#their salary? /j

[i-am-church-the-cat]

I didn’t want to hijack the person’s post bc I don’t care what they think but I am a defensive bitch so we’re talking about this

Logan and Oscar met when they were 13/14. The next year they were on the same karting team together but didn’t race each other directly. This would be the last time they don’t race each other until 2019 when Logan moved up to F3 and Oscar was still in Formula Renault. They had a championship battle in F4 and F3, they were teammates in 2020, they haven’t raced each other since then which has been the biggest gap since they’ve known each other.

That still doesn’t mean they’re friends though. You know what does? Them literally saying they are.

Oscar saying “I’m quite close with Logan Sargeant” on that podcast. The Miami GP 2023 post. Them playing paddle together. Logan in that interview where they asked about “Loscar.” Now the podcast episode.

They aren’t forced to be around each other, if anything they’re so busy they don’t have time to hang out, yet they still seek each other out when they have the opportunity. Obviously we don’t know anything about their personal lives but at the very least we know they’re friends?? Not brocedes level of friends, maybe lestappen level of friends cause I don’t think they’re actual friends either, definitely not galex level of friends but that can also be attributed to the fact they don’t talk about themselves a lot, compared to Alex or George who post everything about their lives.

Like, have you ever seen them interact? They’re chilling they’re casual but they are friends. Whatever you think about their dynamic they are at least that.

[featherdusterbelphie]

William T. Spears

[dearansur]

the problem about my job is that I need to answer calls and be super nice to people. and I don't give a shit about it

[nametakensff]

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[most-datable-datable-bracket]

Where or how can I download Our Life? I've been looking for new games to play

You can get it on Steam or on Itch.io! If neither works, it's also available on Android

[sharky-the-idiot]

me after writing a licorice cookie fan song and sending it to my friend (he said he'd sing it)

[squidplatoon]

The problem I am experiencing with work rn is that bc its a new unit there are so many problems to solve that I actually can assist with and my brain loves to solve problem in my area of expertise so I want to work constantly.

However

We are also in big trouble with corporate about overtime so I’m not really allowed to work more

BUT I HAVE RESPONSIBILITIES

I think I’m technically doing 2 jobs rn anyway

You would not believe the amount of times yesterday I had 2-3 people come up to ask me questions at a time

Which at a certain point is fun for my adhd but like aa lol

[lexlawuk]

Skilled Worker Visa: Jobs That Qualify for a PhD Salary Discount

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[packedwithpackards]

Alaska Packard the informant?: Shadowing bootleggers, keeping tabs on peace activists, and defending suffragists

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[macskasbacsi]

this is a cat hateblog now btw

[drugsorgasmsandcheese]

trouble | j. miller

fem!reader x mob!joel

summary: you don’t regret studying literature, not in the slightest. but there’s only so many times you can work in your local library and watch twelve year olds rush to the shitty dark romance books, and all for minimum wage.

and just when you think you lead a normal life, your grandparents are introducing you to a man who the devil would’ve worshipped. he is cold, he is dark, he’s sexy, and he’s offering you a job at one of his clubs.

joel miller is a dangerous man, that’s all you know. your grandparents seem to like him, but all your college friends tell you he is an omen of death. you don’t care, of course, because why would you when your hourly salary could buy you a house, and joel treats you like royalty despite your snarky mouth?

joel’s known trouble his entire life. he’s caused it, he created it, but he never quite knew it like he knew you. a shy woman with a killer attitude, so quick to humble the next person who dares make you a subject of their torment. he knew, he knew he’d have to keep you tucked away with him.

a life of luxury and a love you’ve never experienced was something you relished in. but can the world joel has known his entire life be something you can accept, or will you go running at the first chance?

warnings: MINORS DNI!!!!!! smut (HA), age gap (reader is in her 20s, joel is in his late 30s), mob!joel 🫣, angst :), possessive behaviour, obsessive behaviour, violence, murder, arguments, reader HAD a rough home life, bad language cause i have a foul mouth yk? reader is a smartass and doesn’t understand social cues. pictures do NOT represent reader’s physical appearance & they do not belong to me. i think that’s it??

how it all started

SERIES

chapter one, chapter two, chapter three

HEADCANONS

a/n: *sigh* i did this to myself really…

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[wholoveseggs]

Stains {Part Three}

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

Part Three

{Elijah Mikaelson x f!Reader} One lavish gala, one stunning dress, and one kiss you can’t take back...

♡♡ ♡♡

3.4k words - Warnings: slow burn, enemies-to-lovers, eventual smut (duh), masquerade ball, class dynamics (eat the rich or shoot them on the streets of new york or whatever), a dash of Niklaus, Elijah being a smug and possessive tease, a heated waltz, a stolen kiss, a slap (foreplay), and the undeniable tension of wanting someone you’re determined to hate...

{Part One}{Part Two}{Part Four}

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You stood in front of the mirror, adjusting your mask. It was a gorgeous thing, covered in silver filigree and small jewels. Your dress was just as stunning, a deep green satin that hugged your curves and showed off your figure.

You paid a small fortune for it, but it was worth it. You wanted to look stunning, to have Elijah completely enraptured. You wanted to see the desire in his eyes, and know that you were the cause of it.

Only to not give him what he wants, of course.

Besides, you planned on returning it after the gala, your outfit was worth more than a month's salary. It wasn't something you could afford to keep, but you couldn't deny that you looked incredible.

As the taxi pulled up, you took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for the evening ahead.

You were greeted at the door by a masked server who handed you a glass of champagne. You sipped it as you wandered through the crowd, taking in the lavish decorations and extravagant outfits.

The Mikaelson family compound was a building wrapped in history. It was breathtaking, a grand old home that was dripping in opulence. You looked up at the balconies, trying to imagine what it would have been like a hundred years ago.

You tried to find a familiar face, but there were too many people, and everyone was wearing masks. Your workplace barely adhered to business casual, so it was hard to recognize them in black tie.

You spotted Elijah at the far end of the room, talking to a group of guests. You watched him, your stomach fluttering. He was wearing a tailored tuxedo, and his mask was similar to yours, silver filigree with dark red jewels.

Your plan was to avoid him, but your feet seemed to have a mind of their own, leading you towards him. You could tell he was watching you out of the corner of his eye, his body angled slightly towards yours.

He politely excused himself from the conversation and turned towards you, a smirk on his lips.

"I wasn't sure if you would come," he said, his dark eyes roaming over you.

"I didn't really have a choice," you replied, lifting your champagne glass to your lips with deliberate ease. "This asshole I know threatened to take money from the hands of the most vulnerable people in society if I didn’t attend."

"He sounds terrible," he said, the smirk widening into a grin. "You are a vision, tonight. I'm surprised you could afford a gown of such quality, it must have been expensive."

"This old thing?" you teased, brushing an imaginary speck of dust off the fabric. You could feel heat creeping up your neck, not from embarrassment, but from how annoyingly pleased you were by the compliment. He noticed. He always noticed.

"Well, it looks exquisite on you," he complimented, his gaze raking over you once more.

You sipped your champagne, the liquid warming your veins. You felt more confident, and you leaned in closer to him. "So, is this what you do with all the money you extort? Host lavish parties for fellow scumbags?" you asked, arching a brow.

"Extortion is such an ugly word," he said, his tone lightly mocking.

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. He was so damn cocky, and it was both annoying and alluring. You were about to say something scathing, but before you could, a handsome blonde man approached, his curly hair artfully tousled.

"(Y/N) I would like you to meet my brother, Niklaus," Elijah said, his expression friendly.

You extended your hand politely, but Niklaus ignored decorum and brought it to his lips with a playful smile. "It’s a pleasure to meet you, love," he said, his accent thick and undeniably British.

You blinked, momentarily thrown off by the gesture, but quickly recovered. "Nice to meet you too," you replied, giving him a polite smile.

His gold and black mask complemented his sharp suit and athletic frame, and you couldn’t deny he was striking. But there was something about the way his eyes darted over you, assessing you like a piece of meat, that put you on edge.

"So, Elijah tells me that you work at the nonprofit," he began, his gaze focused on you.

"That's right," you said, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"Elijah does love a good charity case," Klaus said, his smirk cutting through his otherwise casual tone.

You felt the insult land, but you refused to let it show. Years of dealing with judgmental stares and dismissive comments had taught you one thing: don’t flinch. They only win if you flinch.

"Niklaus, please," Elijah interjected, his tone sharp with warning, but you didn’t need Elijah fighting your battles.

"Oh, that’s alright, Elijah," you said, giving Klaus your sweetest smile. "I bet neither of you could survive on the streets for a single night."

Klaus laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Is that so? Love, I think you underestimate me."

"No," you replied, your tone still sweet but edged with steel. "I know a pampered rich boy when I see one. A night without a hot shower and a six-course meal? You would wither and die."

Elijah’s lips twitched, as if he were suppressing a laugh, while Klaus simply stared at you, bemused. "You have some fire in you," Klaus said finally, his voice tinged with something like admiration.

"Yes, and she’s quite stubborn," Elijah added, his own voice softening with a note of respect you weren’t sure you believed.

"And she needs more champagne," you said, handing Elijah your empty glass with a flirtatious smile. The power play was deliberate, and the flicker of amusement in his eyes told you he knew it too. "See you later."

He inclined his head with a knowing smirk. "Enjoy yourself, darling,”

You walked off, heading to the bar and ordering another drink. You could see your boss groveling in front of a man, and the sight made you sick.

You watched as she simpered and fawned, her smile tight and forced. It was clear that the man was an important donor, and she was desperate to keep him happy. It was embarrassing, and it made your blood boil. These people were the indirect cause of all the inequality in society, and now you had to beg them for crumbs?

Your hand tightened around your glass, and you turned away, the frustration bubbling over. You didn't want to be here, and yet, it was your job. You looked around, taking in the opulent surroundings. The mansion was massive, and you wondered how many people could have been fed and housed with the amount of money that went into this stupid gala.

A string quartet started playing and a murmur went through the crowd. People began to pair up, moving to the center of the room for a waltz. You could see Elijah, his dark eyes searching the crowd, looking for someone. You knew he was looking for you, and the realization made your heart beat faster. When his eyes found yours, you couldn't help but feel a thrill run through your body. He smiled, extending his hand, beckoning you to join him. You took a long sip of your champagne, middle finger raised, and a playful smile on your lips. He smirked, amused and approached you, his movements smooth and graceful.

"Care to dance?" he asked, his voice low and intimate.

"You really are a piece of work," you said, unable to stop a small smile.

"I'll take that as a yes," he said, grinning and offering his hand.

You sighed, placing your glass down and allowing him to lead you to the dance floor. His hands found your waist, guiding you into a waltz. You were surprised by how gracefully he moved, his body seeming to flow with the music.

"You're good at this," you murmured, letting him lead you.

"I'm good at a lot of things," he said, his gaze fixed on yours.

"Mhmm," you said, noncommittally.

He smirked, leaning in closer. "You're not so bad yourself," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear.

You could feel a blush spreading across your cheeks, and you fought the urge to push him away. Instead you dug your nails into his shoulder, hoping to get a reaction. He just smiled, seemingly amused by your attempts to provoke him.

"I like this dress you're wearing, green is a good color on you, it brings out your eyes," he murmured, his gaze drifting down to the plunging neckline. "It's funny, how you can afford such a luxurious garment, yet can’t pay your debts,"

"The dress just looks expensive, I got it at a thrift store," you lied, keeping your voice level.

"Oh really? And what brand makes such high-quality clothing for so little?" he asked, clearly not believing you.

"I have no idea," you said, shrugging.

He pulled you closer, his hands sliding lower, resting on the small of your back. Then he smoothly turned you, so that your back was pressed against his chest, his hands still gripping your hips. You could feel the heat of his body, the hard planes of his chest, and the scent of his cologne washed over you. It was a subtle, masculine scent, and it made your heart race.

He hummed softly, reaching up and checking the tag on the neck of the dress. His lips curving into a knowing smirk.

"Naughty little liar," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. “You can't afford this brand,”

"Let go," you snapped, struggling against his hold.

He held onto you, his hands moving down to your waist, his lips brushing against your ear. "Why don't you make me?" he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

"Elijah," you growled, your nails digging into his forearms.

He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "There's my fiery girl," he said, his tone playful.

You were about to respond when his lips pressed against your neck, the gentle touch making you gasp. He was such an ass, a stupidly sexy fucking ass. You could feel his smile against your skin, and his grip on you tightened. You tried to push him away, but he held onto you, his body flush against yours.

"Tell me, darling, what are your plans for this lovely dress?" he asked, his hands on your hips, keeping you close to him. "I know you can't afford to keep it,"

"None of your damn business," you retorted, squirming in his arms.

He laughed, the sound sending another shiver down your spine. "Do you plan on returning it? I bet the tag is still attached," he said, his tone smug.

"What's it to you?" you shot back, scowling.

He found the purchase tag tucked neatly under the strap, and pulled it free, swifty removing it.

"Hey!" you exclaimed, spinning around and glaring at him.

"Now, now, darling, don't worry, I'll pay you for it," he said, a smile on his lips.

"You will not," you argued, trying to snatch the tag from his hand.

He moved it out of your reach, and you struggled against him, but his grip was firm. You felt so utterly humiliated, and you knew your cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.

"Why not? You bought it to show off for me, didn't you?" he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"I.. I didn't," you stammered, flustered by his question, you could feel tears welling up in your eyes, and you blinked rapidly, trying to keep them at bay.

"Yes, you did. Don't try to deny it," he said, his tone teasing.

All of his taunting, all of his insufferable arrogance, how he constantly made fun of your financial situation, it was just too much, and the dam finally broke and tears welled up in your eyes.

He froze, and then released you, his expression suddenly concerned. You hurried away from him, tears streaming down your cheeks, and fled up the stairs, not caring where you were going. You heard him call after you, but you didn't stop.

You found yourself in a dimly lit hall, and you sank to the floor, hiding behind a pillar. The tears came hot and fast, and you buried your face in your hands, trying to muffle the sound.

It was the worst possible scenario. He managed to get under your skin, and make you cry. Your attempt to gain the upper hand had completely failed, he saw right through you. It made you furious, embarrassed, and hurt, and the combination was overwhelming.

You didn’t hear him approach, but you felt his presence before his voice broke the quiet.

“Miss (L/N),” Elijah said softly, his tone lacking its usual edge.

You froze but didn’t look up, unwilling to let him see the full extent of your tears. “Go away, Elijah,” you said, your voice trembling despite your effort to sound composed.

He ignored your words. Instead, you heard the faint rustle of fabric as he knelt beside you. “You’re upset,” he observed, his voice quieter now.

“No shit,” you muttered, swiping at your face angrily. “Congratulations. You’ve succeeded in humiliating me.”

There was a pause before he spoke again. “That wasn’t my intention.”

You laughed bitterly, finally looking up to glare at him through watery eyes. “Oh, really? What do you call it, then? Some twisted form of foreplay?”

Elijah didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, a pristine white square embroidered with his initials, and reached toward your face. You jerked back instinctively, but his touch was gentle as he dabbed at the tears on your cheek.

“Don’t,” you started, but the word faltered as his hand lingered, steady and unhurried. His thumb brushed against the corner of your eye, and the tenderness in the gesture disarmed you completely.

“There’s no shame in tears,” he said softly, his gaze meeting yours. For the first time, there was no mocking glint in his eyes, only something deeper, something that unnerved you. “I’ve shed more than my share.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the admission. “I doubt that,” you said, your voice shaky.

He offered the faintest of smiles, something sad and fleeting. “You would be surprised.”

The moment stretched between you, and for a brief second, you wondered if you misjudged him. Then the memory of his smug smile, his teasing words, and his unchecked arrogance crashed back into focus. You pushed his hand away, your anger reigniting like a spark hitting dry tinder.

“Don’t act like you care,” you snapped, rising to your feet. “You don’t know the first thing about me.”

Elijah stood too, his movements calm and measured. “And you know me?” he countered, his voice still maddeningly composed. “You see only what you want to see.”

“Spare me the psychoanalysis,” you said, crossing your arms. “You’re rich, arrogant, and have no idea what it’s like to struggle. You think money can solve everything.”

His expression darkened, and for a moment, you swore you saw something flicker in his eyes. Something raw and unguarded.

“You think I’ve never struggled?” he asked, his voice low. “You think wealth erases the scars of a childhood spent fighting to survive?”

You stared at him, thrown by the sudden intensity in his tone. “What are you talking about?”

"My father used to beat Niklaus so badly that I was certain he would kill him," Elijah confessed, his expression distant. "I spend every night of my childhood fearing what the next day would bring,"

The revelation hit you like a punch in the gut. Suddenly, the pieces started to fall into place, his arrogance and need to control, to be in power. The vulnerability in his words was jarring, cutting through your defenses.

“I'm sorry that happened to you, but that doesn’t excuse the way you treat people,” you said, though your voice lacked its earlier fire.

“And what about you?” he asked, taking a step closer. “You wear your anger like armor, pushing away anyone who dares to get close. Why?”

His question hit too close to home, and your frustration boiled over. “You don’t know what it’s like to live with nothing,” you said, your voice rising. “To go hungry, to be invisible, to have people walk past you like you’re a piece of trash. I worked my way up from that. I clawed my way off the streets and out of hell. What have you ever done except step on people to climb higher? You take your pain and project it on others. It doesn't make you better than me. It makes you a coward."

"You are the one behaving like you are better than everyone else," Elijah countered, his tone sharpening. "You stand here in borrowed finery, masquerading as someone you’re not, pretending to be above it all. You think your anger and self-righteousness are somehow more noble, but they're not. They're just as toxic as my own,"

Your breath hitched at the accusation, your anger rising like a tidal wave to meet his. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“Oh, but I do,” he said, his voice soft and cutting all at once. “You’re terrified someone might see the cracks, the pieces you’ve worked so hard to put back together. And that dress you’re so eager to return? It’s just another lie you’re telling yourself.”

That was it. That was the last straw.

Before you knew what you were doing, your hand flew up and connected with his cheek in a sharp, satisfying crack. The sound echoed in the quiet hall, and you felt the sting in your palm almost instantly.

Elijah didn’t flinch. Not even a little. Instead, he turned his head slowly back toward you, his eyes dark and dangerous, his lips curving into the faintest of smirks.

“There it is,” he murmured, his voice like silk, low and taunting. “That fire I adore.”

You took a step back, your chest heaving with anger. “You’re such an ass-”

But your words were cut off as he moved, closing the space between you in one fluid motion. His hand cupped the back of your neck, firm but not unkind, and his lips crashed against yours.

The kiss was everything. Hot, furious, consuming. It was a battle, a clash of wills, and for a moment, you were too stunned to respond. Then something inside you snapped, and you kissed him back just as fiercely, your hands fisting in the fabric of his tuxedo.

Elijah’s other hand found your waist, pulling you closer, anchoring you to him as if he couldn’t bear for there to be even an inch of space between you. You could feel his heartbeat, or maybe it was yours; pounding in your ears as the world around you melted away.

But then you felt it, a moment of stillness in his movements, so fleeting you almost missed it. His hand, which had been so sure and commanding, softened its grip against your neck. He exhaled against your lips, a quiet, unsteady breath that betrayed something deeper beneath the surface. Hesitation. Vulnerability. Like even he couldn’t quite believe this was happening.

When you finally pulled back, your breath came in ragged gasps, and your lips tingled from the force of the kiss. Elijah’s forehead rested against yours, his eyes half-lidded but burning with unmistakable desire.

"Fuck you," you breathed, the words holding no real malice.

"I would very much like that," he said, a smile tugging at his lips.

Your cheeks were flushed, and your pulse was racing, the anger and resentment still simmering in your veins. You shoved at his chest, trying to ignore the way your hands still trembled from the intensity of the moment.

“Don’t think this changes anything,” you said, your voice shaking with anger, frustration, and something you didn’t want to name.

“Of course not,” he said smoothly, adjusting his tie as if nothing had happened. But there was a glint in his eyes, a spark of triumph that made your blood boil. “But it’s a start.”

You didn’t dignify that with a response. Turning on your heel, you stormed away, leaving him standing there with that insufferable smirk on his face. But even as you rejoined the crowd below, your lips still tingled, and your heart still raced. You could still taste him on your lips, a heady mix of champagne and sin.

And you hated yourself for wanting more.

{Part One}{Part Two}{Part Four}

[merakiui]

2025 to-write list.

* halloweenie and the law of magnetism are the main priority fics at this moment!! after both are posted, i’ll start working my way through this list (in no particular order)! :D thank you for your patience!!!!

* (color references: purple is series; red is oneshot.)

✧ death row undertow

✧ 3M:3S

✧ the test of faith

✧ bittersweet secret

✧ my sweet monster

yandere!jade leech. your family takes in a mute, orphaned boy with mismatched eyes after he’s washed ashore. “a child spared by the sea can only carry with him the worst of curses,” they say, but you disagree. unbeknownst to you, your “friend” is as welcoming as the shallows and as deceptive as its depths.

✧ havfruens forelskelse/azul thought 2 sequel

yandere!azul ashengrotto. in an effort to conceal a growing secret, you lie to your husband leona. but a lie this devastating cannot be kept hidden forever, and as aquatic danger lurks you’ll eventually have to make a choice. between a lion and an octopus, the decision is obvious. so then, why do you hesitate?

✧ heartache hospital

yandere!scaramouche. kunikuzushi has never known love. for the many years he’s been alive, he’s only ever experienced countless heartaches. luckily, his admittance to the heartache hospital grants him the chance to meet someone who soothes the unending pain in his chest.

✧ the crocodile’s dilemma

yandere!riddle rosehearts. riddle leads a perfect life. he owns his dream house in the woods. he has a good job and makes an enviable salary. he is a law-abiding citizen…until he isn’t. it takes one night to ruin everything he’s striving to maintain, and with consequences mounting he sinks deeper into something criminal.

✧ the harvest maiden

yandere!skully j. graves. seeking shelter from the harsh elements, you enlist the aid of an eccentric pumpkin farmer. though there’s something inherently unsettling about him, you choose to favor his benevolence and kindness. but that is a line worn too thin, and when you announce your departure what is a besotted pumpkin farmer to do?

✧ eternally ever after

yandere!rook hunt. trapped in a gruesome time loop with a crazed stalker, you familiarize yourself with what it means to die. he claims he can save you from this repetition, but how is that possible when he’s the one responsible for your death(s)? if he is as inescapable as death, then perhaps your fates have always been intertwined.

✧ cobweb compulsion

yandere!sunday. you have always trusted sunday. but as plans are underway for a very important ceremony, you begin to look past years and years of lies to see the unpleasant truth that rests just beyond.

✧ homebound

yandere!azul ashengrotto. it is said that an ancient deity will awaken and bring ruinous misfortune to the island you call home. accompanied by your closest friends ace and deuce, you’re determined to uncover the mystery and stop a ruthless god before it’s too late.

✧ moonbroch

yandere!octavinelle. sequel to sea glass. they tell you the sea has always been your home, but something doesn’t feel right. an overwhelming sense of loss tugs at you whenever you spy your aquatic features in the mirror. if words won’t get through to your trio of captors, then disobedient actions certainly will. to ensure your escape goes well, you can only look to the moon and hope—but even that’s beginning to feel less and less like a comfort.

✧ meiri

yandere!rollo flamme. rollo would be inclined to welcome death if it was given to him by your graceful, gentle hands. seeing as that’s not the case and he has been made sacrifice to a most petulant being, he’s going to do the one thing a sacrificial lamb has never done before: live.

[freeworldallahmbaclass]

Another monument for me this time in my hometown Harlem New York City for finding the cure for HIV/AIDS that is what the statue symbolizing me finding the cure for HIV / AIDS and funny stuff it is on 135th street across from the Percy Sutton school and I laugh at the 32nd precinct now I found the cure for HIV / AIDS and I sponsor it get Cabenuva it will help you go undetected for HIV eliminating the chance of it developing into Aids the miracle has finally reached the general public and I sponsor it so forget the noise and take your medicine as prescribed so you grow up healthy and strong success is the best revenge guaranteed you heard it from me Cabenuva is that cure and I sponsor it thank you I'm honored for the privilege to help , thanks .

Thank you so much . I love you according to Christianity you are forgiven and according to Joel Osteen I can't compromise with that , no thank you I forgive you .

Thank you I'm honored . Wherever their is people starving and dying from hunger and HIV AIDS use my page to help that country whether it's India , Brazil and not talked about regions and areas in poor neighborhoods in places like Africa and raise the salary for people in Dhaka give them water pumps and more on their paychecks so they can afford to take care of their families thank you it has been great helping the people goodbye and good luck to you and your family .

Eat good , be content with the little bit that you do have like good friends and put God first and everything else that you want and better yet need will be added to you , and read these books from my personal coach , trainer and mother Joyce Meyer and new Minister and teacher of New York City my mom and your mother Joyce Meyer . I'm just happy that all my friends are successful in life and prospering in their career and have blessed families even though the puppet masters had me on the computer trying to hate on them on facebook and this social media tumblr page for years typing on the computer trying to hate on them but they are good and doing great in life and now my conscious is clear and it is not as expensive pain for me no more as long as they good great music great wives and kids and longevity in their career I decided to go back to them as their friend and stay with my friends and keep that circle of friends that I grew up with and keep the hope for myself because I still believe in love for myself like that Vado and Mary J Blige song beautiful Mary J Blige , I got the fame I wanted and the mother play I wanted sponsored by the 2nd stage theater I got what I wanted basically now I'm at peace with myself now and is being educated by my ministers and pastors and my second call to do something I love , music and stay with God first place in my life .

The greatest donation I can give to anybody , I give you a dollar to get your life together and in some places it can pay your bail and God will take that hold off of your life and free your head from the birds I mean the vultures and stop Satan your enemy from stealing the word God's word from your heart and memory .

Congratulations to me for my gift 🎁 from the Brooklyn public library a book called the making of a king 👑 by Robert Hardman about me King Charles the third and the modern monarchy and them crowning Nicki Minaj and Cardi B real Queens of the world officially like official Queens of the world now that is hot thank you both sponsor me and my practical basic education and it is good since I'm a private person and shy away from the crowd both women is people that the public the hood like more than me and love so they could be friends with them they are like my protectors what I mean is like I give you somebody you could be friends with if you don't like me a lot of people don't a d aren't going to like you can't like the person helping that is how it is that is always how it is with leaders and since people see me as the geek type quiet reserved guy my female friends women friends are more cool and outgoing and love to meet people and chill with the common people and party with them while I stay to myself , thank you it has been an honor helping with this page I hope this help find you in good health good luck and goodbye , thanks .

I woke up here and I inherited it the same place where I'm at its bad but it is mines I inherited it , thank you .

Yes I do stay in a not so clean and dangerous place well a dirty place if you call it that but if you know anything about me I actually own the neighborhoods I live in I own the hospital my own hospital given to me by a Governor it's my incubator , I own the parks in my neighborhood New York City parks now all of them now and where I live in where the girls don't get to come to see me here but I venture out to see them sometimes we are cool they call it a liability but I inherited these neighborhoods and New York City and a rough and dangerous place to live but it is okay and hopefully my goodness , hospitable charm and love for them warms them and help them like I said thank you I'm working on getting out of here so I will see you outside thank you .

I'm King 👑 the decree from the British Monarchy thank you that is huge thanks and own the 2nd stage theater is mines and no I don't mess with street people no more I did everything for them got them Citibikes computers on Rikers Island and legalized weed for them and I moved on from them and Governor Kathy Hochul told me to dump them slim down lose the weight from the overload of carrying my enemies and their girlfriends off of me and get my life together and I'm doing just that no thank you that should make us friends .

I'm going to end it on this note here Vado from Harlem a rap musician and Mary J Blige got a song called I still believe in love that is somebody from my neighborhood that made it a way for me to be able to get a future for myself financially through a regular paying job and getting myself together and I said thank you to him and Mary thanks now Im stepping off from them and wish them the best of luck in their career and goodbye to me from my old neighborhoods and people from my past so that I can get my life together anybody got any ideas on how a super hero can get a good paying job , see you on there side of success personal success thanks and goodbye it has been an honor helping the people .

[saywhat-politics]

By Abigail Williams and Allan Smith

The inspector general at the U.S. Agency for International Development was fired Tuesday, a day after his office released a report detailing the negative impact of the Trump administration’s dramatic downsizing of the agency, according to a letter obtained by NBC News.

Paul Martin, who had served as inspector general for USAID since 2023, was notified of his dismissal via email.

“On behalf of President Donald J. Trump, I am writing to inform you that your position as Inspector General of the United States Agency for International Development is terminated, effective immediately,” Trent Morse Deputy Director Office of Presidential Personnel informed Martin in an email obtained by NBC News. “Thank you for your service.”

CNN first reported on Martin’s firing.

The report by USAID's Office of the Inspector General, led by Martin, warned of the dangers associated with the gap in staffing, including a lack of oversight that may leave the agency “susceptible to inadvertently funding entities or salaries of individuals associated with U.S.-designated terrorist organizations.”

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I worked in London a decade ago, it’s an expensive city. I spent over 3 hours a day commuting from a cheaper part of the country I could afford to live in. Those of my colleagues who lived closer all house shared. These weren’t minimum wage employees, they were on decent salaries £35-40k a year. It’s so common I can’t even tell you. Very rarely someone had enough means to live alone. Both Nic and Luke have talked about being struggling actors in their early 20’s having to sofa surf or move back home. Seems very plausible that J just starting out in his career wouldn’t have a regular income and N is helping him out. Being a sometime room-mate/sometime house-sitter would explain a lot of the scenarios we have witnessed over the last few months on SM imo.

so many things we’ve seen in this fandom confuse the hell out of me but this theory is one of the few that makes huge amounts of sense.

This is an old ask but wanted to publish for anon anyway.