#ill be sending you my therapy bills

[thekingofspin]

[kikas999]

WHY DO YOU HATE US???

Well, i'm not okay. Y'all can't be either.

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[ckret2]

What if Bill and Evil Ford are thrown into the Theraprism together?

I don't think they would be. I think the Theraprism is supposed to represent a forensic psychiatric hospital.

At least in the US (idk about other countries) if a defendant is found not criminally responsible for their actions due to mental illness, then instead of going to jail for a sentence of a fixed duration, they go to a forensic psych hospital and have to remain there with other patients who committed crimes until the doctors decide that they're of sound mind and safe to be let out into society again, and if the doctors never think they're of sound mind then they spend the rest of their life there—which sounds exactly like Theraprism's "indefinite karmic rehabilitation."

And I believe with all my heart that the Axolotl's deal was basically the divine equivalent of saving Bill from the death penalty by using the insanity plea to send him to a psych ward instead of to oblivion. Now, one of the typical criteria for the insanity defense is usually "not capable of distinguishing right and wrong," and I think Bill is capable of distinguishing them, he just thinks it's stupid and prefers his own definition of right and wrong more than every else's—but whatever, Bill is some flavor of mentally ill, if the Ax got the plea to work then he got the plea to work, good for him, 10/10 lawyer, I'm not gonna argue it.

However—I don't think you could pull an insanity plea with Evil Ford. He's just Ford, except he really wants to take over the world. I don't think any divine karmic judge is gonna buy "well you'd HAVE to be crazy to follow Bill Cipher" it doesn't work like that. He'd get chucked in Normal Prison instead of Therapy-prison.

However, IF for some reason he did get chucked in Theraprism??

Staff's separating them immediately. They're absolute hellions together.

[dovesndecay]

It's June! It's Pride! It's (my) Birthday!

The Introduction Spiel:

Hi, I'm Reyah! (any pronouns! no really, go for it!) On June 21st, I'm turning 32, an exciting and mysterious age to be!! (So I've heard)

Warning: This is a post asking for financial help, and if there's one thing I would ask is that if you read the whole thing: please reblog.

I'm a multiply-disabled queer person of color, a writer, artist, and photographer. I live with three of my best-good-pal-friends, (@renthony, @kryptidkhaos, and @natalieironside) and our collective army of pets.

We all know it's damned hard to be all these things at the same time under the capitalistic hellscape we're living under, and we/I am always in need of a lot of help with the existing.

I ended the month of May with some smaller bills left still to pay, but am thankful to say that June already had fewer bills than usual due, and the amount I need to start the summer off right is actually less than I was afraid it would be! Woohoo!

What I Make

I mentioned my artistic endeavors, let me show you them!!

Writing

I write less often than I'd like, but I share poetry and shorts, when I have them, on my Patreon!

You must be over 18 to pledge, as I have, can, and will again share Adult Content occasionally. Patrons pledging at least $1/month get access to all content. But most posts becomes free to access eventually. :)

When I do longer form content, I primarily write fantasy with a focus on queer brown characters with disabilities, mental illnesses, and disordered attachments. Because therapy is expensive, and writing is free.

Photography

I do wildlife and landscape photography, primarily, but you can also check out my portrait and event work on my website! You can purchase PRINTS HERE.

And because it's my birthday, I'm offering a 32% discount code for all my prints! The code is good from June 1st to July 1st!

A Note, if you purchase a print: first off: thank you. (please feel free to send a photo of wherever you display it!!!) secondly: this will not go towards the received totals on my financial need because Pixels doesn't pay out until nearly 2 months after the purchase. Funds made from sales will go towards future needs.

CODE: PDHHTR

Artwork

I've been exploring art, both analog and digital, a lot more lately, and have shared both process photos and final drafts on Patreon! Here are just a few examples:

I admittedly don't post on patreon as much as I wish I had the energy to, but I try to make at least one thing a month, provided I have the spoons and time.

Creativity is, like, a level 5 spell slot when you're disabled and impoverished, and I appear to have exactly One (1) of those available at any given time.

The Needs:

The Bills: $1,100

Yeah, we had to get here eventually. Since this post is already pretty long, I'm putting the rest under a cut.

More than half of this, as always, is just for the car payment and insurance that keeps the regular day-job-haver getting to said job, and all our medical appointments, errands, etc.

I still owe around $13,000 total on Johnny Car, but I think we all know that's just not a real number.

The rest of the funds would go toward paying the small subscriptions, for my various medications, and the regular attempts to whittle away slowly at the $4,300 worth of other debt.

($2,200 of back taxes, and $2,100 of credit card debt, and gods, do I mean slowly. Interest piles up so much faster than I can seem to whittle.)

If you're able and willing to help with paying the bills, direct donations can be made here:

PayPal | (link)

Venmo | (dovesndecay)

Cashapp | ($dovesndecay)

If you can, and only if you can.

The It Would Be Cools:

Since every dime that comes in goes primarily towards food and bills, there's little left afterward to be put towards other life necessities like clothes, toiletries, let alone things I just think would be nice/neat/nifty to have.

I have a High Priority wishlist. It's mostly art supplies, bulk toiletries, etc.

I'm woefully low on clothes, being short, fat, and trans, so very little of what I own actually feels good to wear so much as it simply covers my body. I have a wishlist of clothes that would be nice to have.

For everything that firmly lands under the "I just want it" category, I have an Enrichment list. It's mostly stuffies, but also games, room decor, hobby supplies, books, and stim toys.

Our household keeps a big wishlist for things we need, want, groceries, accessibility products, and everything in-between.

Okay, now what?

Well, now, I'm gonna ask that if you got to this point, and if you can't/don't want to do any of the things listed above, then please reblog this post.

The more people that reblog it, the more likely I'm able to pay my bills for one more month this year.

But if you don't, it's not like anyone's gonna know. I'm not omniscient, I swear.

Anyway, I don't expect anyone to do anything if you can't or even if you just don't wanna, but if you can and you're willing to, it means the world.

I didn't think this is where I'd be at 32. But I never really expected to get here at all in the end, and it's a lot nicer than I thought it would be. Mostly because I am surrounded by amazing people who have the capacity to be so much kinder than I will ever have the words to describe.

Thank you, and to all, a happy pride!

🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤

[anonpolls]

Anon’s note is below. It’s long, but important to them.

Anon: I ask because I have recently been getting anon hate for saying when I’m 18 I’m going into the military, at least long enough to have them for my college so I can get a degree, so I can get a high paying job. Or I’ll stay in the military, as they can pay very well if you work there long term.

I need a high paying job because I’m chronically ill, slightly physically disabled, my body is prone to producing cysts, and I have mental health issues that I’d like to get therapy to help with. Which would all add up to a lot of medical bills and possibly a good few surgeries, as well as the need to move out from a kinda toxic household, so I’ll have regular bills to pay, too.

I’m not sure if the people sending me anon hate are valid for their reasons or not. I also come from a family with a long history of work in the military, and it’s expected of me to work in it, at least for a little while.

I’ve been really stressing out about the idea that I’m a horrible person for doing this because that’s been an intrusive thought for me for the longest time. And the anons have been saying me working there is equivalent to killing lots of people in other countries, even if I don’t do it with my own hands.

-submit your poll!-

[undertale-fic-librarby]

(Hello! I really don't know how to send an ask on this blog, so I'm just trying! )

I wanted to know if there are fanfics of gaster x reader, or gaster aus x reader^^

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Into the Fire by Zenobia1 (Mature, Incomplete)

After securing a work placement at the CORE, you begin to fall ill to some mysterious disease. Unfortunately for you, your boss is W.D Gaster, and he has taken interest.

Physical Therapy by Beewritesstuff (Explicit, Incomplete)

"Traumatized people chronically feel unsafe inside their bodies: the past is alive in the form of gnawing interior discomfort. -The Body Keeps The Score, Bessel van der Kolk Dr. W.D. Gaster is not a happy man...but he had been, once. Perhaps he could be again. ...and he can't stop thinking about you. Can't make himself stop thinking about you. A love story.

Life In The Doll House by AthenaNuu (Explicit, Incomplete)

You're making an okay living, running a popular blog and video channel titled "Life In The Doll House", which is dedicated to reviewing toys, dolls and games. It's a satisfying and enjoyable job, however, it doesn't quite pay the bills. After a chance encounter with the famed Royal Scientist, Dr. W. D. Gaster, you hastily send in an application for his job advertisement: a live-in nanny for his two young children, Sans and Papyrus. As it turns out, the mysterious Dr. Gaster isn't quite as you'd expected, and he appears to be more of a handful than his children! However, you had never backed down from a challenge before, so why would you start now? ~ A canon-divergent Undertale story, in which the Great War was averted, and Monsters were never trapped underneath Mount Ebott. Humans and Monsters co-exist peacefully, and Ebott City is thriving!

The War Amongst Us by TheIndianaCrew (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

(Y\N) is a young female spy and soldier fighting in the War of Humans and Monsters. She is fighting on the humans' side of the war until a turn of events when she becomes apprehended by the enemy. What will happen when a young monster scientist tries to change her views?

Hang My Hat On You by Hexabee (Explicit, Incomplete)

You were a sane, normal, and very sane human with modest dreams of making your way in Ebott through hard work, thrifty living, and good manners. W. D. Gaster was the ruthless head of the Gaster crime family with modest dreams of upending Ebott through magic, science, and murder. Six months after returning to the city you once fled, you found your ticket to mundanity in a steady job in the Underground. Six seconds after meeting a suspicious human in his territory, Don Gaster found his ticket to power in you. A tale of two weirdos fighting and falling in love.

Here's a few more fics that are similar to what you're asking for!

[panbotter]

IM LITERALLY IN TEARS OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDD

STOP because the "I feel ya Sugah, I feel ya"?????? I'm literally shattered into pieces I can't go on

IF THE SHOW DID THIS I'D BE INCONSOLABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bro my heart is broken this hurts I'm literally gonna read it again just to cry

So! I Found an AU suggestion and this is the result. Inspired by the post linked, please feel free to give any feedback or comments.

Word count: 1.3k

Trigger warnings are in the tags!

@thecoolkids-things @genocidecomics

Too many. So many…

Remy LeBeau had fought everything he could, pulled children from the wreckage of splintered buildings. Grotesque infrastructure mangled and broken as the vile metallic beast tears through the once safe haven that was once Genosha.

Streets once filled with music and beauty, now ran red with bloodied rubble and bodies.

Horror. The smell of death. The sound of screeching beams filling the air. As he moved to take down the Sentinel, seeing it take off towards the gardens, Gambit pulled his trusty bow-staff from his pocket, a poorly planned plan sprouting to his mind. A kinetic surge. Shock the damn thing from the inside, take out the belly of the beast and it’ll drop where it stands.

His beloved Southern Belle had already taken a blow, Magneto eliminated before her very eyes as she was rooted to the spot by a cage of the old man’s own design. He can imagine it felt like hell. Seeing the closest thing to love torn away from you in a flash… It had broken him, watching her be wrenched from him during the dance at the gala. Even if she wasn’t his to lose, even if she’d already told him that he was just the Swamp Rat waiting in the wings? Watching as she glided through the air, bare skin brushing against the hands of the Germanic old fool. It’d broken him. Hurt him on the deepest of levels. He’d never held her like that, now it seemed he never would.

Even if he had expected the pain, it didn’t make it any easier to accept. He wasn’t ready, doubtful really that he ever would be.

Since the tortuous visions courtesy of Mr Sinister back at the mansion, LeBeau had had his fears. His doubts. His outright heartbreaking paranoia. But that all paled in comparison to the hearing the way Rogue saw him. A man who could never touch her. Not in the way she felt mattered. Not in the way she wanted. Needed. His heart had shattered as she made her admissions in his room. Speaking about how he was never going to light her up the way he brightened the rest of the world. That his touch was able to light up everything around him, but not her.

But even now, he’d lay down his life to keep her safe, a Devil’s Advocate. The truest gambit that may not pay off on his end… But the surviving mutants would be safe. She would be safe. Rogue is laid somewhere east, knocked out of flight (hopefully consciousness) from the charged motorcycle he’d launched into her to prevent what was essentially a suicide attempt in a rage filled move of vengeance.

He had no wish to die, but Hell… If he had to go, he’d sue better than the thieving swamp rat he was always seen to be. As he steels his gaze upon the vile kaiju creature that moves for the distance, taking a final millisecond to appreciate that she won’t see him suffer. Closing his eyes for a moment more, obsidian and ruby eyes fall closed for a brief moment, the Cajun taking a final breath as he coils himself to run. “Gambit ain’t got a chance… but the rest ah ya do. Content qu'elle ne soit pas réveillée pour voir ça.” The words meant for no one but himself. Muscular legs move to spring forward.

Until a hand grasps his arm, turning him away from the metallic monster with force. Sections of reddish brown hair and stark snowy bangs falling from the intricate braided bun that had once contained the curly manic locks. Emerald eyes shine with tears, as her body floats before him. The tattered red dress and running eyeliner may have seemed imperfect, but only showed the ferocity and tenacity that embedded her spirit. “Rogue no, Cher, I—“ The words are cut short, broken by lips against his. Heady, desperate as he feels a weakness in his body, gentle warm hands cupping his jawline to steady him as the strength starts to leave his body. The glow that once surrounded his staff begins to fade, a groan leaking into Rogues mouth as his wide eyes fall closed. His body starts to droop, falling into a state of weariness.

Releasing his jaw, Remy falls to the ground, the knees of his white suit trousers scuffed in the dirt. “Sorry Sugah… But this is how it has to happen. You light up everythin’ you touch. Even me.” Her body rises in the air, a heavy pink glow surrounding her as she looks down at the Cajun. A deep black seems to flash in her eyes for a moment, the darkness alight with a loving silence. An apology that she prays Remy can recognise. For the slightest moment she meets his gaze with a weak smile, only to whoosh away again, grabbing rubble and tossing it with the kinetic charge to draw the threats attention.

The shriek of green energy beams follow her, the Southern Belle weaving and bobbing around each ray. As a kinetic charge breaks a large crack in the Sentinel, she rushes forward, gritting her teeth as she generates the heavy kinetic field around herself. Her skin is on fire, her bones ache, her blood is boiling and her muscles are starting to seperate. Her voice is weak, the vibration of her vocal cords causing her more pain than breathing as she pushes on. “Ah feel you, Sugah, ah feel you!”

With a final push, Rogue breaks through the large crack burying herself in the swarm of wires and metallic veins inside the shell. A rasping brutal scream fills the air as the terminal blow leaves her body. Fingers wrapped around metal tendrils, limbs tangled in the wires and leads.

A bleeding pink glow envelopes the night sky, a mushroom cloud of Sentinel shrapnel spreading across the sky. LeBeau watching from the ground, he’s sick to his stomach, soundless, left in a state of shock. His fingers dig into the dirt, gripping as his head drops for a moment, he’s on all fours. Trying to muster the strength to recognise what he’s just seen. Sweat beading on his brow, blood streaking from his nose under the duress. Eyes clenched shut, he grits his teeth, jaw straining until a breath is finally released, a scream filling the air. “Rogue!” The scream is guttural, he can taste the metallic tang of blood as he howls.

Clutching at the bow staff again, he pulls himself to his feet, stumbling as he tries to run towards the gaping hole in the street. Adrenaline coursing through him, the drained energy not enough to hold him back as he sees a deep drop in the pavement. He throws himself into the hole, soot and dirt streaking the white suit as he skids the bowl-like drop. Hitting the bottom, there’s a limp body sprawled in the dust. Red fabric, singed and messy hair framing a face with blood streaming from her ears and lips.

“No… no, Cher no.” The words are weak as he crawls to the form, pulling away the lingering shards of metal tendrils, throwing them away as he pulls her body into his lap with no hesitation. A shaking hand supports her head, the other taking her hand.

Sobs rattle in his chest, his breaths shallow, almost wet as blood clings to his throat. Her chest unmoving, her emerald eyes closed as small sections of hair smoulder, pale skin marred by charcoal and bloody scrapes. The hand holding hers traces gentle circles on her palm, pulling it against his cheek. Her fingers are limp, unmoving, pale as the blood no longer circulates.

Desperately he holds the hand tight against his face. Whimpering words the only sound that fill the air as survivors step closer to the pit.

“S’okay, cher. Gambit’s gotchu. He ain’t lettin’ go. Gambit’s gotchu.”

[ssreeder]

HELLO

I didnt see that there was an update until now and i dont feel like discording and i just read the new chapter so here i am with my few main points bc i dont feel like doing a full live reaction👍👍🫶

Seeing Jeeto come into play in any capacity at all makes me feel like a proud parent watching their children grow. Its always wonderful like those are my emotional support middle aged fictional men. I watched them go from conspiracy to getting crumbs to now their "dates" and gossiping together. Youve gotta love it. Those are my children. Im so proud of them. But im also scared because you killed shen so obviously my feeligns mean nothing to you 🙄😒😒. (Im never going to get over that, im going to be 80 years old in some pst apocolypic enviroment with horrors all around me, but im going to be having nightmares about shen. Ill send you my therapy bill) (im going to get a tattoo in his memory istg)

Also its always really subtle but its funny to see your specific linguistical patterns in liab esp because i can never really explain it. Like ill read a random sentence and be like 'yeah that seems like sreeder wrote it' i just think its neat.

I also really loved zukka this chapter. But i always lovr zukka so its not a surprise. But espesially this chapter because its mostly soft zukka.

"Do you think we will stay together" NO Zukko divorce 🔫🔫. 🙅🏻🔥🔥🔥🙅🏾

The 'moving forward' ness of zukka in liab is so nicely written. Like ive been reading liab since (almost) the beginning and it has been a ride and its starting to feel more conclusive and that is SCARY but its also nice because you write it very well and i adore the way you write trauma and the healing of it and the ups and downs and the two steps forward two steps backness. Its very lovely.

I knew ara was going to have a suicide attempt (esque situation (idk if that counts)) i called it i win.

Idc what others say ara will always be amazing. I love her character SO MUCH

i feel like you can always tell the strengths of a writer in the way they write complicated characters and the way you write ara is very telling of that. Like the fragility and also harshness used for her is very realistic and i always enjoy her parts so much.

Like her deciding to move on independant of how zuko or sokka feel about it is and regardless of whether people thinks she 'deserves it' is immaculate.

And thats a good example on your specific strengths as the author of liab (being able to handle delicate situations well, and realistically and make them very thought out and not rushed, stuff like that).

But her 'i need to start getting along with other girls' is great because like,, RHATS SO TRUE. she is genuienlly one of my favorite characters of all time, i could write essays on why i love her. Exquisite.

REHO MENTION 🥳🥳💪💪💪💪

Thats my emotional support woobified early 20 something year old man. I adore him. If 30 people love reho i am one of them, if one person loves reho i am them if 0 people love reho i am dead (rip rehoes 😔) i will defend his (and aras) good names until i die.

Amazing chapter as always 10/10 *chefs kiss* im so excited for the series to finish and see what you do with everyone and the rest of the storylines and such.

Every time I think of Shen’s death I think of your utter devastation & how I wasn’t expecting you to be so distraught over it. I will say I had another commenter lately who was talking about how much they liked Shen & wanted an Iroh/Shen/Zuko dynamic and I kept thinking…. Damn it buddy, you’re going to be soooo mad at me in a few chapter haha…. oops.

ugh my linguistic patterns haunt me and I specifically ask my betas to check for them because I feel sooooo repetitive sometimes especially when there’s a lot of introspection lol. So it’s funny you mentioned that lol.

Omg I remember when I was still on RIA & someone in the server was like “dude I’m rooting for some jeeto.” & I was like oh no how do they know??? I created this fun divide between hakoda and bato just to push Bato into Jees arm!! Don’t spoil it haha, but whatever at least Dentys dead

Awwww thanks for the compliments it means a lot coming from you <3 but also yeah Ara is my delicate dumpster fire who says she going to make her existence everyone’s problem (most importantly sokka because damn girl could just LEAVE but she refuses lol) I love it. She’s fun, and any scene with her expect utter chaos haha.

every time I write Reho in a scene my mind says and the crowd goes wild,,, he’s annoying but I’m glad you like him.

thanks for this amazing ask you’re awesome

[dissociativediscourse]

Post your diagnosis papers

These were both asked at the same time and have the same thoughtless vibe going on, so I figured I’d put them together.

Thoughts on “endogenetic systems” — Well, most of our genes are inside of us, usually. That is what you mean, right? If you mean endogenic systems, it’s in a big, fat userbox right at the top of my profile.

Diagnosis papers? Okay, bet!!

DISCLAIMER: This is a joke. Yes, this is an actual therapy bill of mine. But I don’t expect this to prove anything — anyone can screenshot a bunch of words on a paper and blur out information. It doesn’t mean anything. Even if I were to fully doxx myself, it could be 100% fabricated. There’s no way to “prove” a diagnosis over the internet like that, and if you think you have the right to ask random people with trauma disorders or really any disorder that, in real life or in person: Why? I know I’m not spreading misinformation or doing anything harmful to the DID community or the perception the average layman has of it. I’m actually devoting my life and career to the treatment of it. What about you? What right do you have? What have you done for any disabled person recently? Have you ever even held a door for a person with an injury?

Also, here’s something really important that people just… Don’t seem to get.

They don’t just give you a piece of paper when they diagnose you with a disorder. You don’t just magically become Mentally Ill Certified.

That’s the stupidest misconception I see around. When you go to the psychiatrist for your depression or anxiety or whatever it is you’ve got, do they just send you out with a big old certificate of diagnosis? No, that’s fucking stupid and pointless. They treat you for the disorder you’ve got, and they put diagnostic codes in your bill so that your insurance will cover your treatment. Otherwise, they can disclose your diagnosis for other reasons needed, but rarely are they actually going to need to. The only time I’ve ever needed it to be disclosed to anyone outside of therapy was very recently, and it was so that the state department of mental health could make sure I was actually diagnosed with the disorder I was saying I had — you know, to be a peer support specialist for related disorders. (I’m currently working on my certification.) Diagnosis is there to help you pursue proper treatment and have that treatment covered by insurance. It means very little.

[stuckasmain]

But we sing it anyway

Moulin rouge is a story inspired by the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice. You probably know this as ever since finding out about it from my playbill I haven’t shut up about that fact, well? Here’s a concise post. The story is inspired, not exact, however it’s a little bit funny… just how much it ties with Hadestown (a much more direct adaptation of the story).

Moulin rouge is also a timeloop story, while not as overt in its lyrics and presentation as Hadestown it makes no effort to hide this. At the very end of the pre show in fact! Christian comes to raise the sign sending the audience “back in time” alongside him to the prior year. In both cases the men- a more correct statements would be surviving lover- are what initiates the story beginning again. Both shows can be viewed in this way as a song of grief. Orpheus is apart of an old song that’s been replaying for longer than he may know and Christian is writing a love song, their love song, their story- as Satines dying request. He’s keeping her alive this way. They’re always together this way. Moulin rouge is a timeloop in a much more self inflicted way, Is she gone or will she live with every preformance? If he can even get it to be preformed. However unlike the movie we aren’t seeing Christian write the story- we are seeing him as a part of it, talking to us directly. Don’t believe me on the timeloop/living memory? Just watch how he raises the sign- the heavy sigh the love in which he has the whole first act- the excitement and joy like this time- this time is different. Sort of like someone else we know…

Optimistic and naïve, though deeply sad boy with a Godly musical ability X Jaded woman scored one to many times by the harsh realities of life

Both make the other better, they contrast each other, change each other, become each other in some sense or another. In both cases the optimism and lust for “happy endings” comes far too late for the woman and the man has learned how the world is at the cost of the love of his life.

However, in the case of Moulin rouge we do get a glimpse of a much more complicated relationship. While all of the mentioned does happen we also see jealousy, frustration, miscommunication. A more full developed relationship than a metaphorical one (not saying Orpheus and Eurydice are any less of a couple just that in following the myth more closely we loose some time of just them).

Christian follows Satine to hell long before she dies, he jumps headfirst in without even having met her! Momantre- the Paris underworld- he comes in search of it in this version of the story and finds her already there. Trapped by circumstance rather than soul ownership and the “twist” is he doesn’t bring her home. He makes his home there.

In both, the surviving lover is left near catatonic on the stage, rocking themself for some form of comfort or unable to move at all. Their sobs echo through theaters in which a pin could drop. Love doesn’t heal illness, nor does it reverse starvation. It means a lot to those of us alive, to the memory of those loved. But to death?

What gets me is how Satine is actually the one to save Christian! (She stops his suicide attempt) She, like Eurydice, meets her end in the most joyful, hope filled moment. That second where audience and character alike think it will turn out this time… despite full well knowing it’s a tragedy. Christ!!

Conclusion-

All tragedies must now end with a confetti cannon encore. (Moulin rouge nat. Tour you’re getting my therapy bills)

[klaissance]

i knew it was on purpose

when you go read the new chapter of @heavilycaffeinatedsblog ‘s A King and His Fisherman as a treat and end up in tears……………..

[butchdiaz]

i've now watched your good luck babe edit four times in a row. im sending you my therapy bill AND im sending you a venmo request next time i have to pay to get into a gay club. that was MEAN

HAHAHHA ILL TAKE BOTH THANK U 😘

[neteyamsilly]

I agree with everyone else….sending my therapy bills to your residence asap

So sorry pookie but the emotional damage was just too much

you mentally ill bitches are going to get me in debt at this point (im joking. you're not mentally ill bitches. you're MY mentally ill bitches)

[lincolndjarin]

ro!!!! i have screaming abt this in several places now but I just need you to know I turned down sex to read bks lmao. (I just delayed it but he was like “r u srs.” well, yeah???) (also sorry if this is a dupe tumblr tried to eat this the first time.) Tbh I’m still not over the feeling when I realized what had happened. SO clever. Anyway. Love this love them tysm for the beautiful story 🖤🖤🖤 my therapy bill will be in the mail in 2-5 business days.

NAHH THATS NUTS LMAOOO but also like im obsessed w that

thank you thank you thank you :,) luv you. ill be sending the check at the end of the week 😔

[darththrog]

❤️🌷SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING 🌷❤️💕

Awww tqqq bro 💖

@lil-italian-disappointment you're going to pay my therapy bills soon for the sin of introducing me to f1 and motogp mf 🥲

I love you bro I came to know motorsports bcos of u and ill forever be grateful 😭 luv u 💖

[canisbaileyilupus]

I've had a lot going on, time to recap. Can't seem to do a read more on mobile for some reason.

My mom's friend is mentally ill and has been floating around with meds for a couple years and hasn't been consistent in taking them properly. She's also a recovering alcoholic and relapses often.

My mom has been friends with her for 30 years and I am forced to live with my mom bc I can't live alone (rent is awful). Now, mom decides on her own to let her live with us. I disagree but she never asked me. So, in August (I think?) She moves in. She's been told it's not permanent and she'd have to get back on her feet since she was escaping an abusive relationship. Not my problem, I didn't have a choice. So, she's been told the rules, no smoking inside, clean up after yourself, no drugs or alcohol, take her meds on time, etc. This also included buying her own food and paying rent. Mom then goes back on that, saying she can buy her own food but also share ours. That wasn't in the agreement, but I can't fight her on it. Now, food and bills go up. It's costing me more to feed this 55 year old spoiled brat than to put gas in the car.

Since being diagnosed with autism, she's ignored my "I can't handle loud voices and sounds" and the rules of "be quiet or people will report us." She uses her vape pen inside (yes that's included in the smoking rule) and she's relapsed twice since being here (alcohol). She waits until the last minute to make phone calls to therapists, doctors, and housing office to find a place to live. When she doesn't get the therapy she wants she throws a fit.

Now, it's months later, and we got our very first lease violation. The apartment complex office is aware we have someone living here that's not on the lease. And she's been warned on her voice (blames BPD) so much it's annoying and that's also a lease violation.

I am in fear of being evicted. This is our only warning. The next time they send our a lease violation email, they will file eviction papers and we will end up with 30 days to leave.

This is what I've been dealing with for months. I'm so fucking tired.

And there's a lot of small things that bother me too, really gross stuff. She shits and pees herself and refuses to wear diapers. She has done so much laundry it's scary. If we paid for water, we would be unable to live here. She uses a full roll of toilet paper a day to wipe her ass and absolutely explodes the toilet. She leaves her hair everywhere. She never put her shit away either, everything is everywhere. Every room she goes in it's like a tornado. She also doesn't clean her dishes, leaves coffee grounds everywhere and doesn't understand that the water bottles are for my mom and I bc we can't drink the tap water. She's also said I'm rude bc I don't want to have a conversation. I'm not someone who talks a lot, everyone knows this about me. If I wanna talk, I'll talk. If not, I don't participate in conversation.

Let's put this last bit out here for you guys. She is spoiled. She has gotten everything she's ever wanted to a point where if she wanted money, all she has to do is cry to the right people, annoy her mother long enough, abuse her power over a partner to a point they give her money. Even now, she's 55 and her mom is dealing with her father who has dementia. She still calls her crying and to shut her up her mom throws money at her. She's had a maid pretty much her whole life and has never had to struggle financially. Now that she is poor, she doesn't want to give up her spending habits and everytime she has a little money she'll buy shit she doesn't need, including furniture she can't put anywhere for an apartment she doesn't have.

I'll be adding photos when I get a moment as well. Some photos will include a toilet bowl but only if people wanna see it.