#thank you to everyone who enables me!

[jaxthejester]

so

this guy just hit 1k. bunch of horny on main people smh (im people)

but! just wanted to share. this brought a smile to my face :]

I will love you forever if you keep feeding my alloaro ass FWB fics. Any pairing. Every pairing. I just... It was so cathartic to read something non romantic and I always want more

i tried my best! hope you enjoy!

Shaymien - Pretty Handsome, Awkward

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"Hey, Dames?"

Damien's eyes didn't leave the screen. "Yes, Shayné?"

"I'm horny."

"Ah. Can I finish this level before we start anything?"

"Oh! Shit, yeah. Of course. I'll be in my room."

"Cool. Be there in a few."

Shayne quickly got up and made his way to his room. He opened a bedside drawer and retrived his small bottle of lube, setting it on top of the table it just came out of. Some would argue hunting down the lube mid-act made things more arousing, but Shayne would disagree. He laid down on his bed, waiting for his friend to join him.

A loud "DAH, SHIT!" followed by a shaky breath came from Shayne's living room. Shayne chuckled, knowing full well Damien had failed his level. After a moment, Damien joined Shayne in the bedroom. The former tsked after giving the latter a once over.

"Man, couldn't get a head start by taking off your shorts or anything?"

Shayne sat up on his elbows. "Hey, at least I got the lube out!"

Damien chuckled, leaning against the door frame. "Good. I swear, if you ever try to fuck me without lube again, I'll kick your ass then and there."

"You'll kick my ass while I'm in you?"

"I have a black belt in karate. Don't try me, bitch."

Shayne rolled his eyes. "C'mere, dumbass." Damien quickly made his way to where Shayne laid. He quickly pecked Shayne on the lips before moving to his neck and planting sloppier kisses.

"Damn, moving on so q-quickly?" Shayne questioned. Damien paused his actions momentarily.

"You taste like the takeout we had for lunch. Stale chicken isn't a turn on for me." With that, he returned to Shayne's neck.

"Haah... fair."

Damien's hands began tracing Shayne's frame, pulling his shirt up. Shayne used one hand to help toss the article away. Damien sat up to remove his own shirt.

"How do you want me?" Damien asked. Shayne began to palm his hardening dick.

"Mmm... you feelin' like riding?"

"Yeah, I can do that. Help a bud out and ditch your shorts and shit while I do the same?"

"Of course, man."

Damien hopped off the bed to work his way out of his pants, while Shayne manuvered his hips to slide his shorts and underwear off without getting up. He slowly started to stroke himself while waiting on Damien.

"Damiennnn c'mon, my hands giving me more action right now than you are!"

"Hold on man!" Damien finally freed himself from his pants prison and rejoined Shayne. "Get your hand outta here, that's my job." Shayne let go of himself, letting Damien's hand replace his own.

After a few pumps, Damien put his mouth to the tip and slowly sank down.

"Ho-oh shit, that's the ticket." Shayne muttered, putting a hand to Damien's hair and tugging lightly. Damien whined at the act and began bobbing his head, each time taking more down his throat. "You're so good at this, Dames..."

Damien pulled off, opting to slowly stroke Shayne's dick. "Hah, t-thanks," he said with a dopey grin. "As much as I love blowing you, all this is getting me pretty hard and..."

"I c-can tell."

"Okay, Mr. Comedian. You think you could start stretching me?"

"Oh, y-yeah, for sure. Get on your back."

Shayne moved to sit on his thighs as Damien took the spot he was just in. Grabbing the bottle of lube from the bedside table, he quickly coated his middle and index finger. "You ready?" A hum of approval was all he needed before pushing his index finger into Damien's hole.

"Oh god... mhm, yep, that's it." Quiet babbles of approval fell from Damien's lips as Shayne worked him open, quickly picking up his pace and adding a second finger.

"Sha-Aayne, hurry u-up, I'm fine!" Damien moaned.

"Fine, fine!" Shayne remove his fingers and grabbed his lube once again. Laying on his back, he got the lube over his hand and started readying himself as Damien lined himself up.

"Ready?"

"Go for it."

Damien lined Shayne's cock up with his hole before slowly lowering himself onto it.

"O-Oh god..." Damien moaned lowly.

"Fuck, how are you so goddamn t-tight?" Shayne hissed.

"Hhnn... j-just... give me a second..." Damien steadied his breathing before pushing all the way down. "Hnng- oh fuck... let me adjust..."

"Take a-all the time you need..."

A moment passes by before Damien is fully adjusted. He ran a hand through his hair to ground himself.

"Okay, c-can I move now?" Met with an enthusiastic nod, Damien slowly pulled up before pushing back down, both men moaning at the feeling. Damien had intended to try and take it slow, but that flew out the window.

He was now moving at a quick pace, slamming down hard against his friend's pelvis, making Shayne cry out in pleasure.

"Shit, shit- are you- oh god, are you close?"

"Mm, oh my god, I a-Aam, yes, yes, please-"

Shayne reached an arm up to Damien's hair and tugged harshly. That was all it took for Damien to cum, spilling onto Shayne's chest. Shayne grabbed Damien's hips, holding him in place so he could fuck up into him, causing Damien to cry out in overstimulation.

"Fuck man, I'm s-so close. Do you- fuck- want it i-in?"

Damien, still coming down from his orgasm and being pounded, tried his damnedest to remember how to even talk.

"Haah- nng, out- please- shit, out. Face- oh shit-"

Shayne had fucked Damien enough times to get the general idea of his insane babblings. Hands still gripping Damien's hips, he quickly pulled the other man off his cock and put him on his back. Shayne knelt above Damien's face, furiously pumping his cock. Damien stuck out his tongue as Shayne's orgasm hit. Ropes fell over Damien's face as Shayne tried to catch his breath.

"Hoh god... that was... great." Shayne said with a smile. He picked up his discarded shirt and tossed it to Damien. "For your face. You look ridiculous."

Damien grabbed the shirt and began wiping his face off. "Please, this is 90% your fault."

"Suuure, bud, sure."

[funny-friends]

i love to post my silly little drawings on the world wide web

[corviiids]

sparknotes for chapter 9 of as you like it because a very kind commenter asked for a breakdown and if theres one thing im good at it's breaking down

(spoilers for the fic obviously)

tihs chapter gave me so much trouble. i sat on it for so long i literally hated it by the time i posted it but im starting to forgive it now. it was, as ive said, originally way longer, and the next part of the fic was supposed to be the second half of this one... but it was starting to get absurd and i realised that neither part would have the weight i needed them to have if they were lumped in together. (with some relief, honestly, because i kind of had wanted them to be separate initially but didn't think they'd be long enough. i dont know myself very well.) anyway, the next chapter should be a bit of a doozy now although hopefully not SO absurdly long.

this chapter picks up where the previous cliff hung off, which is to say, after the 'shadow' akechi reveals that he's actually just the real ass guy. akechi in the palace what will he do. the chapter doesn't immediately kick off with ren's reaction though and that is because ren is the most repressed man alive and does not know how he feels about it.

so, akechi disguised himself to enter his palace, which is significant for a few reasons:

1. he's disguised as himself

which i think is ironic in a fun way, but it's also just a very basic nod to the fact that akechi pivots between which of his personae is his default. this isn't necessarily super meaningful, but he does later refer to the black mask suit as

a costume, instead of an outfit. i mean, don't read into it too much, he's just talking, but i did think that probably points to how he feels about his appearance generally.

2. more importantly, his disguise involves taking off his mask.

so he's disguised, yes, and he's disguised as himself, yes, but that disguise is a literal unmasking, which is also kind of ironic. in presenting himself this way he has literally and figuratively made himself vulnerable. they're inside his heart, and the entire time he's in the palace, he is exposed... again both literally and figuratively because he also starts sharing more with ren than he ever has. look, i just think it's fun to have a character who has so many layers that he has to lie so hard that he becomes himself again.

i only want to point this out because (this is also part of larger meta about mona lol) akechi knew about the metaverse, but there is no way to intuit the method of stealing hearts without guidance. it's such a specific and involved process. thje most akechi could work out on his own was that if you killed a shadow, that person would have a mental breakdown. no way to guess that if you send a calling card and then go in within the next 24 hours and take a physical manifestation of a thing that you didn't know existed (process) would lead to that person ahving a change of heart (result). so even if akechi had a palace and knew about it, even if he wanted to do something about it, he would have assumed there was nothing he could do about it - i also have no idea what the process would be for sending yourself a calling card, even if he DID know about the process. so basically in this fic akechi found his palace and just assumed that was it. he was like, fucked up lol. anyway

this just straight up isn't true HAHA so i put in the silly little dichotomy of akechi gently taking ren's arm to protect him from slipping on the ice while telling him that he lied about caring about him. i think in this chapter as akechi begins to openly explain more and more of his thought process, this is probably the first truly clear glimpse you get of exactly what akechi's distortion is and how deep it runs.

the things akechi says with total conviction in this chapter are just... not true, not a fair or founded way to view the world (or the art of performance haha), but he says them with total conviction, and hopefully it should show off how unreliable he is as a source of exposition. one commenter asked about this moment of akc's eyes going yellow and if it was somehting that happened in canon - not really, i was just thinking about those little moments in the game after you send a calling card where the game cuts from the person to their shadow to do a little oneliner about their distortion.

akechi's IN his own palace, so i thought it would be fun to kind of make it a physical thing that can happen to him where he sort of merges with his shadow for a brief second in the moments when the distortion is strongest.

OKAY this is one of my favourite bits of the chapter HAHA the deep soda lore. i dont expect anyone to remember all the way back to chapter 3 but:

literally nobody asked about this but i love the phantom thieves!!! i dream of all the little silly moments of being a team that they must have that we don't get to see in gameplay, for obvious reasons of it wouldn't really work in a game, but i can imagine them in my brain. i can imagine their trickshot contests that get their asses kicked. i can imagine them chanting at each other to chug while joker and oracle compete to down an entire bottle of brand neutral mountain dew baja blast. i can dream.

soda lore is gay.

i dont honestly think it's inherently a bad thing necessarily but this part does kind of set up like... you can see akechi very early on in life forming this worldview that the truth isn't always what you want, you know? this was a 'lie' he and his mother both bought into, they both knew what the truth actually was, so it wasn't real dishonesty, but they just had this little fantasy. i just thought it would be fun for akechi to have a way to bond with his mother and feel closer to her, and that way is by buying into this white lie. idk

akechi's mother isn't really a character and i don't want to form her into too much of one because i think it's very much the point that, like... he made this point in an earlier chapter but having lost her at a pretty young age i think it's quite crucial that akechi doesn't really have a fully formed image of who his mother is outside of what she was to him as a child. so i actively don't want her to feel too real or defined. im not interested in making an oc out of her because i think it defeats the purpose. that said, this line exists to maybe gesture very vaguely at the notion that akechi's mother was a very bright person who similarly was stuck in circumstances that didn't serve to foster her real potential. just the image in my mind of a person who's clever enough to get across algebraic notation in chess by flipping through a book in a few minutes, but was never exposed to the opportunity to learn chess until this moment in someone else's house, and also the particular situation of learning this skill WHILE at someone's place as a call girl, i dunno . i hope im treating this with the grace it deserves but i wanted to build just this particular image in vivid colour while also keeping the reality quite blurry and vague, just to give the reader a sense of where akechi came from while still preserving his limited pov.

my thoughts on the phantom thieves' methods (and how they compare to maruki) are definitely too long and involved to put into a post about this fic chapter specifically, but maybe one day. i also wanna stress im not like... strictly anti-phantom thief or anti-heartstealing lol but i do have thoughts about the philsophy of it and the thieves' hypocrisy WHATEVER that's not for this post. i bring this up only to crow about finding a way to bring up the experience machine (ie maruki's reality) in this fic without it being royal compliant and have it be... hoepfully... sufficiently relevant to the plot. wa hoo! the experience machine came up for the first time back in chapter 4 and im just delighted that i finally got to close that loop. by the way, that experiment is also called the lotus eater machine after the lotus eaters in the odyssey! i dunno that it's actively my favourite thought experiment but it's definitely up there and i think about it a lot.

TITLE DROP

i think i spoke once about what 'as you like it' means. it's obviously the name of the shakespeare play from where 'all the world's a stage' comes, but it has a couple more layers to it as well - akechi's palace is a place where he performs to what he believes other people want or need to see from him - so his appearance is as you like it. and his accusation of the thieves' heartstealing methods is that they twist a person's internal reality to suit their vision - that's the meaning he's taking here, claiming that joker is turning akechi into an unfamiliar new thing, as [joker] like[s] it. you get it.

this running joke of ren really hating vents wasn't something i planned but im attached to it now. prayer circle for his knees

ive basically given up on making sense of samerecarm, which is par for the course for any rpg or video game really where reduction to 0hp/revival are mechanics. like, im inclined to think 0hp is more equivalent to unconsciousness, because... well... otherwise it's pretty cold that they left akechi dead in the engine room without even looking for a way around the wall. lol. but one of mona's revival lines is 'being dead isnt easy!' or something like that, so i kind of just give up and assume it's video game logic you'r enot meant to look at too hard lol. the way i reconcile it for my purposes is to say it's a sort of metaverse-exclusive state of being which is not quite dead but sort of in a limbo state wher eyou can be brought back with specific revival magic, which i refer to as being down. that's uhhh, that's different from the battle status of down... which you get after being hit with a crit/technical/weak skill... look, don't think about it. joker in crow's arms.

this is literally meaningless i just wanted to include a cameo of my very favourite persona q2 battle theme.

[cryptiidcrowe]

i suppose i should actually do my readings for class instead of just writing jarthur smut 😔

[xxplastic-cubexx]

I love your art so much!!! Thank you for creating such beautiful art and thank you for fueling my cherik obsession 💖💖💖💖💖

omg please of course !!!!! thank you so much for enjoyin my work, it means a lot to have such support!! im always happy to feed the cherik brainworms in other peoples heads :]]

[crescentfool]

@catnatch drew whiffy the squiffy for me for artfight! thank you for drawing my girl she is the best 🥺💙

[nick-eyre]

These creatures are going to be in my house within the week and I need name suggestions for the Tortie 👀👀👀

[kanerallels]

Platonic sebezra, circus au?

Oh-ho-ho I did NOT expect this prompt to take root the way it did. Ahem. But here's a little ficlet that doesn't even begin to touch the depths of brain rot you've given me

“You’re the new tightrope walker, right?”

Sabine didn’t look up from lacing up her shoes as she replied, “Looks like it.”

This wasn’t where she’d expected to be— a circus in the middle of nowhere, barely breaking even. Clearly, it wasn’t as popular as it used to be. Everything made that clear, from the worn out waistcoat that the ringmaster had been wearing when he hired her and the threadbare costumes hanging on a rack near her, to the fact that the tent was still nearly empty, and it was fifteen minutes until show time.

But she’d gotten stuck, and she needed the money. And luckily, she was good at more than one thing. Tightrope walking would be easy.

Rising, she turned towards the arena— and froze, coming face to face with a lion.

Her instinct was to scream, her second to run or fight. But instead, Sabine deliberately tensed her muscles, feeling the panic race through her, silently counting to five. When she reached five, she let out a long exhale, then lifted an eyebrow at the orange clad boy standing behind the lion.

“Let me guess,” she said. “Lion tamer?”

He grinned. “How’d you guess?” With a quick whistle, he called the lion back, and it settled next to him, looking like nothing so much as an over large cat. “I’m Ezra, and this is Jasmine.”

“Sabine. This how you greet all your new coworkers?”

Shrugging, Ezra said, “Only the ones who can handle it. And it looked like you could. Besides, it’s a good test of who’s going to stick around.”

Sabine had no intention of sticking around. This job would, hopefully, get her enough money to make it to her next destination, and then she would move on.

But for now, she just nodded. “Looks like I passed.”

“Looks like it,” Ezra said with a grin. “Welcome to Circus Spectres.”

[m0e-ru]

I meant to send this yesterday buy Forgot but it's 3/20 for me now (yay :3) I actually had something else to say but got up writing this ask and that thought left sooo please any new thought for your au :3? Please say as much as you want, I would like to hear it the stage is yours!

hey ahhh I love okyakusan I love enablers . im going to be the most annoying person on this soapbox. also literally rewriting this because I lost the note this was in like I said not writing it in Tumblr post would be a better idea OH WELL ! I was just spouting nonsense there anyway what was I talking about. ohh right my Adachi rightt right….

The thing with Adachi and how he’s kept me up at nights is how much there is to do with him. In this case with gsaslau, he’s not just “empty,” he’s “emptied”

While I write like there’s a million subplots going on simultaneously in this au (which is. right) the thing about Adachi being the central character somewhat is because of his bond with Mim and what that means for everyone’s Gas Station Attendant Social Link

If we did consider myth, then yeah, we have Izanagi and Izanami; Souji and Marie, Adachi and well. Yeah.

There is significance to each other’s life by the motif of this myth alone. Not even being specific if they’re family, friends, lovers, or adversaries, because it could be that secret third thing (‘you have more than three options’ yeah I know that)

Mim and Adachi’s relationship is so special in a way that it’s like that Tumblr post it’s like. It’s like this

God’s goal of their social experiment was there to truly determine what humans wanted. Sure, they were born out of the desire to veil the truth and accept more palatable blissful lies, but they went out of their way to confirm that and see if humans had the strength to see past it all and live their lives in truth as they’d always been.

Choosing three human individuals with the qualities at the end of the spectrum and the in-between: to be full of Hope, or full of Despair, or to be nothing but a swirling black hole of Emptiness.

That Izanami tried to push the limits of these qualities as well. How far can Hope be hopeful before falling to despair. Can that of Despair actually stand on his own to feet and be hope for everyone else. Can Emptiness… not be empty.

Izanami saw a literal blank slate enter Inaba. Not anybody who’s lived in Inaba their entire life (Namatame), not anybody who’s returned to Inaba to live their life (Souji). God peeked inside a man’s hollow heart and decided to fill it. Besides taking the most convenient human occupation for that moment, the attendant may as well have come out of that mold and was there to be everything Adachi needed. Trimming out any excess, filling up bubbled spots, polishing everything here and there as time went by. Having to be there for the other pawns they want to keep a close eye on and changing and adapting like a clay doll, remolded and and reshaped to their will, but otherwise staying the same to the mold it first came out from.

Until the imperfections couldn’t be hidden. The fog was seeping, the maggots were crawling, the rot was wafting, the scars were showing. But there should be more to an attendant than working at the gas station, right? Let him have wishes to take care of his home. Never figure out where he goes when it’s not raining. Don’t ask for his name but rather know him by all the things he talks about that is everything but anything about him.

God just made a puppet just enough for the humans they needed to get close to. And what if the self-sabotaging man says he doesn’t like idiots, maybe that’s exactly what he needs. What if he needs someone so much that isn’t like him that he can just be himself. What if he needs something to take care of because he can’t take care of himself. Give him something he’s good at doing and he’ll do it. Give him someone who won’t care what he’s doing and just enjoy him for the person he is. Then take it all away just to see how empty he can get.

What’s worse than being having nothing the whole time—actually having something and now you lose it? What’s the point of learning to love having never loved before then all if it’s taken from you? Why be filled to the brim from a half empty glass only to be tipped over and have your heart spill all over the floor? Was it just better to be empty the whole time, or be emptied from being so full?

Mim literally had a Teddie moment and said “wow I’ll make something so loved and appreciated just so I can stay close to the things I need to monitor” then fucking realized “hey I like it this way actually maybe bonds are a good thing.” Then they remember they have a fucking JOB to do and they’re like “ohh just kidding im a fucking monster they won’t love the real me anyway (god)” and do a Marie and take everyone’s memories of them— the attendant. Because they don’t just want to make a separate sentient being of the identity they just accepted was their own self. If there was going to be an attendant, it would be them. But since they can’t be there, then there’s also no attendant to keep these memories and hearts occupied.

They ran away hoping to cut off all their bonds so people won’t regret associating with a monster, leaving a bunch of people with botched memories and holes in their lives. And they did a really bad job at cleaning up, that there are people who are still chasing after them because these people care. And they don’t WANT these people to pursue the truth because they’ll be so disappointed. Mim ends up trying to erase themself entirely so there’s nothing to chase. The world would be so free and pristine and clear of their influence because they’re gone DOES THIS SOUND FAMILIAR TO YOU

Mim saw Adachi and said “how can I stay close to this fucking miserable man who I need to use to stimulate this city and get the results I need” then subsequently poured themself into a mold of the emptiness in his heart and out came the attendant. Look at this guy who’s so stupid, who’s an actual idiot, a prettyboy who knows nothing about the outside world, who has a skull so thick and a humor so odd. Literally everything Adachi isn’t—but that was the point. Bitch just interpreted the emptiness inside him and filled him and now they’re fucking worsties besties it’s ridiculous. This is what watching chair car adventure 100000000000 times does to a motherfucker

Mim’s stupid foggy attendant body starts literally melting in the summer heat. Anxious that people would call them out, but being sympathized with and being told they’re just not good in the heat, like other humans. Getting callouses so rough and actually bleeding from a cut on their finger when they thought fog would just seep out. Putting their hand in in their mouth and actually tasting the oil and wax they’ve been working with the whole time. Getting so hot or laughing so hard they actually get flushed until the tips of their ears. Wondering if the maggots crawling in their body made their way out, when the beetles they found in Namatame’s truck made their way into their sleeves and scuttle away. That maybe they didn’t smell like burnt rot, but rather car exhaust and gasoline and tomato juice they spilled on their pants. That maybe when they pull back their sleeves or look under their shirt it could be skin with lungs breathing and a heart beating rather than decaying flesh hanging off of bone.

Adachi learning how to open his heart to things and let things inside, while a puppeteer stops puppeteering and their smiles actually hurt their face because they can’t stop. Both becoming more human again in their own ways, the other quite literal. Both running away and sabotaging themselves for the sake of the people and the home they learned to love, neglecting to love themselves. I’ve made them both so alike it’s sickening even to me but it’s so fun I have dolls that are beaten up so much I drive their faces into the ground because that’s how I play with dolls and have fun SORRYY

And this is how they are best friends. Which is an essay that is just as badly structured but still expresses what I want to say probably. I lied actually. There’s more than one, but still.

THE two skits in visualive that matter so much to me https://m0e-ru.tumblr.com/post/690320733390471168/stopping-myself-here-but-i-hope-its-a-well-known

ESSAY 1 https://m0e-ru.tumblr.com/post/664354915309764608/you-dont-understand-how-much-chair-car-adventure

ESSAY 2 ✌️ft. more adachi I think https://m0e-ru.tumblr.com/post/667202694005587968/please-by-all-means-make-a-post-about-adachi-and

tohru “fuck this guy in particular” adachi https://m0e-ru.tumblr.com/post/691316103200276480/yknow-if-you-were-mentally-ill-and-watched-the

adachi touchy as hell compilation https://m0e-ru.tumblr.com/post/694208373929967616/adachi-touchy-as-hell-compilation

[terriblelizbians]

whenever im really really stressed and too scared to open my computer bc there’s deadlines in there, and then i finally peek at my email and there’s something saying the deadline has been pushed back. oh it does something bad to my brain. but good to my heart...

[vampiricsheep]

Thank you everyone for coming to the mists party tonight!! Sorry about the initial instancing issues, and I hope everyone had fun despite/because of the chaos <3

[hopeinthebox]

I have a question. Do you ever just sit there and laugh to yourself when you make your shitposts?? Like just like “damn, I’m so funny”? 😂 Because you are fucking hilarious! I’ve been cackling while reading all of them 😂😂

anon you can't be saying things like this to me or i'll fall in love with you!!!! to be perfectly honest the process looks a lot more like this

but i'm thrilled that you're pleased with the results <33

[chronodia]

Not to tip my hand too much but it’s funny to see people be like Ugh it’s so hard shipping a rarepair… there’s only Five pages of fic for them bc I’m like Well I somehow got blindsided by a ship that functionally does not exist. It’s the only one I care about and the only fanfiction is in my head. I had to come up with the ship name myself. I’m tokira’s strongest soldier

[malcriada]

TIME SENSITIVE, PLEASE HELP BILAL

We want to extend our deepest gratitude and thanks to all the people who came out in support of Bilal‘s campaign and shared and donated. 

I‘m really happy to announce that not only have some of the funds raised benefitted his family in Gaza, but it has also helped Bilal find a new place to stay, away from his terrible ex-employer and landlord, and has enabled him to extend his residency for another month. He  is no longer at risk of deportation right now. It’s only thanks to your incredible support that all this was possible.

But despite all these good news, we need your help again. 

There is currently no option to transfer funds from Germany to Gaza, as bank transfers to Gaza are being blocked by the German government. This means Bilal has to first transfer the funds to a bank in another country, and then from there to Gaza. The funds currently take a very long time to reach his family, and require Bilal to pay a high fee for the transfer as well. 

On top of that, his ex-employer and landlord had extorted a large sum (€4800) from Bilal – a sum he claimed he still owed him from the time he was employed under him. With no other source of income at the time, Bilal saw no choice but to pay it using some of the money from the campaign. 

Bilal feels extremely conflicted to be asking for help so soon again after reaching his last goal. But he unfortunately sees no other option due to the aforementioned problems. 

We need your help in fighting the repression from the German government and also making sure that the funds you helped Bilal raise also reach his family in full. 

This is why we need to raise €8,850 by the 15th of September i.e within the next 2 weeks. he currently has raised €101,150 of €110,000

This amount will help make up for the funds that were extorted from him by his landlord and help him pay the fees for multiple international bank transfers.

Please help Bilal reach his goal in time. You have gotten him this far, please don't let him down now. his campaign has been verified and can be found on @/el-shab-hussein’s and @/nabulsi’s list of vetted fundraisers here (#132, line 136) so PLEASE don't hesitate to share and donate.

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[thebibliosphere]

Last night’s migraine was so bad I ended up in the ER. Had a fun little CT scan and everything to make sure I wasn’t having a stroke. Good news is they found a pain killer combo that worked so we know there is something that can help my pain.

Anyway. They’re trying to help me get in to see a neurologist sooner than September, so fingers crossed.

Also the Bonfe hvac tech is here. It’s $800 to repair our AC and we’re able to go ahead and put it on a plan because of everyone who bought copies of Hunger Pangs on my Payhip or donated to my Ko-Fi, so thank you for enabling that. 💖

[tvrningout-a]

i'm realizing i unintentionally put two outsiders together and now i have to thank past me for that genius move, even if it was by chance asdfg