vielleicht erinnert sich noch jemand an den Post mit der Rentenversicherung neulich? ich habe da jedenfalls auch diese Anfrage gestellt und schlage mich daher nun mit einigem Papierkram rum (besser jetzt als in 30-40 Jahren!!!) — jedenfalls: bei mir ist es so, dass ich neben dem Studium zeitweise einen 20h-Nebenjob hatte, das wird ja auch genau deswegen so gehandhabt, weil man bei mehr als 20h Arbeit den Studistatus verliert und auch für die RV scheint das wieder relevant zu sein. Für den entsprechenden Zeitraum soll ich jetzt einerseits meine Wochenarbeitszeit (laut Arbeitsvertrag 20h) andererseits aber auch den zeitlichen Aufwand für den Arbeitsweg angeben — zusammen wären das ja dann mehr als 20h, das wird mir deswegen aber nicht nachteilig ausgelegt und der Zeitraum für die RV aberkannt, oder?! Kennt sich da jemand aus?
Forever grateful to those who like my posts enough to reblog them and in doing so give them visibility within the fandom (both in the Hazbin Lucifer and Darren Criss' fandoms)
Sincerely and with lots of love and appreciation,
me and my little blog ♡
@taakomg mentioned my Mark Likely design in the tags which i was so touched by because i didn’t think anyone would remember but also made me need to draw them again. as a practicing member of the sisterbrother community they are everything to me
thanks @bearlytolerant for the tag and for making me write again 🫶🏼 @everyone else, if you see this no you dont. but also have some space threesome
warning: smut ahead
He’d definitely never touched her like this. But god, oh god, was it good. Bracing himself over her with one hand, he let the other roam. Up the corded muscle of her arm. Over a scarred shoulder that sometimes gave her trouble, not that she'd ever admit it. He reached her breast and felt the satisfying weight and squish of it, then toyed with her nipple to make her moan again, adding his own when her pussy clenched tight around him as well. Then he pushed on, down her taut, flexing abdomen.
The last time he'd touched her here was to throw her to the mat, and two seconds later, she'd sprung back up with a face full of thunder.
“Please,” Shepard whispered, snapping James back into the present. “I'm so damn close.”
James dipped his fingers lower, through her rough, damp curls to cup her mound. He fumbled for a moment, struggling to find the moving target in a still-not-quite-familiar territory, but she slipped her own hand over his, guiding it to the right spot. Showing him how she liked to be touched.