#but beggers can’t be choosers

[aaandbackstabbed]

Scrooge: why did you never tell me?

Goldie: it was kind of a personal issue.

Scrooge: you being in love with also sorta involves me

[chilling-seavey]

Been waiting two months for content from him, only for it to now be blonde content

[antarctic-empires]

Luna my two married white British men from the North who are both good at building are in a team together I’m going crazy. Literally a team made for me I’m so excited

Yassss it’s such a good team!! I’m sure they’ll have some amazing banter agshshsh

And with Pete on their team they actually have a decent chance of placing well!!

[justisco]

harry tinky winky is scrapping captain sexy

[deathnoteshit]

L typing on his laptop on the couch:

Mello in a vent with Matt: fuck!

L looking around confused: hello? Is someone there?

Mello: no! Move over shithead.

Matt: I can’t. It’s the voices!

L: how come my voices sound like Mello and Matt in a vent?

Matt: beggers can’t be choosers

[glommergoop]

plz help

ok i’m just gonna. make a post asking for help and force myself to not delete it no matter how embarassed i am. please help me. tdlr: disabled/mentally ill trans system host has been unemployed for over a year and can’t consistently pay for rent and food!!

i’ve been trying to find consistent work for over a year and have had a couple interviews or other promising stuff, but nothing’s turned out. i keep trying to do commissions of multiple types (art, writing, and more), but i’ve literally gone 5+ months without a client sometimes. when i do get commissions it’s usually not for very much. i’m selling things i own online and locally. i’m borrowing money and risking getting into debt. i DO have section 8 now, which pays most of rent, i still have $30 to pay but genuinely even $30 is starting to become. impossible to get. if i’d also like to eat (non-expired, non-trash) food every week. i also work with a place that’s supposed to help disabled people find work but they’ve been treating me very poorly and constantly shifting me around to different workers instead of helping me with what i ask them to do (help me find job experience so i can be more comfortable at work). it’s really frustrating and i feel trapped.

i’m literalyl trying every option and still nothing is keeping me afloat and i can’t fucking live this way anymore so i’m just gonna become the ebeg guy!

i really just need at least $30 a month for what’s left of rent but would like to try to raise $185 - 185 is the average (give or take a bit) amount of bills that i have each month. not much in the long run, but still literally way out of my budget. i am frequently having to just let bills go unpaid until things get threatened to get cut off because i cannot make enough fucking money and i’m so tired. if i could get $185 i’d actually have some breathing room and maybe be able to save money. but also i’m aware that’s kind of a lot. beggers can’t be choosers, anything helps.

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*edited* 10/11/2022: i made an amazon wishlist and put the items that are really hard to afford rn (pads, cat food etc) on it. if you don’t have monetary support but have amazon credit around or something feel free to pick from there! https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/33WLF6K5UNUTT?ref_=wl_share 

[hlvstia]

can you write a fic about yachi maybe some angst to comfort but it has to have comfort at the end !

— hanahaki, yachi.

wsp y’all!! haven’t been here for a while :) can’t wait to get back into writing <33 also, been wanting to write more kpop one shots :o and still marvel ofc! lmk what y’all want next by submitting in my inbox.

UNDER RE WRITING CUZ BITCH ASS TMBLR 😭 i know there’s repeats in this

pair : yachi x fem!reader ( men dni plsss )

“[y/n], there’s this manager in my volleyball and she’s just… so pretty. i think i like her,” her bright voice lit up the room, but for you? oh, you were aching so bad.

you felt nothing but this aching pain in this heart, your throat feeling like there was something stuck in there. simply, your heart was heart because of her.

“that’s great, yachi… but excuse me. i’m gonna use the restroom,” giving a quick smile, you ran to the bathroom, shutting it behind you.

‘shit!’

your heart was racing each second, your hands clutching your chest.

why did she have to like another person, other than you?

“shit, shit, shit—” you mumbled, facing yourself towards the toilet as you began to cough; but it was unusual. the object that came out of you were flowers? but, they were lillies. which resembled a lost loved one, normally they were used for death but losing yachi felt like death to you.

“[y/n]? are you okay?” yachi knocked on the door, putting her ear against the door. “uh, yeah! i’m okay… just cleaning up.” you lied through your teeth, flushing the toilet as you washed yourself up.

opening the door, you were greeted by a concerned yachi. “i heard you coughing a lot… just wanted to check up on you.” her hands placed on your shoulder, rubbing them softly. “i’m fine, trust me…” you pushed her hands off, giving her a fake smile.

❦

“could you help me out today? volleyball is taking an off day, we kinda need it…” you and yachi were beside each other, walking towards the city bus stop. “sure! but aren’t you suppose to help kageyama and hinata?” you questioned, sitting down.

“i was suppose to, but they’re busy with a team dinner.”

“you aren’t going?”

“no, i’d rather stay in and catch up on grades…” she looked gloomy, more than usual. “what’s wrong?” you threw an arm around her, giving her an assuring pat. “it’s kiyoko… i think she likes tanaka.”

yk per se, you were quite happy that kiyoko possibly likes tanaka— but again, you’re suppose to be yachi’s friend, and actually comfort the poor girl.

“hey, it’s gonna be okay… people are going to move on, and plus, she missed out on a huge deal. you’re so perfect, and you deserve the most perfect partner ever,” you whispered, comforting her. “you really think so, [y/n]?” she wiped her tears, looking up to meet your eyes. “i really do think so, yachi. you’ll find someone soon…”

and you wished that ‘someone’ was you. but beggers can’t be choosers, sadly.

♡

“here, wrap this around you.” your hands grazed against her shoulders, placing the coat around her body. “thank you, but what about you?” questioning, her head turned towards you— it was cute, seeing her nose and cheeks with a pink tint. “i’ll be okay! i’m gonna have to leave in a bit anyways. i got practice in a bit!” you giggled, balancing your weight on the arms as they were placed on the concrete.

“oh, for what?”

“i play the guitar, yachi. i’m in a band with my friends.”

for some reason, she was shocked— that you had the courage to actually play an instrument, let alone an instrument that requires good finger work and memory. “what’s with that look?” you arched an eyebrow, flicking her forehead. “i’m only shocked because i was wondering why your arms were so… masculine? which i love, of course…” her cheeks grew even more pinker than before, looking away to hide her face.

“well? don’t be shy and kiss me. i’m about to leave, idiot.”

to think of it, it was very bold of you to say, considering the both of you were only in the talking stage, or at least, ‘wanting to be more than friends’ stage. “w-what?”

rolling your eyes, you used your free hand to grab her jaw and pull her lips towards yours, exchanging a spark. she closed her eyes as she became more comfortable within, tugging on your shirt to pull you more closer.

and without words, you pulled away, smiling over at the fact how shy she was being right now. “maybe we can continue this later, see ya.”

“bye…”

[lavenderstemssss]

Thinking way too much…

Sooo my brain is in overdrive and I can’t get the thought of intimacy out of my head so I’m gonna just word vomit here. Having never experienced it, I ask myself these questions and have these thoughts pretty often.

The idea that someone is so physically close to me I can feel the heat of their skin and breath. I’ve always wondered if the touch from a lover feels different to say that of a regular friend or family member. Does it feel like your skin is on fire even if it’s not necessarily sexual touch? Or is it more of a safe, comforting feeling?

When you stare into someone’s eyes is the connection really that electric. Do you notice every inch of person’s body? Every pore, scar, hair, dimple, bumps, stretch marks?

What is it like to hear someone’s voice from that distance? Does it vibrate through every bone in your body sending shocking waves and give you goosebumps or shivers? Is it true that you can be intoxicated by just someone’s scent? So addicted to it that it’s forever lodged in your mind?

And that’s just the physical stuff, what about the mental aspects of intimacy. Man I can’t even bring myself to try and understand that yet.

You know I have this fear. That I’ll never have the answers to my silly little questions. I could literally die tomorrow and I’d never know. But I always asked the universe for one selfish thing.

A girl just wants to have her first kiss. I won’t be greedy and ask for more. Just one and I think id be okay with that. I mean not really (I’m kind of crying as I type this) but beggers can’t be choosers I guess. I wonder if just one kiss could answer all my questions.

So yeah that’s my word vomit. If you actually read this or care I’d love to word vomit on other topics 😂😂

[willinglyghoulified]

Diaries of Anarchy: a FO4 Fic

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Excerpt: April 29, 2259

“Guard!” I called again desperately as the sweat poured down my forehead. I was clingin’ to the bars of my cell, the cool metal givin’ me a small amount of relief against my fevered body.

“What is it now, McDonough?” said the guard from a few feet away.

“Please, I’m going to fucking die if you don’t give me some Buffout.”

“Can it. We’re not providing you with chems.”

I tried to hit the bars roughly, but the Buffout withdrawal made me so weak, I was lucky to stand up straight. “You fucking asshole!”

“Hey, give this guy somethin’ so he’ll shut the hell up!” said another prisoner. “It’s been two goddamn days!”

“Quiet, all of you! You’re in here for a reason, now deal with it!”

I let myself fall onto my cot and cry. My muscles hurt so goddamn bad. I was goin’ insane from the pain, wanted to tear my own limbs off so that I didn’t have to feel the contractions in my muscles.

“It’s been two days, John,” said Nick’s cool voice from the other side of my cell.

I sat up and whipped my head around to face him. “Nick, thank God. I need a fix. Please. You have to help me. I’m gonna die.”

“I actually brought you a little present.” He took an inhaler out of his pocket. “Addictol will fix your symptoms, but you’ll need more than one dose. I can bring you some more tomorrow if you’re willing.”

I took the inhaler from him and stared at it. “This has to be a joke.”

“This is no joke, John. Look at you -- you look like death warmed over. You need this, and you’re just going to have to deal with it. Beggers can’t be choosers.”

I inhaled its contents before the next wave of muscle spasms hit me. Then I growled and threw the inhaler to the ground. “Bet you’re lovin’ this, Nick. You and every saint in this damn city always looked at me with pity, always wanted me to give up the chems, and now I gotta.”

“I wouldn’t say I love it, John. But I do have hope that this is what it takes for you to see the light. There are people who care about you out here.”

“Heh. You’d be the only one. My brother kicked me outta the house. I won’t have a place to go after this.” I wiped the sweat from my brow, already feeling calmer after taking the Addictol.

“He does care about you, John. But he’s not gonna fall victim to your toxic behavior. Believe me when I say that he’s doing what’s best for him.”

“What a load of crap...”

“Hm. Whatever you say. I’ll be back tomorrow when I get the chance to bring you some more Addictol.”

As he left, I plopped back down on my cot and sighed. I was finally gettin’ some relief from the Addictol, but I knew it wasn’t gonna last. I enjoyed it while I had it.

Like this pre-sequel so far? 

(There are more books in this series on my Wattpad! This is Book 0. Book 1 is the novelization of my SS. Book 2 is BOS focused. Book 3 is my WIP and features Nuka World, with Hancock as the Overboss. Books 4, 5, and 6 have teasers available to read on my Wattpad as well!)

[ikiruaincatseye]

Laying low

It’s been nice to settle down for a while and enjoy myself... I should do this more often! Unsure how long exactly it’ll take for Red to return, I need this eye fixing up. Ah well, beggers can’t be choosers!

[the-empress-7]

I wish both of them didn’t go but beggers can’t be choosers I guess. Now I hope that I don’t see Hazmat running like a little b*tch trying to get a photo of him with Will and Catherine like at PP’s funeral!!

He will have a face like thunder during the entire thing, just watch.

[gene-forrester]

beggers can’t be choosers but i do wish in the movie enjolras smiled whenever grantaire approached/joined him before dying together (as he did in the book). kind of like how he smiled softly whenever marius rejoined the revolution.

[belokhvostikova]

A thousand of you follow me! WHAT?!

I truly cannot express my utmost appreciation to you all, because no words hold the merit. You all are candidly just that wonderful, and I hope you recognize that. Thank you so much for your gracious support, I love you ❤️

And big recognitions to the porn bots that make up a fifth of my followers! Beggers can’t be choosers, so I’ll take what I can get. Thank you!

[jhsharman]

Hawaiian shirt

Archie no longer likes pink?

The expression beggars can’t be choosers was first recorded in John Heywood’s A dialogue conteinyng the nomber in effect of all the prouerbes in the Englishe tongue, published in 1562: “Beggers should be no choosers, but yet they will: Who can bryng a begger from choyse to begge still?” The proverb was most probably well known before its publication.

I feel there is probably a redoubt of the 'choosy' use which signifies something specific about the author's cultural surroundings -- somewhere and some time with the different expression -- But I would not know what it is.

[sammydem0n64]

✏️ + 🍰 + 👑 + 🖍️ forrer zeo !

ZEO. MY LOSER.

🍰 Fav cake flavor? Are they specific about types of cake?

I feel like he’d only enjoy standard cupcakes (vanilla and chocolate cake with whatever frosting) but I can imagine him enjoying a slice of smth else every now and then. He doesn’t know shit about cakes aside from that so he doesn’t have it in him to be particular (then again maybe his preference for cupcakes counts?)

👑 what does your oc want to be remembered as? Why?

Not some lowlife loser, that’s for sure.

✏️ is there a particular quote/lyric you associate with them?

Got a small list!

Thought of this while writing this but the ENTIRETY of “I’m Not a Loser” from the spongebob musical. Because he’s delusional.

This is so embarrassing but I misheard the lyric of “victorious over my dead body, sometimes I just scare myself” from Fighting With the Melody as “I’ll just kill myself” which I also thought was in reference to the NSFW lyrics. Like I thought the lyric was implying the person Jimmy Urine wants to rock the body of was like “over my dead body” hence the kill myself line. THAT is Zeo-core but apparently that’s not even a lyric so?? Pretend that it is my vision is great.

Various things Randy Jade from dialtown said (sorry randy), mostly him saying “beggers can’t be choosers” when asked about his sexuality and smth along the lines of good thing my pants are already wet! ...cause otherwise I’d have to change them.” After he got flirted with YES the implication is nasty LMFAO

🖍 what advice would you give them

LMFAO 😭 realistically I don’t have patience for people like Zeo irl so I’d tell him to shut the fuck up

But for actual advice, I suppose I’d tell him to move on with life. He needs to learn to let go but also accept that he was hurt in life and obviously has things relating to his past he refuses to process. He needs to allow himself to heal instead of getting the validation he craves from others in the way he does.

[yahoo201027]

Well apparently, beggers can’t be choosers. Especially when having to commit a duty.