Ok This Is Too Good To Keep To Myself

So I'm in an extremely precarious situation.

I have a credit score of 445, I have no idea what place might accept a credit score that low for a refinance on my vehicle, and I am 200% officially screwed if I don't have a vehicle with where I live. I have 13 days to find a place that will refinance me.

There is a high risk that if I have no vehicle and cannot find a job, me and my bestie will lose our home.

If there are any resources for refinancing, or even remote jobs that I can work, any suggestions will help.

Otherwise, I'll need $13,620 to buy my car back. I don't think anyone would ever donate for that, nor would I expect it. But if anyone has some spare money to help, I would appreciate every cent of it.

If you can't help, perhaps spreading the word might help me out. I need something, anything, to keep me going at this point. I feel out of hope and out of options.

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They took Bill's makeup away in Theraprism.

Canonically Bill wears mascara and eyeliner. He states that the Acient Egyptians were copying his makeup style and the Anti-Cipher Society describes him as a triangle with a very feminin eye. But in Theraprism we see him without his long lashes. Slaying isn't allowed in Theraprism.

he has in fact not seen everything

everyone wants to pet the cats but i have the big questions..

ccino.. *you stare into my beautiful eyes* can i pet you? *bats eyelids in a innocent manor* i will tip extra 🤍

(for my reputations sake this is all in a joking tone. i do not actually want to pet ccino sans from the ask blog ask the cat cafe.)

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You know those anime meta posts along the lines of “I was born with pink hair. The doctors told my parents I was a Main Character and ever since my life has not known peace from demons/spirits/sports competitions/harems who find me”

Well I see that, and I raise you this:

An anime boy whose appearance is, by absolutely anyone’s account, completely and utterly average. Mundane hair. Mundane eyes. Not even glasses to set him the tiniest bit apart. A simple, unmemorable, unrecognizable civilian among a backdrop of millions.

And he has a lot of passions, and a lot of ambitions, which he hones every chance he gets. He’s dabbled in sports and archery and cooking and just about anything you could wrap a competition around. And he’s competed in many of these. Every chance he gets. With all of his passion and all of his might.

He’s crushed by the competition every single time.

Until one day–one day something clicks for him. Something that should have seemed obvious from the start and yet never was–as though everyone, including himself, was unwittingly blind to it. It clicks, when he realizes every kid who’s beaten him in competition, every kid who’s gone on to fame and glory and acclaim, has been some candy-haired gel-spiked ridiculously-dressed fucker. 

There’s some trend there that this Main Character boy can’t explain and can’t understand but he decides, this one time, fuck it. He’ll play along too. He’s got a model train competition in four days, and he’s got nothing more to lose. He hits up the department store, buys the pinkest, noxious-est, fruitiest hair dye he can find, the spikiest hair gel available, and the gaudiest clothes on the thrift rack. He enters the model train competition looking like a bubble gum gijinka.

And he wins.

Suddenly, the other candy-haired contestants notice him. They talk to him. They pledge rivalries. Girls notice him. Judges applaud him. Acclaimed model train aficionados offer him internships across the world. He’s hit on something. 

The main cast expands to cover just about every candy-hair cliche in the book: from the mostly-normal-looking demure school girl with the blue hair to the Naruto-est, yelling-est boy with the red-and-green spiked hair. The cool megane senpais, the purple haired tsunderes, suddenly everyone is interested in him. They’re prodigies and upstarts and underdogs and they truly believe that this main character boy is one of them.

So the main character boy maintains his ruse. He touches up his roots at dawn every morning and carefully attends to his gelled spikes and tells absolutely no one about this great, uncanny, unfathomable secret he’s stumbled upon. He wins his competitions left and right. He racks up the acclaim. He’s hailed as a prodigy of all trades, just now bursting onto the scene, and boils to the top of all his candy-haired peers.

He’s rising up, his every dream within his grasp. Until one day he gets a note under his door, taped to an old picture of his Normal Boring self from middle school, that says “You don’t belong”

Art dump!! Uni has been kicking my ass this semester, so doing some quicker, fun sketches like this have been my life like recently

🌎 MINECRAFT AU PART 11🌎

Art by me 🍒

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I decided to redraw a work that is exactly two years old. that's all!!

there’s two wolves inside me

one says stick to canon and the other is have fun

they battle constantly

Don’t mind me just shooting green aura into your eyes as you read this auaaauhuaaaaaaaaaaauauauuauaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauaaaauaauuuuuuuuuuuuuauuuuuuuauauauaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa