Emergency: I'm Really Struggling To Pay My Bills!

CHARGEBACK AND NOW I'M FU*KED!!

Thursday, April 17th: Hello, everyone. I’m Gem, a bi, mentally ill, and disabled woman in desperate need of help, as I recently received a chargeback which I'm struggling to pay.

This isn't something I EVER wanted to do, especially so soon after receiving help with my bills and I'm literally sobbing as I write this, but last night I received some generous help, which I was so freaking grateful for. And with it, I managed to pay some outstanding debt I owed and got myself some groceries to get me through to my welfare payment at the end of the month.

However, this morning, I woke up to this message that the donor requested their donation back. This isn't money I have; I don't have any savings or anything I can sell to try to get the person their money back, so I'm stuck in a rut again and need help.

Again, I know this is a lot to ask, but if anyone could spare any amount to help me, even if it’s just £1/$1/€1, it would really help. Please only donate if it is something you can afford!!

£15 / £202.78 or $250!!!

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PLEASE ANIMALS AND I AM GOING TO BE HOMELESS IN 3 DAYS (9/23) UNLESS I GET 500 DOLLARS, I HAVE $40, PLEASE PLEASE SHARE, AND IF YOU CAN DONATE EVEN A DOLLAR, JUST ANYTHING, I AM BEGGING, WE HAVE NOWHERE TO GO

I NEED 460 MORE, PLEASE WE CAN DO IT literally every dollar adds up

please my landlord changed her policy on me at the last minute, I live in RV in an RV Park and we don't have rights like tenants do. If I'm later than 3/23 she can call the cops and have me dragged out of here and have my trailer towed. Please I dont know how to stress upon you the danger I am. I am trying to find a job and find other ways of making money but the job market is so bad right now and the other options are takng time. Please for the love of god help me. And if you don't care about me, care about my pets, they don't deserve to lose their home. Please. I don't have friends or family who can help or take me in.

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Hi guys,

I hate having to E-beg, but I'm in a tight spot again. I have a job that starts in 8 days, but I won't get paid for another week after that. My partner is the main household income, but they've found out they're diabetic requiring insulin, and it's such a nightmare because we're in the USA. They're thinking of quitting their job due to it affecting their mental health... which would be... bad for the both of us.

We have no savings of any kind, and all our cards are maxed out. But also, we're on the verge of a breakup that would leave me homeless. If we make it out of this rough spot, we'd go to couple's therapy. But I need money, and my account is in the red by 53 dollars.

If you can spare anything for a bisexual creator during Pride Month, that'd be sick. Thank you all

My cashapp is slasherscream. Message me personally for venmo. I have a kofi, but it takes forever for them to let me cash anything out because paypal.

I'd just like to have enough money to get an apartment on my own in the worse case scenario. Apartments around my area of Texas generally start at 1,100 for something not in the ghetto. Much love!

I don’t usually post things like this, but one of my friends recently had a small house fire that destroyed her roof; and she’s been trying to collect funds in hope of getting it fixed. Thank you to anyone who donates and/or shares!

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This furbaby has been missing since January first. Meep was last seen in New Jersey, USA. Please keep an eye out if you live in that area! Thanks frens!!!

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Rent + debt aid is urgently needed!!!

Monday, February 24th: Hello, everyone. I’m Gem, a bi, mentally ill, and disabled woman in desperate need of help as I'm struggling to pay off my debt before I receive my welfare (28th).

I apologize for asking for help again. As most of you know from my previous posts, I have been struggling to make ends meet while on welfare. And due to my outstanding bills and ever-increasing debt, it has been difficult for me to get by. These past few months have been absolute hell, and with no other income, I've been relying on the kindness of others to get by.

I am in desperate need of that kindness again as I managed to get some of my debt written off, however, due to my remaining debt, I have 30 days to pay £351.54 and I received this letter over the weekend stating that I am £156.04 in rent arrears both of which I can't possibly pay off on my own with the limited welfare I receive.

I don't receive my welfare until the 28th and if I can't pay these balances off by then, my welfare will be taken and I won't be able to pay this month's rent and bills!!

Again, I know this is a lot to ask, but if anyone could spare any amount to help me, even if it’s just £1/$1/€1, it would save my life, and sharing helps just as much.

£163.91/£507.58!!

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Chainsaw man!!!!! Evangelion, and hazbin hotel (if it counts)

I’m quite close to hitting 7k followers and decided that I might as well add some new shows since I haven’t really watched much besides One Piece actively these past few months. Instead I’ll let you choose. Just suggest some Anime you’d like me to write about and I’ll make in about a week a poll where the two shows with the most votes will be added to the stuff that I write.

I wonder how The chain would react to a reader that is very distant because they don’t want to get attached knowing that they’ll have to leave eventually? They’re pretty friendly and all but that’s it, they don’t talk about themselves and don’t partake in any activities when offered to join. Maybe the reader even reminds them by making subtle comments like “When I get back I’ll finally get a proper rest on my soft mattress”. What would be their breaking point when they admit that they’ll never let them leave? Oh the forced affection would be strong, trying to prove to them that they’re worth staying for.

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I think some, e.g. Wind, would deffo pry to get you to open up about home and they all listen carefully on the rare occasion you do talk about home...

initially, they promise to get you home, but as time goes on...

well...

they find themselves more opposed to the idea of you going back, you can't just leave them after becoming so close to them! and your world sounds so dangerous! Car crashes? natural disasters? plagues??? No thank you!

you're better off staying with them!

after they consciously make the decision to keep you with them, they make offhand comments about how strange your world is and how unsafe it is, compared to Hyrule. They also make sure to mention all the best parts about living in Hyrule, and show you the prettiest spots much sooner than they initially planned.

They deffo think they're making an excellent case to you...

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"I... I wanna go home," you hiccuped, wiping your tearstained cheeks on your sleeve.

Wars cooed above you, making soothing hushing sounds as he shifted you in his lap to be more comfortable. Now that your tears had died down, his grip on you was laxer, but you had no doubt that the good captain wouldn't hesitate to tighten his suffocating grip on you if you made a move to slip out of his grasp.

"I know, my lovely," he cooed sympathetically, tucking you against his chest as he peered down at you with darkened blue eyes.

You could practically see the hearts in his eyes, and you cursed yourself for not seeing how obsessive they were sooner... if only you had known back then, you might still have had a fighting chance to get back home...

"Your world s dangerous, and you're better off with us." A raised eyebrow from the captain made you clamp your mouth shut as you made to argue your completely reasonable case. "We can keep you safe."

"But I don't want this..."

"You might not yet, but you soon will."

"Soon..."

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A/N: @yandematic I didn't intend to write this lil thing but it came out anyways - it was originally Time comforting Reader, but I think my mans Wars needs to shine too

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more mermaid reader x sailor aki. part 2 of this. ignore how long this is... my... brain worms...

aki returns to sailing a few days later. granted, it's in a much smaller boat: one of his spare fishing boats he used before he saved up enough to purchase a proper one. the ocean can never keep him away for long, no matter what it chooses to throw at him. the familiar sun warms his skin, his lungs filled with breath after breath of the sea. rays shimmer off of clear, cool water. it's hard to believe, almost, that this sea was once rocky and wild. that pelting rain, strong winds, and salty depths almost claimed him.

the water is clear enough, in fact, to allow aki to easily spot a glimmer of green scales and a long, damaged tail.

you've been swimming not far from the shore for a few days now. aki figures you can't head back into the deeper parts of the ocean; you're weak, after all. he can spot you for brief moments amongst the rocks and seaweed, but each time he brings his boat in your direction, you disappear as quick as he noticed you.

aki is beginning to question if he's even capable of helping you in the first place. he doesn't fault you for being scared, for not trusting him. he can hardly think of a reason why you'd choose to save him, really. but if he doesn't get you out of this cove, someone is going to notice. someone with much worse intentions.

so aki throws himself back into his boat and sails into the water, again and again. to little success, of course. after days of trying, the closest he ever gets to you is a few feet away; you hover close to the surface of the water, your hair flowing around you, stray nets of fishing line caught in the mess of your tail. your eyes meet his. aki remains still, wonderment in his gaze. but when he reaches out, fingertips hesitantly skimming the surface of the water, you twist and dive deeper, vanishing into the distance.

he's almost ready to give up. to accept you don't trust him, and leave you to your own whims. until, when he's taking a break from searching, lying back on his boat and watching puffy white clouds pass, he manages to spot a shimmer in the very corner of his vision — aki turns, to see you're already staring at him. head tilted, soft eyes on his, your fingers delicately holding the edge of his boat. you let go as he sits up, but for once, you don't disappear. you swim back a bit, and you eye him up and down, the same pinch in your brows he remembers seeing before. but for once, you stay.

aki feels like he's just struck gold. his heart pounds, and he holds as still as possible, trying to think of something to say, something to do. he has his hair half-up, shell-shaped earrings glitter on his lobes. you notice he has nothing in his small boat, save for a brown pack in a far corner. you examine him cautiously, anyways.

"hello," aki manages. he cringes at how nervous he sounds. can you even understand him? he's known sirens to be able to imitate human speech, but mermaids are completely different. they have their own manner of speaking, and they try to stray away from humans whenever possible. your expression changes slightly when you hear him speak. he can't tell if you have any idea what he's said or not. you look annoyed, almost, the fins on your ears pulled back like a cat about to hiss.

raising out of the water a bit more, you give him his first clear view of your face. parts of your shoulders and chest are textured with the same layer of scales as your tail. you raise your hands above water, and you sign.

aki wishes he paid more attention when he was a kid, to the sign language lessons his parents tried to teach him, because then, maybe, he would be able to speak to you freely. his parents were fishers too. they spent every sunlit day on the ocean, up until when they passed away. there's no use in communicating with mermaids, aki thought — he doesn't care to understand them when they have no interest in people.

and yet, you are different. you're here. you saved him. the storm on that fateful night could have taken him, just as it had once taken his parents. when his brother went out to look for them, only to never been seen again, aki prayed for the cruel ocean to have mercy. he hated it. hated the smell of the sea and the whisper of calm waves, but it was all he had left.

it would drown him some day. he knew it would have him in the end, grasping him in dark watery clutches, like how it took everything he once cared about. when the water was choking him, invading his lungs and promising to be his coffin, until his vision was fading into frothy nothingness, he wasn't afraid of death. the ocean is a home for those with nothing left to lose. still, you saved him from that fate.

why, why was his family left to die, while he was made to live?

he's not sure. there probably isn't a reason. no god is taking pity on him, nor the universe, nor the ocean itself — even though its fierce waves should be punishing him. this is his fault. he's the one who toys with death, who doesn't give a damn towards his own well-being. he's the one who got his brother killed.

all he knows now, is that if he gave up here, if he let you die, he'd only be allowing another sacrifice to be in vain. mermaid or not, it doesn't matter. he wouldn't forgive himself.

your mouth presses into a line. your tail sways, while you gesture to him, to yourself. aki takes a moment or so to grasp what you're trying to say. I know who you are.

blinking, he stares at you with slight confusion. your palms cup together, and they imitate the bob of a vessel on waves. boat. your fingers splay and cross over, matching the crosshatch pattern of mesh, before you reach out and imitate a large shape. net. you make a gripping, stabbing motion. harpoon.

"oh," aki swallows, gaze darkening. "I... I get it."

he tries to formulate a response as quick as possible. you watch, wide-eyed, as he clumsily — endearingly, somewhat — attempts to recall what signs he knows. safe, he demonstrates, with a swift movement of hands clenched, arms crossed over. and then, help, followed by an awkward point to himself. he swears under his breath sharply, stalling, struggling to remember. until finally, he signs hastily: sorry.

your gaze scans him, unreadable. he begins to move slowly, his eyes kept on yours. he reaches back, he grabs the strap of his bag. abruptly, you flinch, dipping below the water slightly.

"no, no, it's okay," aki reassures, holding up his palms. you freeze, and perhaps you can understand him, or maybe it's just his smooth voice reassuring you — but still, again, you don't run. thankfully. aki places his bag in his lap and fiddles with the zipper, shaky, nervous hands struggling to do it right.

"I brought supplies. to help you," he says; he digs around his bag once he has it open, he grasps a roll of gauze and takes it out to show you. "see? don't know how well this'll work, but-" he shows you a small bottle, "I brought disinfectant," another bottle, this one is clear, with liquid sloshing inside, "fresh water." then, he pulls out a large hunting knife, the blade sheathed in leather. still, you know exactly what it is. "to cut the fishing line."

your eyes are wide. you tense, you retreat into the water on instinct, leaving just the top of your head visable.

"it's okay, don't run- no knife? alright, okay. that's fine."

aki stands, the boat wobbling slightly from the shift in his weight. you lift up again, just in time to watch him chuck the knife as far as he can into the ocean. it hits the water with a slight plip, only to sink down until it's gone from view.

"there. I won't hurt you, I promise." his gaze meets yours again, and you seem to breathe deeply, relaxing. your expression carries a hint of understanding. aki kneels down, close to the boat's edge. "it's alright if you don't trust me. but please, at least let me repay you. come here, I'll pull you up."

he extends a hand out towards you, and you give him one more quick once over. carefully, hesitantly, you swim closer. aki admires the way sunlight shimmers in the scales on your cheeks, the way your finned ears twitch in interest. you reach up, your delicate fingers brush his — warm, you are warmer than he thought you'd be. delightfully warm. you take his hand, your palm is soft, yet slippery. aki grasps back, and he pulls.

you're dragged up, as aki heaves you onto the boat, making the whole thing sway and his brows knot from the effort. he grasps both your forearms to make it easier. when the weight of your large tail finally rests down in the boat, he's stumbling back. the entire boat is shifting, and you're falling forward as he's losing his footing.

aki tumbles onto his back with a huff, you settle on his chest — oh, how your poor heart races, pattering to a rapid rhythm between your ribs. your hair drips with water, echoing a steady noise when droplets hit the wooden deck of his boat. his palm idly presses to the small of your back as he sits up.

his touch, the reserved sailor you saved that night, with long dark hair, and handsome features you found unforgettable. he was alone when you decided to follow him. sailing alone, late at night with only the light of the moon and the lanterns on his ship to guide him, while thunder rolled overhead and promised sleeplessness to come. he was either a reckless idiot, a self-sabotaging fool, or both. the dark water hid you from view as you followed in the wake left by his ship. you weren't intending to meddle, but when lightning struck down and his boat crumbled, when he went plummeting into the deep, were you just supposed to leave him to the waves?

should you have just let him die?

you pondered it, while hiding in the rocks of the cove, busying yourself with trying to pull splinters of driftwood from the gash in your tail. you have no allegiance to humans, especially senseless ones. you could have left him so easily and never once turned back. but —

aki glances up at you, lightly catching his breath. and he smiles. his eyes crinkle, his lips tip upward. the way he looks at you is the softest, most genuine thing you've ever known.

you've been hiding all your life. you have never been familiar with anything but the depths, and the occasional ships that drift past. you know humans are dangerous. you haven't spoken with your own kind since you were a child, but you've witnessed what they can do, you've been told they'll hunt you if they see you. for your tail and your scales and the glory; you shouldn't have saved him, that much is obvious. everything was telling you that you shouldn't have.

but aki is the first human you've ever met, and the first person to ever smile at you. in a singular moment, all of your regrets disappear, to be replaced by tender, heart-pounding warmth.

"hello," he repeats, breathing a slight sigh in satisfaction. god, he did it, you trust him. adrenaline runs thick in his veins. he has a damn mermaid in his lap, of all ridiculous things.

he allows his gaze to trail over you. he examines your tail, delicate fins tangled up in fishing line. most of your tail looks salvageable. with the missing section of your end fins, you'll likely never swim the same. but once the wound is given a chance to properly heal, he thinks you could definitely be able to leave the cove.

your arms have scales, your wrists and waist are adorned with pearls and shells tied to form makeshift jewelry. around your neck, you're wearing a familiar, rusted silver pendant.

aki reaches towards you, gazing at you gently. your eyes narrowing, he notices when you flinch, and he stops, but you don't move. instead, you allow him to reach close enough to carefully grasp the pendant around your neck.

his thumb runs over the engraved surface. he knew what he saw glinting around your neck wasn't just his imagination. "my locket. you found it."

you eye him silently, for a moment. then, you push away from his chest. you sit up, curling your tail around yourself. aki props up along with you, and you begin to reach back, searching for the clasp on the necklace. you sign one-handed, by pointing to your forehead, then to him. for you. you hold out the necklace, aki's palm outstretched to take it.

for you. his heart skips a few beats at that, somehow.

although, first, you're carefully prying the locket open. you place it into his palm, facing him. your fingertip points to the small picture on the inside. a black and white photo, torn and faded, of a young smiling boy with short, black hair.

you point towards aki next, brows raised. you?

"oh, no," aki shakes his head. he closes the locket, and he puts the necklace into his back pocket.

brother, he signs with both hands. he takes a steady, shuddering breath. then, he glances away for a second. his next sign is done much slower. almost as if every word is formed in earnest. thank you.

you hesitate. a part of you wants to tell him you're welcome, another part of you is set on just staring at his pretty face until he notices. in the end, as aki's dumb, soft smile makes your heart race faster, your lips are left to purse into a pout.

you, you're pointing. foolish, you gesture hastily, almost angrily, with your thumb and your pinkie finger. your temple is knotted, droplets of water shimmer over your skin. then, you sign something he doesn't recognize. some form of movement that certainly carries a hint of disdain, pointing to him first, before two of your fingers press to your palm.

you demonstrate the sign again when he has no response, no reaction besides a small smirk — moving faster, hastier this time. he only shrugs. you breathe a frustrated exhale, and decide to spell the word instead. recalling what you've read from dropped books and drifting bottles, you picture the letters, and you let your hand carefully sign each one.

h- u- m- a- n.

aki shakes his head. he points to himself, he signs instead: a- k- i.

aki. you've never heard such a thing before. his name, perhaps? in that case, you don't think you'll be able to forget it.

"my name is aki," he murmurs. the breeze from the sea rustles his dark hair. it brushes over your cool skin, and you blame your resounding shiver on that, instead of his voice. finally, he points to you, this time. "and you?"