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hey remember that post where i said i was at risk of being disowned? Well its happening! Here’s the rundown:

My name is Cyrus, I’m 20 years old, I’m a college student with parents who were insistent on paying for everything. I started T about a month ago. They found out. My options (at the moment) are: get totally disowned or be forced to live at home with them from now until who knows when. Living with them would certainly be my death, so im vying to get them to just dump me off like the trash they think i am. But, while that puts me in a better mental state and better state for the rest of my life, it puts me real bad financial state.

As i said, theyre paying for college and rent. I can drop out of college just fine, i dont care about that right now, but i need money for rent by the 4th of November at the latest. by the time that rolls around, i should have enough to pay for about a third of it, but to be on the safe side, Id like to have 600$ to cover some food costs as well. 

I have a job, once im sure i wont be going to school, Ill be getting another job and ill be making enough to support myself until i can find something better (probably make enough money to go to trade school so i can get way more money for myself)

But just for now, i need yalls help BAD. I will be taking commissions for those who want something for their money. You can look in #my art to find some examples of stuff 

Prices are as follows: linework: $10 bust, $15 half body, $20 full body Flat Color: $15 bust, $20 half body, $25 full body Shaded: $20 bust, $25 half body, $30 full body

For those fine with giving straight up donations, go here: paypal.me/CAservices

Me: Swedish, English, and reader-insert fanfiction.

My date:

My date: An example?

Me: I put on a f/c t-shirt and a s/f/c f/p skirt. I arrived at bff/n's house for their party and walked inside.

"Y/n!!!!" I heard someone scream. When I turned around I saw bff/n, f/1/n and f/2/n running towards me.

"Hi!" I said as we all hugged.

"Guess who's here?" bff/n asked.

"F/c/n?" I asked teasingly. Bff/n blushed.

"Yea he's here but he's not who I'm talking about. It's c/n." It was my turn to blush now.

"So? I don't care." I said.

"Sure." bff/n, f/1/n, and f/2/n said at the same time.

"Whatever." I mumbled before going over to the kitchen to grab some f/f and f/d.

My date:

smosh family secret santa

aye dark lord board af

nightmare before christmas clue bored af

the first show with no name

the episode where they make gingerbread houses

the fucking soda put it in my mouth episode where shayne has a break down

actually every single video where shayne has a break down

the restaurant and enderbent maricraft arcs

the havacado gaming with a twist episode (also known as the croc foot episode)

hot pepper mario party

IT CHAPTER 2 SPOILERS

Being in the town of Derry felt more surreal than anything. It didn’t seem real, actually being in the town your father grew up in. Richie didn’t talk about Derry, in fact, he never once mentioned his childhood. In the fifteen years you’d been alive, not once was Derry mentioned. The first time it had ever been mentioned had been the night he came home and started packing.

***

It hadn’t been that long since you’d gone to bed, 1:30 am most likely. Usually, you went to bed earlier, maybe 10 pm or 11 pm, but on nights when Richie had a show, it would be hours till you went to bed.

It was a tradition for you to watch every one of your dad’s stand up shows, and hope that some of the jokes you had written made it in. Richie made it his mission to have at least one of your own jokes in his set.

Tonight, he had included three of yours, which all went down well after his hiccup at the start. One of yours got the biggest laugh, and you could see Richie’s proud face through the screen.

It had been weeks since the sewers, since they defeated It, and the losers were all adjusting back to normalcy and the new school semester in their own ways. Stan was doing a better job of it than most. At least on the surface, that is.

It was Friday night and Richie and Stan were staying over at Bill’s house. They watched movies, ate way too much junk food, and simply enjoyed the start of their weekend. Everything was okay. It was okay until halfway through the third film of the night when there was a sniffle.

Richie turned to his left to find Stan with wet eyes, tears trailing down his cheeks, still staring at the screen. He was trying so hard not to move or draw attention to himself.

“Stanley?”

“I’m fine.”

Bill looked over at the two of them, worry striking him when he saw Stan.

“Stan, w-w-what’s wrong?” he asked, turning the volume down. “Richie, wha-what happened?”

Richie shrugged. “Stan, are you okay?”

Stan nodded, still not looking at the other two boys. He sniffed again.

“I’m fine,” he lied. “I’m absolutely, totally fi-.”

He broke on the last word, a sob escaping from his lips.

“Oh, Stan...” Bill stood, walking over to kneel in front of him.

“Sorry.” Stan drew his knees up, hiding his face against them. “I’m sorry.”

Richie and Bill glanced at each other, sharing a look of concern as Stan curled further in on himself. They had suspected he wasn’t handling things post-pennywise as well as he tried to convince them he was, but he had seemed okay. At least more okay than breaking down at a movie night.

Still they should have realised, especially after what had happened to him down there.

Richie moved closer on the couch.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, putting an arm around Stan’s shoulders. “Tell us what’s wrong?”

“No,” Stan murmured, his voice muffled against his legs.

“I-Is it... is there s-s-something we can do?”

A pause. Stan sniffled.

“Can you just stay with me?” he asked, finally looking up. His cheeks were pink and streaked with tears; he looked completely distraught. “Can you, um, can you just sit here with me? I just want to know that you’re here.”

“Yeah.” Bill offered a slight smile, “W-w-we can do that. It’s o-okay.”

Richie nodded, tightening his hold on Stan.