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Rumour’s true, anon. I’ve seen him do it.

Those are a wot of boxes, Mister! Do you need some hewp?

I love hewping!

[Oh no. Tiny child. Boxes. Tiny child. Boxes filled with magic drugs that make your eyes set things on fire (themselves, to be precise) if you sneeze too hard. Illegal in pretty much all the countries, three different other planes of existence, and very, very fun to give to a “friend” when they’re having a cold and you know they’re the ones who sold your favourite mugs.

But that’s not the problem. The problem? CHILD. CHILD WANT HOLD THINGS. It’d be fine if she, say, opened it, the shit was made to look like containers of oregano. But you never know who can see through that kind of shit and when they’ll decide to take a fuckin’ peek. And what happens to people who let kids carry drugs for them?]

Oh, nah, I got these ones. However..!

[Not finding out today. Nope. Instead, he locates the One(1) box that is not, in fact, chock full of super-pinkeye-leafs, but rather yet another mini wizard statue that looked a little different from the sixty-three other mini wizard statues he’s hoarded and therefore is interesting enough to pilfer. The box is fairly big compared to the wizard’s proportions; most of the empty space is filled with foam peanuts.]

You look big an’ strong, can I entrust you with a really, super important mission?

[He slowly scoots the box out, wheezing and heaving to make it look like he’s pushing against a fucking car rather than a one-pound box of nerdiness and tomfoolery.]

What’s in the box?

WhOa uh hey there, buddy, uh, let’s just.

[Gently shrugs the box away from those nefarious nabbers. Gently. Politely. Excuse me sorry pardon moi.]

“Did ya now?” he shot back, watching Lamont’s little balancing act with the rather decently sized case of booze. He grunted slightly at being elbowed in the arm, but that’s alright because he returned the favor by twisting his leg upward and kicking Lamont’s ass.

Luce waited a moment before following Lamont into the living quarters. “You don’t need t’apologise t’me about that, doofus. We both get busy,” he said, walking past Lamont in order to come around the other side of the couch and flop down on it. “So whatchya wanna do for you very late birthday, lardbutt? My treat.”

Lamont grunted in response, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck briefly before stuffing it back into his pocket. “Hey now, I’m tryna be polite here,” he retorted with a snicker. Plopping himself down on the other end of the couch, he stretched an arm out to pull out one of the smaller bottles of beer.

hannawolfcross:

hannawolfcross:

Hey everyone,

My name is Hanna and I’m 33 years old. I’ve been out of work for four years due to illness and also I was taking care of my dying mother. I just got a job and start next month, however…

I caught my husband of ten years cheating on me and telling his mistress that he wishes he could snap his fingers and end our marriage. I need emergency finances so I can have essentials like food while I wait for my first paycheck as I’m currently trying to move in with a relative for the time being.

My paypal is [email protected] and I’ll appreciate anything that could be sent my way to help me separate myself from this garbage man who lied to me.

Thank you,

    Hanna

So things have gotten a bit worse.

I caught him trying to put a lock on the bedroom door- the bedroom he’s forcing me to share with him because he is asserting this is “his house” and I have no rights.

Even worse still, he’s making it difficult for me to get things like groceries. He says I have to send him a list and when I try to insist on going to pick out my own things, he’ll become aggressive and irritable and state “I prefer you just send me a list” making it so it’s difficult for me to get out of the house at all since he won’t take me anywhere aside from the doctor and my job. Anything else he says “I refuse to be your taxi”.

I can’t guarantee rides from my family because they’re all sick, so push comes to shove, I’ll need to hire an uber or a lyft- but that requires money and currently, while I’ve gotten wonderful donations, I need to be careful because I don’t know how long it’ll be before I get a paycheck.

Please. I understand if you can’t send anything, all I ask is for signal boosts so that hopefully those who can and are willing will help me.

Thank you all so much for the donations I’ve gotten and for your support!

- Hanna

Another update-

I don’t know how much a lawyer is going to cost, but I need to get one and can’t use legal aid because of a lawsuit involving the house we live in.

Speaking of. Soon to be ex is holding it over my head that his name is the only one on the paperwork, using that to demand to know if I have someone come over and control what I can and can’t do- even where I put my clothes. My clothes are all sitting on a tote because he won’t let me put them in the dressers he said I could have when I eventually move out.

I’m sorry for posting this so much, but each day is worse and worse. He’s abusing me emotionally and economically and if I didn’t require having at least an office, my family would’ve taken me in by now and I’d sleep on the couch.

I’ve gotten a great deal of love and support, and for that I’m grateful. I just still have a long way to go before I can get out of here and now I have to add on the cost of an attorney.

Thank you and if you can’t donate, please at least reblog for me.

Thank you

- Hanna

Another update:

Now he’s trying to get me to talk about the divorce before I meet with a lawyer and while I’m still being forced to live with him. I have no independence to try and do any negotiations.

Again. I really am grateful for all the support and I’m sorry I keep reposting this, but I really need the help because the lawyer alone is going to be so expensive on top of needing the finances to move out. Thank you for taking the time to listen/reblog/donate. Really anything that helps me right now.