likely i’d need the movers to allow me to travel with them). i don’t think my dad will feel at peace if i stay here, and i know he’s very afraid of my mental health declining even further because i had come very far in comparison to past years.

MY IMMEDIATE URGENT GOAL IS $3,000. I have also been trying to find emergency grants and financial vouchers but am having difficulty finding anything i’m eligible for that actually offers direct, emergency monetary aid. SO YES PLEASE PLEASE HELP & FEEL FREE TO REPOST MY INFOGRAPHIC ON OTHER APPS, I’D ACTUALLY REALLY LIKE FOR PEOPLE TO DO THAT BECAUSE I CAN ONLY COVER SO MUCH GROUND WITH MY SOCIAL MEDIA

🚨GOFUNDME IS HERE (not the best option because it takes fees out of each withdrawal, and transfers take 3 days, up to 7 or so business days for amounts like $70+)

🚨CASH APP IS HERE

🚨VENMO IS HERE

[swordduels]

“What do you think?” She whispered gently while caressing Regalia’s hand. There was a warmth between them that felt far more intimate than anything they had experienced before this. It felt so genuine to see the growing wonder in Regalia’s eyes when being told about Luna’s condition. A sense of vulnerability followed with curiosity layered her wish to connect with another being. This was a very rare moment for Circe to witness and it felt like a great sign of progress. Regalia showed genuine interest in another being and didn’t force her will with violence, only a careful offering of small treats. It reminded her of a wide eyed child who experienced something beautiful for the first time. A child free of ill cynicism about the world and its toxicity. Perhaps she would grow to care for the protection of these beings and if that was the case there was hope for something beautiful to evolve. A need to change the world into something better. Circe wanted to believe it but she also knew it lay within Regalia’s nature to take things for herself. Someone who represented the ugliest aspect of humanity might not be able to fully change into something else. Circe tried not to pry but feelings and thoughts seemed to seep through, perhaps unknowingly. Though she could also feel their hearts slowly connecting minute by minute even though they didn’t make love. This connection was different. As if they started to understand each other better. Circe could sense Luna’s mind searching for answers regarding this sanctuary and she answered with full honesty. The life that once was had been harmful and didn’t prepare for a being like Luna to live where she ought to be. In here there was no need to do tricks or perform for an audience. There would be no more cages unless they had to temporarily move Luna for medical reasons. No one would take away her children for good. Circe would make sure they would be treated properly. It seemed to calm Luna as she sat down and even cleaned herself in front of them. 

“It’s a cooperation with larger organisations for the protection of wild life. I’ve been placing my own money into building these places…I get government support and donations from various sources to keep them alive. It’s harder to earn money in something that is supposed to keep animals safe without being treated like attractions.” Circe admitted while sighing deeply. This was not just a scam to get rid of filthy men or something to earn money. It was a passion project.

“You figured it out on your own.” She turned to Regalia who spoke about Luna and her kittens. There was a sense of pride in her as she answered. “They are very healthy with a strong mother and my personal will make sure it stays that way.” Circe leaned in and stole a kiss, this time on the mouth. A patient smile appeared as the small hint of jealousy peaked through. Instead of mocking it or openly speaking about it she stole another kiss. “I can sense the tiny little hearts, can you feel how many?” She gently had her goodie bag shift to rest around the wrist as she touched Regalia’s cheek. “You can borrow some energy from me.” While saying it she opened up her mental doors. If Regalia wished to use it she would sense emotions, thoughts and memories from Luna as long as it was done carefully. 

They were about to move on when the thief appeared out of the shadows. He seemed to disregard anything Circe or Regalia told him when approaching them with his gleaming knife. Circe thought he would be brought out of balance with her picking his mind apart but that was sadly not the case. Her eyes began to storm with turquoise waves as the thief took Regalia hostage. What an absolute asshole. Scum of the earth to threaten two women like this. Regalia’s fear was living inside Circe as if it was her own. There was genuine fear of them both being harmed. In the past Regalia would have been unstoppable but right now she was still not strong enough to hold it on her own in a fight. She had to protect her from this worthless flea bag. The black locks began to move about as if Circe was standing in streaming water. “Don’t you dare lay a hand on my wife…” She spoke with a stern voice while focusing on his wrists. Your hands works no moreThe bones are brittleNot as strong as beforeBreak into pieces 

Bones of fickle wristsFilthy is the human species

The poetry wasn’t as solid as she wished it to be but there was no time to polish it into perfection with deadly threats like this.  @fallesto

Regalia’s eyes grew wide with wonder. “How can you tell?” She whispered, not daring to disturb the peaceful scene. As she leaned forward and would look, focus and hold her hand out and concentrate even more than before.

As she would judge it herself and show that her power of greed and sins was not always meant to be used for evil. “It’s the way she’s carrying herself. The gentle curve of her belly, the way she moves slightly more cautiously. Plus, I can sense it a little now, a faint echo of new life within her.” She offered a knowing smile. She can sense the flow of time.

Her gaze fixed on the lynx, who had finished the chicken and was now grooming herself with meticulous care. The animal’s movements were indeed graceful, almost hypnotic in the moonlit night. “How do you earn money from here?” She asked, was this a charity or was this something else an operation to earn wealth from she was not sure.

Her head turned and she studied the lynx thoughtfully, her eyes tracing the outline of her belly. “ I’d guess she’s in her second trimester. The kittens should be born in the spring, if all goes well.” Which would be a good thing then, as she looked at the witch.

Regalia watched Circe’s interaction with the lynx, feeling a strange mix of awe and jealousy. The creature seemed to trust her implicitly, allowing her to come so close without a hint of fear. She wondered if she would ever be able to experience that level of connection with such a wild creature. Such as the witch, without being rejected and stabbed in the back as she sighed out for the moment.

As they stepped away from the fence, the lynx’s eyes followed them, and for a moment, Regalia thought she saw a spark of understanding in those piercing orbs. It was as if the animal knew that Circe was more than what she seems, in a way they both were.

Then it was ruined. The thief's voice was gruff, his eyes cold and piercing through the slits in the ski mask. Regalia's hand tightened around the bag that held their precious treats for the animals, her heart hammering in her chest as the knife was held up, reflecting the soft lantern light. Then she felt a sudden jolt of fear and anger, her instincts screaming to protect herself and her companion from this unexpected threat. The man took a step closer, the knife now just a foot away from Regalia's face. As he would shake his head at her words.

"Look, I don't know what you think you're doing," Regalia began, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hand, "but we don't have anything of value to give you. Just let us go and we won't call the authorities."

The thief sneered, grabbing Regalia by the arm and pulling her in front of him. She winced but remained silent, her eyes wide with fear. He pressed the knife against her throat, a clear warning to Circe. "I've been watching you two, whispering sweet nothings and feeding animals like you own the place. You're either rich or you're hiding something. Either way, I'm not leaving until I get what I want." As he pressed the knife into Regalia throat and held her there, as she remained still, how amusing! Being robbed already, what a world this is, humans are truly scum,

[chryblossomjjk]

just found out that jungkook interacts with people who aren’t me

[autistic-ben-tennyson]

Please don’t message me for donations for a while. I will keep sharing and reblogging when I can but am not in a good place to keep donating $10-20 to multiple gofundmes every day, I’m sorry.

[hxhhasmysoul]

wouldn't it be nice if the author of the fics finished them. the author is me.

[dick-chugger]

God, I NEED to move out but I CAN'T

[giftedpoison]

sometimes I forget I grew up poor

and then some guy who was able to go through out of state college and work a job tells me, for him, traveling outside the country to somewhere like Ireland is not a pipe dream.

like jesus christ (he said he was in dublin for vacation, I said love that for you living that pipedream life, and he told me it would only be a pipedream if i was also there. Which I think he meant as a flirtation but came off kind of dickish.)

[jacklesraised]

see the reality is i post on my rps usually when nobodys been there a bit and nobody is probably online, but the mental illness in me keeps saying its bc everyone secretly hates me and i dont deserve love, and when i tell a gov doctor that, they basically just say ‘take your antidepressant’s and shut up’ which is also funny when said gov doctor wont refill my fucking antidepressants in the first place

[senseiwu]

September is either gonna be the break i need or it'll break me

[alukaforyou]

what is this lmfao??? funny how. ever since i got a JOB. and started making a shit ton of $... and moved out... and got a cat.... all my existential dread / depression / fear of living etc disappeared lol. im like in my best mental state ever??? :0 dam.

[ylajali]

sometimes im dying under the burden that comes from denying my full self and then i eat a cookie and it’s like okay