So I am really in a tight situation at the moment and i really need y’alls help. So i live in the area of Texas that got really fucked over by Harvey last year. My lost my house but I was able to find a new one easily, the only thing was that the energy bill for the month of when the hurricane hit and the month after went together and totaled at like $600.
The energy company has a payment plan where they slowly add that amount to upcoming bills to slowly have it paid off but if you miss a payment, you have to pay it & your current bill right then and there.
My mom’s paycheck for this month is really small and she is worried she won’t have enough to pay and we will have to pay our current bill & the amount left or we won’t have power until she gets it paid. I am just asking for like $200 or so, She has a good $200 set aside for the bill but it is usually around $390.
Here is my paypal.me so I easily transfer the money to her greendot card and I am begging you to please donate. I will make you graphics , I will draw you something or anything else but please, I would really appreciate it if you reblogged this post since my mom has to pay it by the end of this week ( the 1st )
We have until tomorrow morning to get the bill payed, please reblog
We have like 12 hours left to pay the bill and I feel like I am about not throw up because I only have like $150 : ^ )))
“ Bold to assume m’self would have to make bargains for power , tha clearly has grits for brains if tha believes such. Proper devils gain power from ambition alone , if souls were ones aim for satin hunger tha would already be a husk . “ Stiff inhale , cigarette holder stuck between index and middle digits. Didn’t like the smell of this one , evident by wrinkled blue skin around there nose. This one stinks. “ What business does tha have in these parts? Rare that ones such come for reasons none. “
———❝ Let’s pretend some infernal types from other gates like to… partner up to maximize capital. ❞ The very essence of devils imbues power to those who seek it. Rarely do you find demons that care little for personal gain, and still cling to values of old. Perhaps the immortal man was blessed to find such a devil. Perhaps it was merely by chance he stumbled into the contract. Either way, he had come for a reason, and the blue mask was beginning to grow eager with it.
❝ … Hypothetically speaking, would it be hard to return home? ❞
“I’m glad.” Lucy was glad to hear he enjoyed the race, it was, after all, one of her shared dreams with her husband. It gave the young girl happiness to hear the contestants’ responses, short or not.
“Oh? that’s kind to offer.” Lucy lifts her hand and held it out for the horse to sniff. “It’s been a good while since I was up close to a horse, personally.”
———❝ She’s an old cunt, but I think that’s what makes her as good as she is. ❞ He smiled at that, petting her white snout with his gloved fingers. The racer paused, eyes then turning to Lucy.
❝ Have you heard of the Spanish Riding School of Vienna? I actually purchased her from this order after they concluded she was too stubborn to ride. ❞
Something he personally found to be the winning ingredient.
AN UPDATE TO THIS : I wish I could get a better thing for proof of where money is going so people aren’t weary. I’ll get that soon. Looks like they’ve jacked up the prices which is freaking fantastic but it’s what I’ve got to do.
Going to a shelter is just not in the cards as I can’t risk missing out on my gigs because of their curfews and such. They actually make you pay two months in advance, which isn’t the greatest for me but what can I do? I can come up with a good chunk of one month but two months is a lot. That’s $1900.
I cannot sit here and expect others to blindly donate to me. I’m just hoping for a miracle, to be honest.
If you can reblog and/or help, I will appreciate it more than you could ever know.
i should probably add the paypal link oops. but yes, please reblog. ❤️
… Caught; though he tried to not be noticed so quickly he managed a few days of silence; taking in the fact that – Jesus shitting Christ, he wasn’t in the place he died in; and — this place was snazzy as fuck. Micah did his bit of poking his head around; watching the guy sleep a few nights; the shower wasn’t all that impressive when he watched from the ceiling; but hey; what was a horny teen ghost meant to do?
Eyes moved from one end of the balcony to the next, allowing translucent feet to rest on the metal bar, or at least mimic standing on it like he was about to jump off. “You know, I honestly have no idea. Like one minute I was in my death building place of fire and soot boredom; the next, here I was. Watching ya sleep, which looked really comfortable by the way.”
A snap of fingers and the disguise melted away; something he got the hand of with his new abilities as an undead, but the clinging to the hot guy; not a clue on how that happened. “After, by the way. Nice pair, bud. Serious B cup going on there. Also — you’re not a cop.” Micah saw a whole bunch of nothing to suggest this guy was part of the force. But he didn’t push on, instead he twisted on his toes and faced the building again. “Mind if I crash here?”
———Elliot took a long drag, eyes shut as he let the spirit speak. Something about how the boy died put a bad taste in his mouth. He blinked, waving off the nausea and gathering his thoughts precisely. How would he go about this? It wasn’t like the ghost had much mobility, nor could he communicate further than the usual medium or seer.
❝ Really, if you want some answers, I’d be fine with giving them to you so long as you live here. ❞ He held out an open palm, taking a final drag off his cigarette before putting it out on his bare skin. The pain in his hand was meager compared to what he was used to; the man’s threshold had become somewhat alarming over the years. Dropping the butt, he waited with his hand open as the deep burn quickly reformed into fair skin.
❝ To start, my name is Elliot, and I’m a hundred and seven. ❞
———❝ Hold the car! ❞ The man slowed from his sprint, opening the taxi door and sliding in with an exasperated look. All morning, he’d been trying to hail a cab. If he wasn’t at the firm in the next 30 minutes, he’d be fired for sure.
———❝ I’m a big fan of dad rock, but maybe that’s just what I grew up with. ❞ He smiled, brushing a bit of his bangs from his face. Something about his phrasing seemed to linger. He did enjoy the music, but much later in his life.
❝ Do you keep much vinyl yourself? I’d imagine with the new fad, you’d get some discounts from working here. ❞
———The sensation of pain in his wrists and ankles told him all he needed to know. Olive eyes becoming accustomed to the overhead light, the man blinked away the floating afterimages as he finally came to. He rocked his head from one side to the next, limply rolling to ease the overnight cricks that resting in such a position had created. This was bullshit.
❝ You know, it’s awfully strange finding myself in the chair, all things considered. ❞ A quip, if he could manage even that. His captor knew who he was, or at least, knew someone who did. A shame, really. He’d done so much to separate himself from his work.
❝ So am I keeping all my teeth and toenails, or did you have something else in mind? ❞
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