#check my transaction status

[addynagar]

A Simplified Guide for Education Loan Repayment

Education loans are beneficial for people achieving their academic dreams. But the repayment process can often filled with lots of confusions. Getting educational loan isn't that much hard as you think. With an online open savings bank account and necessary documents, you can easily apply for an educational loan. However, with a structured approach and understanding of available options, managing education loan repayments becomes manageable. If you are thinking about getting an education loan or have already got one, this guide explores actionable steps to ensure a smooth repayment journey.

Understanding Loan Terms and Conditions

Before discussing repayment, thoroughly review the terms and conditions of your education loan. Understand interest rates, repayment schedules, and any additional fees associated with the loan. Evaluate your current financial status to determine how much you can afford to repay each month. Consider factors such as income, expenses, and other financial obligations to make the best deals.

Setting Up a Zero Balance Bank Account

To streamline repayment, consider zero balance account opening app specifically dedicated to loan repayments. This account ensures that your loan payments are separated from your regular expenses, making it easier to track and manage repayments. This account will serve as the primary channel for efficiently managing your education loan payments.

Exploring Repayment Options

Familiarize yourself with the various repayment options available for education loans. These may include standard repayment plans, income-driven repayment plans, or refinancing options. Select the repayment plan that most closely matches your financial circumstances and objectives. Develop a repayment strategy based on your financial capabilities and loan terms. Determine whether you'll make fixed monthly payments or opt for a flexible repayment plan. Set realistic goals and timelines to stay on track with your repayment journey.

Automating Loan Payments

Take advantage of automatic payment options offered by lenders or banking institutions. Automating your loan payments ensures timely and consistent repayments, reducing the risk of missed deadlines and late fees. Incorporate loan repayments into your monthly budgeting process. Prioritize loan payments alongside essential expenses to ensure they're accounted for each month. As your income or expenses fluctuate, make the necessary adjustments to your budget.

Seeking Assistance if Needed

Banks provide you with a particular period called a moratorium period, which denotes the time period between your course completion and your first EMI. You may get a job immediately or not. Depending on your situation, the period will differ. If you encounter financial difficulties or anticipate challenges in meeting repayment obligations, don't hesitate to reach out to your lender. Many lenders offer assistance programs or loan modification options to help borrowers manage their loans effectively.

Monitoring Progress and Making Adjustments

Monitor your loan repayment progress regularly and make adjustments as necessary. Stay informed about your remaining balance, interest accrual, and any changes to repayment terms. Adjust your strategy if your financial situation or goals evolve over time.

Final thoughts 

Education loan repayment doesn't have to be overwhelming. By following this simplified guide and leveraging available resources, you can navigate the repayment process with confidence and achieve financial freedom. Many banks offer the convenience of online open savings bank account. Take advantage of this facility to establish a designated account for loan repayments.

[crosby-interesting]

I used to think I don’t about love & infidelity as long as there is money & a desirable lifestyle. Now at 25, seeing the dynamic of the stay at home girlfriend relationships something in my brain switched. At that glitters truly isn’t gold. After a few yrs of being with a rich man, don’t you they realize the riches start to become ordinary? At age 40, will curated instagram posts of ur “relationship goals” & designer goods still distract from the blandness of the relationship in the same way it did in ur 20s-30s? If the relationship is transactional; ur youth & beauty, exchanged for his money & fame, don’t u realize this dynamic does not lean towards ur benefit as a woman? Don’t they realize superficial relationships such as these once ur youth fades his gaze will wander? Selling ur youth to a man who isn’t sure of u is a betrayal to urself. He can divorce at 55, still be rich, create a new family with a 25 yr old version of u while ur now age 55 depending on monthly checks from him, with a few of his kids & a old house he left u. Will u, a woman, start over as easily as he did at age 55 getting a 25 yr old to marry & play step parent ? Good luck with that. Youth for women is what money is for men. The difference is, one is fleeting & majority of wags fail to realize that. The man can find a way to earn more money, the woman, (despite surgeries & creams) can not find a way to earn more youth. This is why it’s crucial to marry a man that is boastful of u, respects, & through his actions has proven commitment. Connor Mcdavid cheated on Lauren Kyle in the peak of her youth, so what’s stopping him from cheating when she’s 50 & he, a man of status & wealth, can still attract 20 yr olds with no effort? They dated 9 YEARS, yet he magically proposes 1 yr after being caught on video cheating? Connor publicly humiliated Lauren & didn’t respect her enough to publicly apologize. Kobe Bryant who had cheating allegations admitted at a press conference to his infidelity & publicly apologized for the shame he brought to his wife. Connor didn’t just have allegations he was on VIDEO cheating, yet didn’t bother to to post even a pathetic generic IG story apologizing in Lauren’s honor,he rather let his fans call Lauren a gold digger & doormat under her IG pictures still to this day. But his sudden urge to propose 1yr after cheating makes it better, right? Coincidently 1 yr after Connor conveniently proposed, his other lap dog Leon Drasaital magically felt the same urge as Connor & proposes after 7 YEARS of dating Celeste Desjardins & oddly 2 weeks before Connor’s wedding. 7 yrs dating a man whose trying to finish school, or work up to financially provide is understandable. But 7 yrs of dating is a lifetime when the man has nothing to worry about besides being paid millions to literally play a game while u wait tending to his home playing house keeper & dog watcher. Did Leon know Celeste was the one? No. But he did know he wants to keep up with the one he prioritizes, captain Mcdavid (who by the way didn’t bother to claim Leon as a best man…) So Lauren with a man who publicly cheated, doesn’t respect respect or protect her, looks as “excited” with her as he does when doing post game media. And Celeste, with a man who kept her as a placeholder for 7 years, until out of pressure finally decided he was ready to commit to marriage despite the fact she’s been committed to centering her world around him, so much that for the past 5 yrs she been publicly online making imaginary wedding Pinterest boards & uploading pictures with him on Pinterest with the tags #couplegoals #wag #Nhlwag #model #hockeyWags and also started following engagement ring accounts and various accounts about “tips advice to getting a man to commit” on IG 3 days after her bestie got engaged. A fairytale manufactured inside of a misogynistic nightmare is the only way to describe these 2 relationships. This is all my meaningless observation of course. Time will tell. Actions will speak for themselves, as they always do. I’ve seen this story before.

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#WillYouStillLoveMeWhenImNoLongerYoungAndBeautiful #LaurenDesjardins sorry i meant #LaurenKyle and #CelesteDesjardins #LeonMcdavid sorry I meant #LeonDraisaitl and #ConnorMcCheater aka #ConnorMcdavid

That was brilliant! I'm sure many here will unconditionally agree with you! Thank you

The girls from Edmonton still have time to have children and provide for themselves based on this fact. But those who did not receive a ring or a child and lost decades on an unequal union - they are in complete ass

[iww-gnv]

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[sybilius]

Having my "what's all this then" moment about Chappell Roan (she's great) and I have to say there is something so incisive and wonderful and queer about "Good luck, Babe!" But especially about this:

Ooh, and when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night

With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife

Like there absolutely is a dimension of Straight culture where acquiring a husband / wife is nothing more than a box to check, a status symbol. Obvious disclaimer this does not apply blanket to most straight relationships but you also 100% understand that the repressed bi or lesbian that the song sings about would end up gravitating towards that kind of transactional relationship just to paper over her anxieties about being earnestly queer. Anyways. It's good

[leanderfields]

kintsugi ch. 01 ⦂

series masterlist → next

SYNOPSIS: Life as a Highborn noble can be as lavish and extravagant as one makes it out to be. After all, money talks in these parts of Eridia. Every interaction is transactional. Even relationships, a horrible realization that you had when turning down one too many marriage– or rather, business– proposals. But when all hope in love is lost, a thief breaks into your bedroom in the dead of night. He’s charming and easy on the eyes, but is your heart the only thing he’ll take?

C/W: none; see series masterlist for general warnings

A/N: This is my Leander gives Flynn Rider energy agenda •ू(ᵒ̴̶̷ωᵒ̴̶̷*•ू) ​ )੭ु⁾

Love. An artist’s beloved muse. A poet’s treasured inspiration. An emotion so driving, everlasting, unconditional, and knew no bounds– or so the stories say. The theaters had no shortage of stage plays about love. Most bookstores had their romance sections stocked with every trope imaginable– soulmates, fairytale retellings, rivals turned romantic partners and everything a hopeless romantic hoped for. Everything you hoped for. 

You could not pinpoint when this infatuation with the idea of a love so fleeting started, but it did start with a childlike innocence. “Just one more bedtime story,” you would tell your nanny. One more about the frog and the princess. One more about the mermaid and the prince. One more about the beast and the beauty. 

By the time you reached the ripe age of sixteen, your infatuation was more so an obsession. A burning curiosity replaced your childlike innocence. Just one romance novel. Just to see what the rave was about, to see what happens next. And then one became two. Then two became too many. Now your bookshelves were filled with nothing but books about love. Pure love. Passionate love. Prevailing love. These novels built cathedrals from catharsis and heated confessions. All of which were fleeting, leaving you rosy-cheeked, kicking your feet, giggling and dreaming of the day you would be on the receiving end of such heartfelt words. 

All of which were lies– a terrible realization that occurred to you by the time you reached the debutante age. Letters and bouquets with cards attached all asked for one thing: your love, but not the love you were familiar with. Their love was written in quadruple digits and checks.

The love you knew and adored was the one thing nobles from Hightown could not afford. Love was not pure, passionate or prevailing nor was it fleeting. Love was transactional. In the hellscape that was high society, marriage was a means to elevate or maintain a certain status. Courtship was a means of networking and marriage was akin to signing a business deal. Perhaps that was one of the reasons romance was such a popular genre amongst Highborn nobles. Their lives were so devoid of love that they sought respite in fantasies of fiction. You were no different in that sense, but you wanted to believe. You wanted to hope that a love would eventually sweep you off your feet one day. 

Times had progressed. There were aristocrats who married for love, but such a case was as rare and costly as an argyle diamond, something not many would invest in. True love took time and time was money. High society had a consensus– why marry for love when you could marry a prospect that you perhaps grow to love? And if you did not love your prospects, you could find another one. After all, business was business and there were no hard feelings or any feelings, really. 

You sighed as you threw another envelope into the waste bin by your desk. You propped your hand onto your knuckles and let your gaze linger on your dusty bookshelf. You had not read a single novel since you made your entrance into fashionable society. Months passed and you assumed that the worst was over. Like any fad in Hightown, you assumed that the topic of your age and your fairly average birthday party would eventually become irrelevant, allowing you to indulge in the latest releases, but you were presumptuous and sorely underestimated how relentless lords and dukes were when it came to finding their sons a bride. To this day, you were as busy as ever. Hundreds of letters were delivered to your estate each day. Some were business proposals and others were outright marriage proposals while some were discreet invitations to social events, but almost all of them were from notable families which meant you had to reply with a letter to accept or decline. Otherwise, it would be discourteous and bad blood between nobles was more of a hassle than writing a letter. You turned your attention to the evening sky. The stars were blinded by the city lights, but they offered you the peace and solace that no one else could. 

Friendships were not as transactional as courtship was in Hightown, but it was a snake pit of its own. Wealth. Status. Power. Knowledge of such topics shaped the value of friendship. Friendships were based on usefulness. How beneficial was it to befriend someone of this family? Would that tarnish your reputation? There was also gossip, gossip and more gossip– a lady’s favorite item on the menu at afternoon tea parties. One was a “good” friend if one had the latest scoops and one was a “bad” friend if one dispelled any rumors. 

Personally, you considered yourself an average friend. You knew the latest gossip, but you were never one to spread anything. You only ever added to conversations once in a while to keep yourself “useful”. You nodded in agreement and engaged in small talk when necessary, but you also kept your distance. Snakes, or anything that looked remotely like one, terrified you. 

Your novels were to blame. They had raised your expectations for friendship as they raised your expectations for love. Romance was all you ever read, but characters had other relationships as well–  friendships. Friends who would break a love interest’s bones if they dared to break the main character’s heart. Friends who always had each other’s backs and would move mountains for the other.

Or perhaps those novels were to blame but for a different reason. You preferred a quiet afternoon of light reading to a garden party with constricting walls. Books were a thousand times better than polite snickers and compliments laced with venom. You were on the edge of your seat whenever you read about a passionate kiss and drained every time you attended an event. There was no competition between the two. 

Either way, you were greedy. Selfish, even. Despite all the money at your disposal, you wanted true love and true friendship, two of the rarest things in Hightown. No aristocrat could afford love in any form.

You sighed once more. You were ruminating instead of getting through your paperwork again. The witching hour was near and it was getting cold. The candlelight flickered in the evening breeze. You drew your shawl closer to your chest as you rose from your seat. You picked up your brass chamberstick and made your way to your balcony window to draw the curtains. As you approached the glass pane, the wind rushed past you and your candle wick snuffed itself out. Your brows furrowed. The breeze just now was far stronger than the one earlier. This one was more of a gale… which was strange. You were stationed at your desk with your window open for several hours. The breezes that came into your room barely swayed the curtains. The one just now threw your curtains into disarray. You shook your head and grabbed onto the window latch. Were you that drowsy? You read before that lacking sleep was akin to being drunk. The window shut with an audible click and you spun your heel, ready to turn in for the night.

Your eyes widened, locking onto a pair of brilliant, bright green orbs. Your bedroom was shrouded in darkness, but those eyes were shining like emeralds. You could not make out the rest of the person’s face, but you were certain that their eyes were as wide as yours. You squinted. Broad shoulders. Broad everything, really. Tall too. Short hair, probably. A man? No, a burglar! A burglar in your room! You opened your mouth and he put his hands up as if he was steadying a rabid animal.

“Easy. I’m not looking for trouble. I just– whoa!”

Most definitely a man. His voice was not too deep, but it also was too deep for it to be fake. Unless he was an actor? You had seen actors at the theater reach incredible lows with their voices before. But what kind of actor snuck around an estate this late at night? Most of them were well-off. Regardless, such a possibility was still plausible. Come to think of it… This bulgar sounded young. Not young like a child, but he didn’t sound like an old geezer either. Was he around your age? You pursed your lips. Oh this was no time for pondering such things! You scanned your desk for other objects to hurl at him. Though that chamberstick you just threw was likely the most threatening thing you had on hand, you grabbed the thesaurus that sat by your unsent letters. 

Normally, you used it to lengthen your replies to dukes and duchesses. You used it to craft flowery words, flattering compliments and faulty excuses as to why you could not attend their monthly croquet games. Normally, when you turned around after closing your window, you were met with the sight of your bed. It was extravagantly large, enough to fit three people and dozens of throw pillows and stuffed animals. Normally, the path from the window and your bed was clear. All you had to do was walk straight and flop onto your comforter. 

But as with most norms, there were exceptions. Tonight was one of them. You took a deep breath. The intruder lowered his hands, sighing in relief. You seemed to have calmed down… or so he thought. You grunted and launched the book towards the intruder like a javelin. He ducked in the nick of time once again, rolling over to his side. The thesaurus collided with the flower vase on your nightstand, shattering it. 

“Shit.”

You gasped, hands quick to cover your mouth. If your nanny heard you just now, you would never see the light of day. Not only were your words profane, your actions were the exact opposite of graceful. 

The grip on your face tightened. The intruder was not moving. He was lying on his back, limbs sprawled everywhere. Your breath hitched. Could he be…? Would that make you a…? 

Your palms began to sweat as you knelt down by his body. You closed your eyes and nudged his side with the tip of your fingers. He didn’t budge. You leaned forward, peering over his body, curious like a kitten with a fishbowl. He was most definitely a man. Your vision had slightly adjusted to the dark. Nothing in sight was as clear as day, but nothing in sight was a blur either. He was indeed tall with broad shoulders. Muscular from the looks of it, but not too burly. The dark trench coat and dagger sold the look of a vandal. Albeit, he was easy on the eyes. You paused, shaking those senseless thoughts out of your head. Vehemently. He was an intruder. A trespasser. A burglar. Possibly a–

Wait. A sharp inhale. An abrupt movement. You shrunk back as his eyes fluttered open. A gloved hand flew out and clamped over your mouth, pushing your back onto the side of your bed and pinning you there– before you could muster a cry for help. Both of your own hands wrapped around his wrist, a feeble attempt to pry him off of you. He put an index finger to his lips and flashed his green eyes at you. Quiet. 

He lowered his hand when you nodded. You took a deep breath and let out half a scream before his hand was on your mouth again. He flashed his eyes at you once more. Don’t.

This time, he lowered his hand, but kept it near you just the same. His other hand rested a few inches away from your ankles, trapping you in between your bedside and himself. One hand to guard your upper body and the other for your legs– should you try to escape. You could feel the warmth radiating through his gloves. He shifted some of his weight on the hand by your ankles, raising the temperature of the room as well as your cheeks. 

“I’m not looking for trouble. Honest,” he whispered

“Is breaking and entering not trouble?”

“... Suppose, I only entered.”

“Without permission,” you deadpanned. 

“Nothing was broken.”

You glanced at the very much broken vase on the floor and he gave you a dry laugh. Technically, you broke it, but chances are it would have stayed intact if it were not for him. 

“I could fix it for you,” he offered.

“Fix it?”

“If you’d like.”

“And how are you going to do that?”

He smiled and held his hand up like he was solemnly swearing an oath. You tilted your head to the side as a pale green mist-like aura materialized and swirled around his fingers. He turned his hand, grabbing the ends of it, pinching with his thumb and index finger. Then, he pulled the mist downward. It was a swift motion. You blinked and then leaves and petals had formed. They were the same pale green as the mist from earlier. You looked at him and then his hand. He brought his creation closer to your hand. Your fingers brushed his when you took the flower. You gasped as the flower disappeared upon contact. 

“With a little magic.” 

“Are you a mage?”

“Something like that.” 

“From the Senobium?”

“I’m more of a freelancer,” he said with a click of his tongue. His brows were cross and his emerald eyes momentarily lost their shimmer and shine. 

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

“My lady? My lady? Is everything alright?” a voice called. 

You froze. The intruder did as well.

The door swung open and your maid, Adaline, entered before you could even say “come in”. Light poured into your bedroom, casting distinct shadows onto the carpet. You were able to get a good look at your intruder’s face now. The same green eyes. Olive skin with deep and noticeable eye bags. Dark hair that framed his face and a long scar across his left cheek that ran down to his forearm. He was most certainly easy on the eyes. You scowled and pushed him off of you, shooting straight up from your position. 

“My lady?” 

He laid on his back, bringing both his hands behind his head. He shot you a shy, toothy grin. You frowned. He was far too lax. From Adalines’s perspective, you were standing by your bed, an ordinary sight. If she came any closer, there would be a man on your bedroom floor along with flower petals and shards of ceramic. If you told her there was an intruder, she would inform the guards immediately. But what would he do? He was a mage. You did not know the full extent of his capabilities. He had a dagger on him and you were wearing slippers. He was knee-deep in trouble, but you were the one dripping with beads of sweat. Decisions, decisions, decisions. 

“Yes!” you squeaked. You cleared your throat, “Yes. Yes, I am fine. Wonderful. Fantastic, even! Did you need something?”

“No, my lady. I just heard a scream. And something shattering. A loud commotion from your room. I came to check on you.” 

“I stubbed my toe,” you replied coolly.

“Goodness! I’ll fetch the physician–”

“No!” 

“No?”

“No… need to disturb him! Especially at this hour. It’s late. I will manage.” 

“If that is what you wish, my lady,” she bowed, “I will return to my quarters now. Please try to get some sleep tonight as well. You have a big day tomorrow.”

“Do I?”

“Yes… with the Duke of Cromwell. Have you forgotten?”

“It would seem that I have,” you said, rubbing your temples. “Thank you for reminding me, Adaline. I will do just that.” 

“Will you?” She narrowed her eyes. Her gaze was stern. 

“Pardon?” Your palms were getting clammy. There was a reason you read stories instead of telling tall tales.  

“Forgive me, my lady. It’s just… you have a tendency to stay up late reading long after you say goodnight.” 

You sheepishly tittered and glanced at the bookshelf behind you. Such a conjecture was not too far off. Prior to your debutante, you spent your evenings reading till dawn. Adaline caught you in the act on numerous occasions. If you were not so busy these days, she would have hit the nail on the head. 

“Alright, alright. I will retire for the night now. Goodnight, Adaline,” you surrendered.

Your maid crossed her arms. You sighed and climbed into your bed, pulling the blankets up to your shoulders. You closed your eyes for good measure. A moment passed and you opened one eye to catch a glimpse of her pleased expression. 

“Goodnight, my lady,” she smiled and with another curt bow, she dismissed herself, closing the door behind her. 

Once her footsteps were out of earshot, you sprung up and threw your sheets to the side. The intruder was already sitting up. Your flower vase sat on his lap. True to his word, he was fixing it with magic. One hand held a shard of ceramic close to his face while a finger from his other hand traced the edges with a thin line of chartreuse. He then attached the shard to the vase. As he did, the magic evaporated, leaving behind a gold vein in between the cracks. The gold did not fade like the green aura. 

“What are you doing with the gold?”

“It’s kind of like an adhesive,” he explained, turning the vase onto its side. He picked up another shard and traced the edge with his finger, leaving a metallic sheen behind, then affixed it to the vase’s main “body”.  

You swung your feet over the edge of your bed and leaned forward, “I do not mean to undermine your magical prowess, Mr. Mage, but when you said magic… I was expecting something a little more–”

“Flashy?”

Your eyes fell to the ground and nodded. 

“Usually it is. I like to put on a show but I’m running a little low on mana right now. I’ll give you the full experience next time.” 

“Next time?”

“If you’d like to stop by Lowtown one of these days.”

“What makes you think I would stop by?” you asked, crossing your arms, “You are a stranger who broke into my bedroom in the dead of night, claimed that you were not looking for trouble yet you laid your hands on me and pinned me down. Accepting an invitation like that is akin to walking into a lion’s den.”

“I thought we’d be okay now since you didn’t alert your maid,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. 

“Forgive me. I did not have much of a choice. I was worried my life would be on the line if I was not quiet about your presence,” you huffed. 

“Ha... sorry about that… but thank you.”

“Thank you?” 

“For not turning me in even if you were a little scared. I promise you that I’m not looking for trouble. I would never harm you either.” 

You raised a brow. He said that same phrase quite a few times now.

“Then what brings you to my estate?”

“I… got into trouble elsewhere and needed somewhere to hide. I saw the window was open and jumped inside,” his jaw was taut and his eyes never met with yours.  

“Not looking for trouble, huh?”

He sighed, “Look, I’m not a bad guy. I was just doing a… commission.”

“That sounds like something an assassin would say.” 

“I’m not an assassin.” 

“What kind of commission has you working so late?” you asked, glancing at his dagger. He clutched the hilt and you inhaled sharply. He locked his gaze with yours as he let go of the handle as quick as he was to grab it. The glint in his eyes ceased.

“A client wanted me to retrieve something at your neighbor’s house.”

“Should you be disclosing the details of your robberies to me, Mr. Mage?” 

“Is it stealing if it didn’t belong to them in the first place?” His eyes were dark and hooded as he looked up at you. A shiver ran down your spine. 

“Oh so you are a chivalrous thief. From those fairytales.” 

“Something like that,” he said with a laugh. 

You were jesting, but your heart skipped a beat. The idea of a thief that steals from the rich and gives to the poor being real was alluring. Enchanting. And perhaps too good to be true. You pressed your lips together. He only said “something like that” and you were already daydreaming. You knew better than to take someone’s word at face value, but an occasional reverie never hurt. Head in the clouds and weight off your shoulders– it was the most marvelous feeling. 

Porcelain clinked against the wooden surface of your nightstand, checking you in with the reality that was right in front of you. The mage finished repairing your vase. Thin veins of gold were strewn across the ceramic much like the scar that traveled from his left cheek down to his forearms. They were a clear indicator that the vase was broken at one point, but admittedly, there was some charm to it. The gold glistened in the moonlight and paired well with your gilded furniture. 

“Do you like it?” he asked.

You hummed and nodded. ‘It was lovely,’ you wanted to say. 

The mage grunted as he bent down to salvage the flowers on your carpet. They lost a petal or two, but other than that they were fine. He did not seem too agree, vexation coloring his face.  

“I’ll get you some new flowers tomorrow,” he said, placing the barely withered flowers into the vase. 

“You do not have to.”

“I insist.”

“Really, I–”

“It’s the least I can do for breaking and entering.”

He smiled when you turned speechless. You groaned, “Alright, but you must come by in the evening. If a man were to be spotted in my room, it would be the talk of the town.”  

“As you wish, my lady.” 

Heat crept up your cheeks as he took your hand and pressed a firm yet gentle kiss on your knuckles, searing that area of your skin with a warm, fuzzy sensation. You stared at your hand as he straightened his posture and walked towards your window as if nothing had transpired. You held your breath as you watched him open your window and climb onto the balcony railing. The evening breeze welcomed itself into your bedroom once more. It was stronger this time, swaying your curtains, but it was not cold. 

“Wait!” 

You put a hand over your mouth. Words slipped through your lips before you could even process them. But it was too late for any kind of contemplation. The mage had paused and turned around. 

“Could I get your name?” 

“Leander,” he said. His emerald eyes flickered. They were somehow brighter than before. Eyes could not smile, but the way he looked at you made you think otherwise.  

“Leander,” you repeated softly.

“And you?”

“I am Lady (y/n) of the Sci–,” you grimaced and cleared your throat. A force of habit.  You rehearsed that line more times than you can count. It was a formal introduction for you and your family name, reserved for conversations with noble socialites and grand party entrances. You found them redundant yourself so you would do well sparing a somewhat chivalrous thief the formalities. “Just (y/n) is fine.”

“Just (y/n),” he repeated.

You rolled your eyes and Leander beamed in response. He turned his back to you once more and jumped off the balcony, disappearing into the night with a flurry of misty green flower petals. You rushed out onto the decking, peering over the handrail. Sure enough, Leander was gone, but your smile remained. 

[remellu]

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DISCLAIMER: You can skip to the gofundme before scrolling to read everything, as I do update on there, but since I don't use tumblr much and this is very urgent, I have additional stuff to say in this post after providing the link. Link: https://gofund.me/952d122a

As you can tell, I'm currently homeless and cannot access resources for shelter, as the homeless epidemic has caused it to get much harder to find shelter and transitional housing. I'm also someone who needs special accommodations as a disabled person, such as my medication and my cat being an emotional support animal, so that alone will make me less likely to be accepted.

I've been seeking a way to get housing way before I became homeless, as I knew the lease wasn't going to be renewed, but I couldn't do it on time. Currently I paid for my 1st and 2nd stay at the hotel I'm currently at. That's been 10 days, and currently I need to renew again by the 13th of February. This is the information for my first booking, which was cheaper than the second check in. 403 was the total including tax, but the second check in is 403 WITHOUT the tax.

Here's the proof of the second stay in for 5 days being higher than the last.

This hotel is literally the cheapest I could find with basic accomidations such as having a microwave and being able to refrigerate food, so I have to deal with the prices fluctuating a bit. It's not going to be the same each time I renew my stay at the hotel. But I don't expect it to reach the 500 USD range, it's going to be bellow that. The better approximate I guess is to get 480 USD for every 5 days of staying if feasible.

This is the current amount I got for the 3rd stay 66.11 is what I have left and the other two are donations that are still processing This isnt enough for the third hotel stay. (Due on the 13th) I would need around 500 USD (in case I need other needs like food/ set up the p.o. box) I'll appreciate any help!

Gofundme does not finish sending transactions on weekends, in fact it postpones it, so that may cause complications for the 3rd and 4th stay if the money comes in too late. I do have a kofi and paypal in case anyone wants to ensure the money comes in faster, I'll put that link for Kofi here: https://ko-fi.com/remellu If you don't have gofundme, I'll provide my Paypal directly as well: paypal.me/yummeiko

Here's a diagram for the 3rd and 4th visit and how transactions work on Gofundme can affect me being able to renew the stay. Especially for the 4th one.

I do not know how long I'm going to stay here, my homeless status is indefinite, I'll I can do is continue to work on finding resources for housing that will fit my financial situation while I try to stay in the hotel as much as possible. 10K USD is the amount asked because I know it may take a while to get things sorted, I may not need that amount, but if I don't and I reach it, I could always use it for deposits and so on as well as furnishing my apartment whenever I can get there. I apologize how lengthy this is. I do not use Tumblr often so if you want to get more frequent updates about what is being donated and my current status is, there's a few places you can follow me at. Twitter (Main): https://twitter.com/Remellu Instagram (main): https://www.instagram.com/remeiu/ Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/remellu.bsky.social I also posted a video in regards to the gofundme on both tiktok and youtube (i may also put these on both my instagrams if the length is allowed. Twitter also has it) Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@remeiu/video/7333364564697894186 Youtube: https://youtu.be/YWokYi2gl0g Again, I'll appreciate any help I will get, and I will also try to come back on this site to update this stuff as well, I'm just not good at remembering I have a tumblr. The best you can do if you can't donate is reblog or share on your other social media we are both on. Thank you in advance!

[discommunicator]

!! ART COMMISSION !!

What is art commission? You pay me to make me draw things you want to see, as simple as that, but this is my commission so heed that there are rules/limitations of my own!

If you're seeing this post via reblog, please check the post date and look for the original post, not the reblogs, because commission status and the terms might've been changed/updated by the time you're reading it. I might reblog this myself whenever I open the commission.

Current commission status: CLOSED(taking a break)

SLOTS: [ ] [ ]

Detailed wall of texts guide goes down here, if you're going to apply please read them first so you're aware of what you can expect from me. ↓

I'll ONLY DRAW

Humanoid non-humans

It means anything that somehow shares silhouette of human(e.g. overall disposition of head and limbs), is obviously a person, but is not a human in an apparent way. Be it a goblin, imp, kobold, demon, furry people, inkling, android, whatevs. Go look what I've been drawing to these days, I bet you know what I'm talking about. You can bring them from your original character pool, or from a cartoon, or some games, etc.

Note that what I'm taking now is NOT 'design things from scratch' commission. I require clear references.

Along with those above, I'm capable of drawing some basic elemental visual effects like flames([1][2]), waters([1]), lightnings([1][2][3]), dust clouds([1][2][3]) and earth cracks([1][2]). Just tell me if you particularly want to include those in your commission piece.

I WON'T/CAN'T DRAW

Crossover - I won't put your OCs and other existing media characters together in a same piece. It also applies for different characters from different media.

Webtoon~Comics format

Most sky-scraping tall robotics - Transformers, GUNDAM or in that line of genre.

Background/Landscape details

Excessively complex objects

Realistic modern firearms

Sexual theme, either explicit or subtle

Nudity? - That depends like, Pokémons such as Tinkaton are humanoid and technically naked but look not so naked. Otherwise, unlikely.

Fetishes of all kind

Characters with astronomically huge tits - No offense, I just have no idea how to handle them properly.

Bloody gore element - Though mild body horrors are feasible in some degree. See my OC [Hess] for example. It's neither cuts nor bloodshed.

Independent original characters that belong to somebody other than you - Don't ask for third person's OC, unless you two are friends and there is approval. I'll double-check.

Whatever that makes me feel uncomfortable - Due to strict copyright? Personal preference? It might be anything that I didn't list here. If I don't feeling it, that's it.

THE PROCESS

Contact acenth.1012@gmail.com, then:

Let me know that you're asking for a commission.

Tell me whether it's about drawing your OC(Original Character. I need you to show me proper reference images. Either via email attachment or via image hosting sites.) or characters from existing media(you know, cartoons and games)

If I don't accept, I'll inform you that I'm not interested.

Otherwise, I'll respond and ask you "how do you want it to be". This is about direction of the piece, which refers to how the character will be presented, like the pose, action, facial expression and more. If you show me the exact references (like pictures searched up on Google) that's better. If you're only gonna suggest me a character and want to leave the rest up to me, you can tell me so. I can still reject your commission at this stage If I'm not really into your direction.

If I fully accept I'll send you a transaction link where you can pay directly from your PayPal balance. While you're at it please put a comment regarding your email under the sum section so I can identify your payment. As soon as I check the payment I'll start drawing, and send you the finished piece via email when it's done.

If there are obvious and critical errors I made like missing tail, flipped hand or such, I will fix them of course, but don't expect too much about further adjustment on demand. Even though the final version turns out not so satisfying to you, I can't really help about it. After verifying the delivery the transaction completes.

+ If you're about to upload the final piece which is larger than 850x850 to website like twitter please tell me that so I will send you an indexed color mode version along with the original. Indexed image loses some color palettes but prevent twitter's horrible png resizing.

PRICING

Baseline is $80 per piece.

Includes 1 character, full color and shading by default.

Different characters in a single piece adds up $40 each, up to 2 more extra characters.

If an extra character is extremely simple or small compare to others I might just consider them as an appendage rather than an extra character. e.g. Big the Cat and Froggy (Sonic the Hedgehog series), Harmony/Annie and their clownfish (Splatoon series)

I prioritize drawing full-body. It can be thigh-up or even waist-up depending on your demand (or at my discretion if you didn't give me any direction) but this does not affect the price.

You can ask for multiple same characters in a single piece, but in that case it most likely be one simpler full-body and several waist-ups. This does not affect the price.

Background is flat white by default. I can fill them with different flat colors or put simple figures or put gradients, or make it transparent as you ask. Pitch black background + outline around the character is also doable(check some of the deltarune fan arts I did). This does not affect the price.

Adding some elemental visual effects does not affect the price.

ESTIMATED ARRIVAL TIME AND REFUNDS

I doubt the discussing part alone can be somewhat dragged on due to the time zone/schedule difference, but I also believe the whole thing can be done under two weeks, or more depending on the conditions and real life issues.

Basically 'no refund' once I receive your payment and start drawing the piece, however, I'd willingly refund you if I can't finish the piece in time due to my own personal reason.

REGARDING THE USAGE OF FINAL PRODUCT:

Commercial use of my commissioned artworks is prohibited.

Do not relate my drawings with cryptocurrency activities.

Final products may be used as a sample in my future commission introduction page.

It's okay to post them online, use them as a header, banner, profile or such for your blogs/social media page, as long as it's non-profit use.

I can post them on my own blog/social media if I'd like to.

BEFORE YOU APPLY:

You need PayPal account for the trade. I'm not accepting any other method as of now. Also please pay with USD if possible!

Please take a gander at fanart, original stuff and other's oc on my blog so you get what my art style is like and how I reinterpret existing characters. Applying for my commission also means that you're agreeing to the visual changes I make in the process.

My drawings are .png files and NOT resize-friendly due to use of binary pen! And the final size of a piece will barely exceed 1000x1000 so keep that in mind if you use super wide screen or if you're about to do something with my finished works.

제가 한국 계좌 쓰는 한국 사람인 관계로 한국인이시면 페이팔을 통한 거래가 불가능합니다

If you got further questions that's not answered here(other than bargaining the price), feel free to ask them via my email. acenth.1012@gmail.com

[drstonetrivia]

Chapter 208 Trivia

Brody-Os! Part of a complete breakfast.

Magma is posed here like Senku is in the manga volumes' character introduction pages. He's also next to Senku's two best friends rather than Nikki and Yo.

I don't think it means anything but Magma did beat Senku this chapter… Is Magma the replacement for Senku? 🤔

We finally see Joel's arm, and it does seem to be fully functional given he's rapidly weaving donuts between Luna and Yuzuriha (while blushing, because he still hasn't gotten used to women).

I think this implies that broken/crushed bones heal similar to piercing wounds.

The mathlympics coincides* with the Tokyo 2020 Summer Olympics, and the little icons on the banner they faxed are based on the ones Japan used for the sports.

*Technically the closing ceremony was a few weeks ago but the manga was on break.

This panel is interesting: either they're saying this person was revived 51st in Corn City and had the number written on him, and that it stayed on his skin despite having been written on the outer/damaged layer of stone, or that tattoos don't count as healable injuries.

This could mean that the petrification only heals life-threatening injuries, as Soyuz's head scar and now this tattoo (technically the body treats the foreign ink as an infection of sorts) have stayed.

This does imply Kaseki's arthritis was considered life-threatening though…

If the number on the soldier's arm was in fact his revival number, then the population of the world is probably close to Dunbar's number already, since 51 + 75 = 126, plus the Spaniards, making the total Earth population ~150.

The corn harvest here may be telling us Corn City has been back up and running for the last 60-100 days, as that's about as long corn needs to grow. If we assume the start date is October 1st, then it would be around late November/early December now.

(It could also be much earlier if this corn was still the corn growing naturally over the last 7-8 years, rather than them planting it.)

Just for fun I compared the ring size to Kinro's thumb width and I think it's accurate, at least it is for my hand. His hand is a little smaller than I was expecting though…

(0.5 * 33.6 = 16.8mm if you want to check your own thumb!)

Just because nixie tubes are cool, this is how the calculator number display looked. Depending on the noble gas/gases they filled it with, it could be orange-yellow, blue, or purple-pink.

(They should also have 12 pins on the bottom, one for each number+decimal point+1 anode)

Gen mentions they're crossing the Indian Ocean, so I guess Math City is considered established now. The next ones are Rubber City and Aluminum City, but since they're both across the Indian Ocean from India, they could be going to either one of them. Rubber is closer, however.

The scrawny scientists are fine, but Magma is too big for his contestant podium and has to straddle it.

Magma's studying payed off, he can read numbers!

Ukyo's such a good teacher :)

The calculator itself is a 32 bit floating point calculator, has four functions (+, -, *, / ) and with a display that shows 12 digits, the sign (positive or negative numbers) and status (for example if a number is too big to display or some other error).

The name on the calculator, Senku Intelligent - 1, may be a /very/ loose reference to the TI calculators you likely used at school, though "TI" stands for "Texas Instruments" rather than "Texas Intelligent".

These candies Minami's has next to her are definitely corn syrup based, and are probably getting stickier by the minute because sugar candies should be stored in an airtight container and that looks like an open jar.

If anyone's confused by how Ryusui Bank works, I believe the plan is to add and subtract any transactions people make and save their totals on the calculator, or keep a paper record of it (=ledger). It's entirely trust based, there's nothing of physical value being traded.

The time difference between India and California is 12 hours 30 minutes, so it's probably mid-morning for the ones on the Perseus and evening for the ones in Corn City, going by the skies shown.

From what I could tell, all the magnetic memory parts were basically exactly as they described them, including the little history lesson Senku adds on page 8. There just wasn't much more to add! (I know I said this before but I loved this chapter haha)

[coinbase-charlie]

How to Increase Cash App ATM Withdrawal Limit?

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You can check your Cash App ATM withdrawal and sending limits by logging into your account and viewing your transactions on your Profile tab. Additionally, you can also see your verification status and see if or not your account was accepted or rejected and the reasons for this. By checking your balances regularly and restricting the amount you can withdraw at a time and limiting the amount you withdraw, you will reduce the chance of exceeding your withdrawal or sending limits. Let's being by learning more about it.

What Is the Maximum Withdrawal Limit of Cash App ATM Withdrawals?

The Cash App's weekly and daily limits for withdrawal are currently set at $310 per transaction, with a personal daily and weekly limit of $1000 every day and week, respectively. To raise the Cash App daily withdrawal limit, verification of your account is required. This procedure is done in the app by giving your complete name, birth date and the last four digits of your Social Security number, as needed. After your account is verified, your limit for withdrawals and sending increase. Accounts that have not been verified will have an upper limit of $250 per week and verified accounts can make up to $7500 per week.

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To increase your Cash App monthly and daily ATM limits for withdrawals the first step is to verify your account. This usually involves giving all your personal information, including birth date of birth, and the four digits from your Social Security Number (SSN) to verify your account. After verification, you will be eligible for higher limits that allow for more substantial withdrawals.

You can link a bank account with Cash App and get higher Cash App ATM withdrawal limit.

You also have the option to increase withdrawal limits by contacting the customer support team on Cash App.

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Cash App offers a quick and simple method of sending and receive cash between friends. The company has set limits on the amount of cash that can be taken out per day and month from ATMs to guard users against fraud. However, you can increase these limits by verifying your identity on Cash App. Below is the many benefits of increasing your Cash App ATM limit:

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FAQ

What is the daily Cash App ATM withdrawal limit?

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What is the weekly Cash App ATM withdrawal limit?

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How do I increase my Cash App ATM withdrawal limit?

When you are looking to increase the Cash App ATM limit for withdrawals start the app and choose the profile icon at the upper-right corner. Select "Personal," enter your full name, birth date and the last four digits from your SSN to "Personal", submit this information and wait for the Cash App to confirm who you are.

Can I withdraw more than my daily limit on Cash App?

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[sagitariusrising]

I Let The Beast in Too Soon

“I let the beast in too soon, I don't know how to live without my hand on his throat, I fight him always and still. Oh darling, it's so sweet, you think you know how crazy, how crazy I am. You say you don't spook easy, you won't go, but I know, And I pray that you will…”

A man with silver hair meets a woman covered in stars…

18+ content. Orson Krennic / OFC; Modern AU; Modern Rogue One tech interpretations; Boston setting; Defense Contractor!Krennic; Scientist!Krennic; Kyber Crystals; OFC with psychic abilities; Mentions of Wilhuff Tarkin, Galen Erso, Chirrut Îmwe, Baze Malbus; other characters forthcoming; clubbing; alcohol use; smut; mutual attraction dialed up to 11; safer sex practices; OFC doesn't have time for Krennic's games; emotional vulnerability from both characters; fear; Krennic is besotted; more tags to be added later

Word Count: 5450-ish

This story is inspired by the house on the bluff on the coast and my need to put Orson Krennic and his science in a modern setting.

Full courage!! This is my first full fic post ever and the story has lived rent-free in my head for years. Several of you have seen it, you know who you are, specifically @smolbeandrabbles (who was my first reader: OCs = my babies), and @pinksiamese (who gave me thoughtful and constructive feedback, edited what was needed, and kicked my rear end into gear). I owe a lot to @sufferthesea (and her perfect comm that helped form the entire planned story) There's more...

Playlist (in order)

The title comes from "Fast as You Can," by Fiona Apple: This song nicely encompasses the entire planned fic.

"More," by the Sisters of Mercy.

"Fascination Street," by The Cure

"Perfect Kiss," by New Order

"Natural One" by the Folk Implosion

"The Killing Moon," by Echo and the Bunnymen

OFCs faceclaim is here

***

A man with silver hair entered the club. 

Kary noticed him immediately, but who wouldn’t? Confident in his masculinity, pale suit, and haughty expression. He checked his coat at the door and surveyed the dance floor. 

Feigning disinterest, she peeked as he strode to the bar.  He raised his hand and ordered a drink. 

He’s too old to be here, he’s probably slumming tonight. Maybe he’s lost? Or meeting someone? 

That was it. Turning her attention back to the beat of the music, she lost herself in the dancing. Tonight’s venture away from home had a purpose: she needed the distraction, to get outside of her head. 

***

Clubbing in the theatre district hadn’t been part of Orson Krennic’s evening agenda. Tonight was supposed to be his big sendoff, but he’d left the festivities early, feeling let down and almost empty. 

The event had been part presentation, part retirement party. Krennic delivered his academic paper, titled “Nanotechnology and Optic Crystals: Military Applications of Laser Technology for Drone Warfare” at the banquet sponsored jointly by MIT and Tarkin Industries. A celebration, his last hurrah. 

Retired from the Navy with Captain stripes in place,  Krennic went to work in the private sector. For Wilhuff Tarkin, his rival both in school and in the service. Putting their differences aside, the two men had diligently worked to produce technology for military contracts. 

After five years, Krennic had become bored and embittered. Tarkin had regularly second-guessed and belittled his ideas and took more than his fair share of credit for their designs. Krennic was paid well and was respected in the industry--at least to his face. And he had all the status symbols: a penthouse apartment with a view of the waterfront, first name status at all the restaurants, and an expensive car. Plenty of beautiful women threw themselves at him, a rotation of bed partners whom he’d enjoy for the night and forget in the morning.

But the thrill was gone. 

Krennic was bored. He wanted something beyond the superficiality of business transactions and casual sex. His weapon designs had become repetitive, the innovation was gone. The social scene in Boston was dull and noisy. He began to entertain the possibility of a more substantial relationship, but the dating apps were bewildering: all of his matches were airbrushed women with parted lips who called him “Daddy.” 

Galen Erso was the zenith of his disillusion. They had been as thick as thieves in the Science Corps, had come up together in the Futures Program, attended MIT together, and become commissioned officers in the same unit in the Navy. They were like Oppenheimer and Groves: the crystal-based lasers they designed together were invaluable to the government and had been used for crushing conflict in countries across the globe. 

But Galen had seen the impact of their work in real-time, the bodies of civilians whom their weapons had struck down. Horrified and encouraged by his wife, Galen had resigned his commission, left the Navy, and settled on some organic farm in the middle of nowhere to raise a family. 

Krennic had seen Galen at a protest in front of Tarkin Industries. Disheveled, with long hair and hemp trousers, Galen had been carrying a sign that said STOP THE WEAPONS OF WAR and was leading a chant of REMEMBER THE INNOCENT. The next day, Krennic received an email with attached photos of dead bodies and destroyed cities. 

Deciding he needed an exit plan, Krennic spent extra hours at the lab, developing and testing a new application, nanotechnology with ion beams reflecting from lenses made from Kyberium.  Testing in the lab had proved successful, his field simulations had confirmed his hypotheses, and he’d been able to duplicate his results successfully. 

The power of the Kyberium was swift and deadly. Applying for a patent was easy and he had stealthily offered the technology to Raytheon. Krennic was going to get out of Boston, build a house up north by the ocean, and figure out the next chapter of his life.  

After the sale had gone through---a generous profit and a share of Raytheon’s proceeds in perpetuity---he had sold his shares in Tarkin Industries and resigned. Wihuff was furious, apoplectic. And humiliated when the paper Krennic had written about the technology had gotten noticed and published in a well-regarded academic journal. Forced to swallow his pride, Tarkin had arranged for Krennic to present the paper at tonight’s conference and combined the presentation with a retirement party. 

The applause had been thunderous. After the presentation, Krennic accepted a glass of scotch and made his way around the room, shaking hands and nodding at his peers' congratulations. Tarkin muttered “congratulations” and palmed over a shining point of Kyberium, Krennic nodded his thanks and slid the crystal into his pocket.  But the room was stuffy, the company boring, and there was too much fawning. He had already moved on. Krennic ducked out of the gala as soon as he could. 

***

He had boarded the subway with the intent of going home. But at the Theatre District stop, he’d made a spur-of-the-moment decision to get off the train and walk the remainder of the way. 

The sidewalks were crowded with theatergoers, tourists, and scads of people streaming in and out of the blocks of dance clubs. The music coming out of one of the clubs had stopped him: the tunes reminded him of his youth and decided he would have a drink and perhaps find some female company, he’d paid the ridiculous cover charge and gone in. 

The pulse of “More” by the Sisters of Mercy greeted him.  Through flashing lights and the crowd at the bar, the dance floor was packed. 

Meeting women was easy: his looks and obvious income made sure of that. But surveying the room, he thought blonde...brunette...too thin...too fat...too odd looking...taken...Christ, they’re all too young!” 

He ordered bourbon, tugged off his tie, and stuffed it in his pocket. Maybe he would just sit and enjoy the scenery. 

Leaning against the bar, he scanned the crowds. 

And found her. 

Twirling on the dance floor, a shapely redhead. Pale skin, with tattoos covering her shoulders and back. She wore a thin camisole and a flowy skirt made of silky material. Younger than him, but not a kid. She sang along to the music, oblivious to others. 

No dance partner. He watched her rebuff a man who slid up against her. Interesting…

The opening chords of “Fascination Street” by the Cure dropped from the speakers. 

Krennic watched the girl change her rhythm and sway her body to the music; enchanted to watch her run her hands over her shoulders and hips, twisting and turning. He’d found his mark for the evening. He ordered another bourbon and downed it. More courage, he needed a buzz to focus his concentration.

***

Kary was grieving: Baze and Imwe were dead, and their house was on the market. Nan had died two years ago. Her circle of protection, the friends who had helped her understand her powers and harness and control the visions. 

And the responsibility that had been left to her. She shook it off.

Just stop. Dance, get another drink. 

She twirled to the pulse of the music, hands in her hair. The song faded away. Out of breath, she turned to the bar. 

The silver-haired man was staring at her. 

She met his gaze. A jolt flared in her belly. He was cruelly handsome: tall, flinty blue eyes. And still alone. 

What is he doing here? 

Intrigued, she maneuvered to the bar. An empty seat allowed Kary a clear view. 

And why is he staring at me? 

Flagging down the bartender, she ordered a bottle of water.  She downed it in large gulps. Then, a gin and tonic. Triple limes. Her third, fourth drink of the night? She’d forgotten. 

…screw it.

She gulped her drink and swiped her hand across her face. the juniper tingled on her tongue. 

Tonight is for forgetting. 

He was still watching her.

***

Her bare back was half-turned towards him and Krennic’s eyes followed the lines of tattoos; they wrapped her back and shoulders, clear patterns of constellations: Cygnus, Lyra, Hercules, Draco, Capricorn, Sagittarius, Scorpio, Libra. His trained eye found the circumpolar patterns of Ursa Major and Minor, Cassiopeia, and Cepheus.

The night sky, he thought. Northern Hemisphere in the summertime. A slight smile tucked one corner of his mouth. She knows her astronomy.

Repositioning himself to get a better view, he continued to study her. Hair cascaded into tendrils of copper that glimmered in the colored lights. Damp with sweat, her camisole clung to her body, enhancing the round sweep of her waist and breasts. But her smile was unaffected, she seemed oblivious to the admiring glances. 

Including mine…

The music covered his growl. That body. 

Phantom sensations of her pressed against him, curves swaying on the dance floor. His cock stirred as he envisioned her hair spread across the sheets of his bed, his hands moving her hips to match his rhythm, that smile evolving into moans of pleasure.

Krennic put down his empty glass and signaled the bartender. “Another. And send a drink,” he said, raising his voice over the music, “to the redhead with the tattoos.”

He watched the bartender mix another drink and slide it in front of her. She shook her head. The bartender retracted it and poured her a shot of something instead. Krennic watched her toss it back and signal for another.

“Sorry, bro.” The bartender handed Krennic the refused cocktail. “The lady says no.”

Krennic smirked and stared down the bar. Her eyes met his; cool and savvy, gleaming with interest. No giggling or primping herself, no salacious expressions or fluttering of eyelashes: none of the usual female responses to his interest. But she was returning his appraising gaze, eyes drifting from his face, studying his body, drifting to below his waist. She met his eye again and seemed to remember herself, and her eyes darted away.  Then she shrugged and returned his smirk. She turned away. 

This girl is a rebel.  

His intrigue continued to grow. So did the lust coursing through him. He got up and strode towards her.

***

Kary focused her attention on the drink in front of her. 

Who is this guy? 

The way he held himself and the smirk on his face told her that he was used to getting what he wanted.

This is getting more and more interesting... he’s played this game before, but I’m not falling for run-of-the-mill games. 

“Not feeling thirsty?” 

His voice was rich and distinguished, gilded with an accent she couldn’t quite place: Australian? South African? 

He glared at the young man sitting next to her until he got up and left. 

Stomach flipping, Kary watched him take the vacated seat. She shook her head and looked him over; he was dressed in a crisp white shirt, pale grey slacks, cufflinks, and an expensive watch. The body beneath was broad through the chest and tapered at the waist. He had enormous hands. Close up, his eyes were shockingly blue, full of intelligence and cunning. 

Not as old as I thought. She studied his hair; up close, black threads wove through the silver.

He studied her too, eyes sweeping over her.

“Not feeling chatty, either?” 

Kary shook her head. She met his eyes and felt the familiar white noise in her head that was the precursor of…what she was drinking to block. She focused on his mouth instead, fearful that her eyes would give away the attraction she felt. 

Or see who he really is…

Finishing her drink and tilting her head towards the dance floor, Kary got up and walked away. 

***

Snubbed again. He watched her weave into the crowd. Or am I?

Krennic’s amusement deepened. His interest sharpened. This stunning woman wasn’t falling prey to his small talk and wasn't visibly impressed by his stature. His pride was wounded, but with every passing second, he felt she was worth the challenge. He wished he was still in the Navy; perhaps his dress whites would have made a stronger impression, but then again, she didn’t know who he was—his past, his work, his connections.

Even if she did, would she be impressed? 

He scanned the dance floor, found her twirling to the music. They locked eyes and she jerked her head.

New Order blasted from the DJ booth. “Perfect Kiss.” It was one of his favorites, with its gorgeous synth-pop bridge and climax. 

I haven’t danced informally for years. 

Downing the last of his bourbon, he straightened his shoulders and neck. He kept his eyes on her and removed his cufflinks, and rolled up his sleeves.

***

Keeping her back to the bar, Kary waited for the silver-haired man to join her. 

Will he accept the challenge? Or is he too proud to let go of himself?

Warmth settled up and down her back. The scent of expensive cologne and tobacco wrapped around her shoulders. Lips hovered close to her ear.

“May I touch you?”

That accent. She shivered, her thighs clenching together; she turned her head toward him. Nodded. Her hips filled his splayed hands. Kary’s head spun. He found the beat of the music with his body and buried his face in her hair, matching her pace. His fingers caressed through the silk of her clothes. His hard cock pressed against her backside. 

No attempt to hide that. She struggled with her breath.

The nine minutes of the song felt like an eternity, which then dissolved into “Natural One” by Folk Implosion.

He spun her around and locked eyes with her, slinging his arms over her shoulders. She didn’t know if it was the drink, the music, or just lust, but she pressed herself close to the man with the silver hair. Tugging her closer, he eased her into a thrusting movement that matched the beat of the song. He slipped a long muscular thigh between hers and she ground herself against him, fresh jolts of desire rattling her spine. His hand skimmed down her back and cradled her bottom, moved lower, and went under her skirt; she was wet, and if she kept going like this, she was going to come right there on the dance floor. 

I don’t care.

The white noise in her head dissolved into the red noise in her blood.

The music changed again.

***

The moody romance of Echo and the Bunnymen’s “Killing Moon” slowed the pace of the dancefloor. 

Krennic stepped back and let a sliver of air between them. Twirling her into a waltz-like move, he steered one steadying hand between her shoulders and dropped the other one to her hip. As the music swelled, he eased her into a backward dip and left a lingering kiss on the throat. 

She groaned.

Grinning, he drifted his lips up the curve of her neck.

He wanted more but the song ended and she pulled away from him.

“I’ll be back.” She made brief eye contact, then smirked. “But if I’m not, you should come find me.”

She walked away, trailing her fingers down his arm.

***

Pushing her way through the crowd of women in front of the ladies room, she found an empty single bathroom with a door. Locking herself in, washed her hands and studied herself in the mirror. She was flushed, hot. Her hair was a mess. 

Do I know what to do next? She steadied her breath. He’s a catch, that’s for sure…but why is he here? 

She wasn’t looking for a man. The dance floor was full of women who would gladly take her place. She had come to the club to escape her grief. He was just a bonus to the night, a sexy dance partner who could be filed away as a fantasy.

He’s fucking hot, but there is too much at stake. She pushed back from the sink. I’ve gotta lose him…like now.  

Running one hand through her snarled-up hair, she opened the door. 

What happened next was a blur.

***

Krennic grabbed her hips and pulled her against him. He kissed her full on the mouth, his tongue seeking hers. He grinned as she returned the kiss, once, twice then jerked her head away and buried her face in his neck, kissing along his jawline and running her fingers through his hair. 

Nails scraped against his scalp. Krennic growled and shoved her against the bathroom sink. Hoisting her up, he felt her legs wrap around his waist. Desire boiled over as she ground herself against him. Pushing her further back he kissed her chest, pushed his hands under her camisole and bra, and cupped her bare breasts, running his thumbs over her nipples. She thrust herself back against him, hands scrambling at the buttons on his shirt, growing more desperate and her hands traveled lower, the last button popped off and rattled against the floor. 

Chest bare, he grunted as she nipped at his collarbone, the sensation going straight to his cock. Pulling her back again against the sink, he yanked up her skirt, running his hands up her legs. Krennic couldn’t contain his smile at the whimpering sounds she made as he plunged his fingers past her panties and found her wet. 

Krennic pressed his fingers into her. Swirling and exploring, he grazed her clit and pressed harder as he heard her gasp.  Stopping, he lowered his mouth against her ear and whispered: 

“Is this for me? Did I do this to you?” His smile got wider as he met her eyes and watched her nod. 

Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her panties, he drew them down. She spread her legs to pull them off entirely and reached for his belt. 

Her hands rubbed his cock through his pants, then stopped. Hissing at the friction, he looked down at her: she was frowning. 

“Do you have something?” Her voice was soft, but firm. 

Krennic mentally clawed his way out of his haze of lust. 

What? Something? Oh. Protection. 

Of course he didn’t have anything: tonight he hadn’t planned on an adventure with a strange woman.

Glancing around the room, he noticed a condom dispenser on the wall. Coins only. He had no change. 

Reluctantly pulling away from her, Krennic examined the dispenser. Bending his elbow, he jammed it against the machine. Once, twice, three times. The dispenser dented and clanged open, condoms scattering across the floor. Krennic grabbed a handful and tossed them on the edge of the sink. Problem solved. 

She grabbed the waist of his slacks and pulled him back to her. Another kiss then moved her face away.

Why wouldn’t she look at him?

And why was she avoiding kissing him on the mouth but letting him touch her everywhere else? 

Krennic resolved to get to the bottom of these questions right after…

An insistent nip under his ear brought him back to reality. Krennic responded with a bite to her neck and slid his hands back under her skirt. Less tentative this time, he thrust a finger directly into her warmth and slid his hand around her back, holding her steady as she gasped and teetered on the edge of the sink. The only way this was going to work was if she could keep her balance against the sink. Fucking in a public bathroom was something he hadn’t done in years and he certainly wasn’t going to take her on the filthy floor. 

She gasped as he pressed into her, she was so fucking wet, his palm pressing against her clit. Feeling her rub against him harder, he withdrew his hand. Krennic smirked as she whined in protest. He kept his voice light, teasing. 

“Feeling eager?”

Krennic’s belt buckle clattered as she unzipped his slacks, jerking them down along with his boxers.  Krennic saw her eyes widen as she boldly grasped him, stroking cock to the base, tightening and relaxing her grip. He groaned as he watched her lean forward and tease him with her tongue.   

Hissing, he pushed her head away and pushed himself against her heat as she dragged her nails across his chest. 

Reaching behind himself, Krennic fumbled for a condom. He had to get inside her. Hands shaking, he dropped the first condom on the floor. She had both hands on him, clenching, dragging. He couldn’t concentrate. Couldn’t open the fucking condom. 

Impatient, she released him and plucked the condom out of his hands.  Blinking in confusion, Krennic watched as she effortlessly opened the wrapper and with swift and triumphant ease, sheathed it over him.  

Grabbing her waist again, he tugged her up onto the sink. Her hand reached between them, and grasped his cock, Krennic covered her hand with his and allowed her to guide him…

Watching her carefully, Krennic saw her eyes go out of focus as he eased into her. Trying to go slowly, to savor her, he gripped her hips, grit his teeth, and fought the urge to bury himself completely into her. She fought him, covering his hands with hers again, threading her fingers over his. Krennic was startled at the sense of intimacy he felt, but this was forgotten as she pushed her hips against his, engulfing him in soft warmth. 

Groaning at the unexpected movement, he watched her, awed as she moved her body against his, bore down once, twice, and then trembled, and cried out. He felt her clench and pulse around him and realized that she was coming already. 

Krennic watched her bite her lips to smother her cries of pleasure. Feeling her go limp, he supported her body against his and continued to thrust into her. She was perfect: hair askew, face flushed, hands sliding across his chest. 

But she wouldn’t look him in the eye. 

Desperate to see her, Krennic pulled out, she whined and clutched at him. He roughly spun her around and pushed her against the sink. Gripping her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh, he plunged back into her from behind, feeling himself grow harder as she moaned gratefully when he thrust back into her. Gasping, she moved her hips to match his rhythm. 

Burying his face in her hair, Krennic struggled to hold his composure. She was too far away from him, her hands and chest pressed against the sink. Keeping his thrusts shallow, he ran his hands over her back and shoulders and pulled her back against him. his hand roamed over her belly, caressing his fingernails across her breasts, he pressed his hand against her chest and drew her against him. 

He caught a glimpse of them in the mirror in front of the sink. Her face was a mask of pleasure. 

The mirror…

Krennic leaned closer, and whispered in her ear. 

“Look at me, little rebel…”

Her eyes met his in the mirror, feline green and heavy-lidded. She reached up and grasped his hair, shrieking as she came again, slamming her hips against his, keeping her eyes locked with his in the mirror. 

Krennic fucked her through her second orgasm. The combination of her pulsing around his cock with their eye contact and the new rhythm of her hips against him sent him over his own edge. His orgasm shot through him. He gasped, pounding himself into her, coming hard, blissful, dissolving. 

He continued to thrust through the aftershocks, burying his face in her neck, breathing in her scent, something floral, her sweat combined with his own. Moving his hand down her chest, over her belly, and back down between her legs, fingers brushing against her clit, grinning at her gasps. 

Images of tenderness flashed through his mind. Inviting her to his bed, drinking coffee, and lounging in bed with the newspaper. Her tattoos, the stars lining her shoulders and back:  maybe she would understand his work. 

Christ, I didn’t even know her name. 

Still inside her but receding, he wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck. Her hand moved against his, then up to his face. She kissed him. Once, twice...she didn’t pull away. 

Someone banged at the door. “Hurry up in there!!!”  

Krennic reluctantly pulled away, and withdrew from her, wincing. She made a mewling sound as she lowered her head. He pulled off the condom, washed his hands, and turned to her. She was meeting his eyes now. He reached for her...

“Will you excuse me?” 

Nodding, he adjusted himself, buttoning his shirt. 

“Just give me a minute”

Krennic stepped out, pushing against another couple trying to get in “Wait your fucking turn”. 

***

Kary sagged against the sink, body thrumming and trying to collect her thoughts. 

When their eyes locked in the mirror, Kary had a vision.

Shouting, fists slammed against tables. A panorama of explosions. The man’s voice, full of awe and pride. 

“Oh! It’s beautiful” 

Combined with his hands on her body, his cock thrusting, the vision had sent her over the edge.  The best sex she’d ever had. 

Her legs were wobbly, she was shocked at how empty she had felt when he pulled out. Turning around to see her backside in the mirror, Kary noticed marks on her hips. She was probably going to have bruises tomorrow. 

I don’t care…

But she did: the visions frightened her. His presence, his power. She was intrigued by the man with the silver hair. He was stern, but a tiny bit vulnerable, a skilled lover who had met her challenge. What was he like outside of this place? 

Hold on: you don't do things like this, you're drunk and lonely, the stars aligned and you let your guard down. 

The fear and desire were overwhelming, and he was waiting for her. 

Did he feel her power? 

Never mind, you’ve got to lose him. Go home and forget this ever happened. 

Cleaning herself up she noticed her panties under the sink, along with the button that had snapped from his shirt. 

Collecting herself, Kary opened the door. He was leaning against the wall, ankles crossed, head lowered. Raising his eyes to her, he bit his lip and gave a shy smile. He reached for her hand. 

“Hey, little rebel…”

Her stomach flipped as his blue eyes continued to plead with her: he had given her that look in the mirror. Kary felt the pulsing between her legs return. 

“I think this is yours.” She held up the button. 

His smile was boyish, the arrogance she had seen earlier was gone. He traced circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. 

Kary tucked it into his pants pocket. 

I need to get out of here. 

“Listen, I’ve got to...you know…” He jerked his head towards the men’s room. “Meet you at the bar?” 

She nodded, and his hand lingered on hers as he pulled away to stand in the short line. Kary backed away, keeping eye contact with him until she left the area. 

She had five minutes, tops. Weaving around the dance floors to the crowded bar, she pushed her way through and flagged the bartender. Throwing a wad of cash on the bar, Kary made her way to the coat check. 

***

Navigating his way back to the bar, Krennic was lost in thought. He was going to settle his bar tab, get her out of this club, and take her to his apartment. Maybe he’d fuck her again, but it wasn’t necessary tonight. He just wanted to hold her, wake up next to her. Get to know her, study the tattoos on her back up close. Figure out who this mystery girl was, and why this felt like something more than a casual fuck. 

She could be the start of something beautiful.

Signaling the bartender, Krennic tossed down a credit card. Signing off on his tab, he glanced around the bar. He surveyed the dance floor: no sign of her. A coil of concern bloomed into panic.  Flagging down the bartender again, Krennic asked “Have you seen the little redhead who was here earlier?” 

The bartender pointed behind him. “I think that’s her over there…” 

Krennic spun around and saw her at the coat check counter. 

She was leaving!

Fighting his way through the crowd, Krennic shouted “Wait!!! Don’t go!!! Please!!”  She glanced over her shoulder, and he caught her eye, pleading “Wait!! I don’t even know your name!”

Her eyes flashed with panic. What happened to the woman who had clung to him? 

Fuck!!

Krennic cursed out loud, shoving people out of his way. She was too far away from him! Stumbling towards the exit, he shoved the door open and ran onto the crowded street. Panicking, he looked left, right, searching desperately for her in the throngs of people. He couldn’t find her. 

Struggling against the impulse to punch out a window, a person, something, Krennic drove both hands into his hair, his heart pounding in despair. He was frantic, he had to find her, but how? 

He didn’t even know her name, how could he let her slip away?!?! 

An idea occurred to him. He pushed back into the club, through the crowds, and up to the bar. Almost shoving a young woman aside, he reached over and grabbed the bartender’s arm. 

“The redhead!? Did she pay by credit card? Do you know her name?!”

Shaking off Krennic's hand, the bartender said “No man, sorry. I’ve never seen her before tonight, she’s not a regular here”

“Did she pay with a credit card!?”

“No man, sorry. She paid with cash. If I were you I’d check your pockets. Lots of thieves come in here, gotta be careful…”

Krennic cursed aloud again, bar patrons staring at him. She couldn't have been a thief. He reached in his pockets. Wallet, money clip, cufflinks-all there. His credit cards and cash were intact, his watch was still on his wrist. He dug into his back pocket, hands finding the button from his shirt, and something else. 

He pulled out a bundle of silk and lace. Her panties. Despite himself, Krennic grinned. His little rebel had gotten the last word in. Now how the fuck could he find her? 

***

Heart hammering,  Kary fought back unplanned tears. He was frantic, heartbroken. She had heard him shout after her and almost had a change of heart. But she shoved the impulse aside and hurried out of the club. Pushing through the people on the sidewalk, she ducked into a parking garage and pressed herself against a retaining wall, hearing him holler in the streets. 

She looked for a way out. The parking garage had an exit at the opposite end. Pulling out her phone, she called an Uber to pick her up. She needed to get home, away from where he could find her.  

Baze and Îmwe had tried to teach her control her response to the Kyber crystals. But the visions were too overwhelming, unbearable. There was always a surge of power, blue and green fire.

And the silhouette of a man…

Dammit, this is no time to speculate, get out of here…

Looking up, she searched the shy. Through the glow of the city, she found the glint of the North Star and breathed through her panic.

Kary didn’t even know the silver-haired man’s name. It was better this way. 

***

Krennic paced back and forth. He had taken a cab home, muttering his address to the driver and sitting in the back, clenching his fists and trying to keep a handle on his panic and anger. 

He’d poured himself a bourbon, downed it, and poured another. The apartment, modern and sleek, seemed less like a home, too damn tidy. She would have been a beam of freshness and color to this place. 

The bourbon was getting to him and he was going to pay tomorrow. Krennic didn’t care, the drink wasn’t numbing his wounded pride and the confusing -imagined?- connection he felt with the redhead. He pulled her panties out of his pocket. Again. Stroking the soft silk, he remembered the groans of pleasure, her weight against him, her lips, his surprising feelings. 

It’s been a long time since you’ve wanted to take someone home with you. 

He clenched his fists, downed the rest of his bourbon, and threw the tumbler to the floor. Ignoring the shattering glass, he thought “This is why I have to get the fuck out of Boston”. 

Desperate for a distraction, Krennic picked up his phone. He scrolled through what looked like a million missed text messages and phone calls.

His realtor.

“​Orson, where the hell are you? I’ve been trying to reach you all night. I’ve got your dream house, it’s going on the market next week, and you’ve got the first showing. Be there, bring your checkbook.”

A date. An address: Coburn Cove. Manchester-by-the-Sea. 

And several photos of a ramshackle house atop a buff facing the ocean.

…to be continued

[kanyakumaro]

How Cash App Weekly Limits Affect Your Transactions

In today’s fast-paced financial environment, mobile payment platforms like Cash App have become integral to managing and transferring money efficiently. With its user-friendly interface and robust features, Cash App is a popular choice for handling everyday transactions. However, one common question among users is whether Cash App imposes any weekly limits on transactions. This comprehensive guide delves into Cash App weekly limits, exploring its various aspects and providing insights into how you can manage and potentially increase these limits.

Understanding Cash App Limits

Cash App, developed by Square, Inc., is a versatile financial tool that allows users to send, receive, and manage money directly from their smartphones. It supports various transactions, including peer-to-peer payments, direct deposits, and investment in stocks and Bitcoin. However, like many financial services, Cash App has specific limits on transactions to ensure security and regulatory compliance.

What are the Cash App Transfer Limits?

Cash App sets limits on how much you can send or receive per transaction and within specific time frames. These limits can vary based on your verification status and account type (personal or business). Typically, unverified accounts have lower limits compared to verified accounts.

What is the Cash App Withdrawal Limit Per Day?

The Cash App withdrawal limit per day is another critical factor to consider. Cash App allows users to withdraw cash from ATMs or transfer funds to their bank accounts. The daily limit may impact how much you can access or transfer in a given week.

What are the Cash App Sending and Receiving Limits?

Cash App imposes limits on both sending and receiving money. For unverified accounts, the sending limit is usually capped at $250 per week, while the receiving limit can be up to $1,000 per month. Verified accounts enjoy higher limits, often reaching up to $7,500 per week for sending money.

Cash App Max Transfer

The maximum transfer limit can vary depending on your verification status and account history. Verified users can transfer up to $7,500 per week, while unverified users face significantly lower limits.

How to Increase Cash App Limits?

To increase Cash App limits, you need to verify your account. Verification involves providing personal information, such as your full name, date of birth, and Social Security number. Once verified, you can enjoy higher limits on sending, receiving, and withdrawing money.

Steps to Increase Your Cash App Limits

Complete Account Verification: Provide the necessary personal information to verify your account.

Submit Required Documents: Upload any additional documents requested by Cash App for further verification.

Wait for Approval: Cash App will review your information and update your limits once verification is complete.

FAQ About Increasing Cash App Weekly Limits

1. What is the Cash App weekly limit for unverified accounts?

Unverified Cash App accounts typically have a sending limit of $250 per week and a receiving limit of $1,000 per month.

2. How can I check my Cash App limits?

You can view your current Cash App limits by navigating to the "Account" or "Settings" section within the app.

3. Can I increase my Cash App withdrawal limit?

Yes, you can increase Cash App withdrawal limit by verifying your account. Verified users generally have higher withdrawal limits.

4. What is the Cash App transfer limit per day?

The Cash App daily transfer limit varies based on your verification status. Unverified accounts usually have lower limits compared to verified accounts.

5. How do I increase my Cash App limit from $2,500 to $7,500?

To increase your limit, you need to complete the account verification process. Once verified, your limits will be adjusted accordingly.

6. Are there any Cash App limits for business accounts?

Yes, business accounts on Cash App may have different limits compared to personal accounts. The limits are typically higher but can vary based on account activity and verification.

7. What is the Cash App limit for adding cash?

The limit for adding cash to your Cash App balance can vary based on your account verification status and linked funding sources.

8. How does Cash App handle ATM withdrawal limits?

Cash App imposes daily ATM withdrawal limits. You can check your specific limit in the app’s settings or by contacting Cash App support.

Conclusion

While Cash App does not explicitly define a weekly limit, various transaction limits and account settings affect how much you can send, receive, and withdraw. Understanding these limits and verifying your account are crucial steps to maximise your Cash App experience. By following the outlined steps, you can manage your transactions effectively and enjoy the flexibility that Cash App offers.

For more information and updates on Cash App limits and features, stay tuned to the official Cash App website or contact their support team.

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Understanding Cash App Withdrawal Limits: How Much You Can Withdraw Weekly

In today's fast-paced digital world, mobile payment apps like Cash App have revolutionised how we manage our money. With a few taps on your smartphone, you can send, receive, and even withdraw cash from your Cash App account. However, if you're a frequent user or need to access large amounts of cash, how much can you withdraw from Cash App weekly? Understanding Cash App's withdrawal limits and how to increase them is essential for managing your finances effectively. This comprehensive guide will delve into the weekly withdrawal limits, daily caps, and how you can maximize your use of Cash App for both ATM and direct withdrawals.

How Much Can You Withdraw from Cash App?

The question of how much you can withdraw from Cash App weekly is common among users who regularly transfer funds or use their Cash App card at ATMs. Cash App has established specific withdrawal limits to maintain security and comply with banking regulations.

For most users, the standard withdrawal limit from Cash App is $1,000 per week for ATM withdrawals. This limit applies whether you're withdrawing cash directly from an ATM using your Cash App card or transferring funds to a linked bank account and withdrawing the cash there. However, this limit can vary based on several factors, including account verification status, transaction history, and other security measures. If you're a verified user, you may be eligible for higher withdrawal limits, but you'll need to follow specific steps to unlock them.

What are the Cash App ATM Limits?

The Cash App ATM limit is crucial for users who frequently withdraw cash from ATMs using their Cash App card. The standard ATM withdrawal limit is $310 per transaction and $1,000 per 24-hour period. This limit ensures that users can access cash as needed while maintaining a level of security to prevent fraudulent activity.

Understanding these ATM limits is essential for planning your withdrawals, especially if you need to access large amounts of cash in a short period. If you frequently find yourself hitting the ATM limit, there are steps you can take to increase it, which we'll cover in more detail below.

How to Increase ATM Limit on Cash App?

If you're looking to increase Cash App ATM limit, you'll need to ensure that your account is fully verified. Here's a step-by-step guide to help you through the process:

Verify Your Account: To unlock higher ATM withdrawal limits, you must verify your Cash App account. This involves providing your full name, date of birth, and the last four digits of your Social Security number. Cash App may require additional information, such as a photo ID or proof of address, to thoroughly verify your account.

Build a Transaction History: Regular use of your Cash App account and maintaining a good transaction history can contribute to higher withdrawal limits. By demonstrating consistent, responsible usage, you may be eligible for limit increases over time.

Contact Cash App Support: If your needs exceed the standard withdrawal limits, consider reaching out to Cash App support directly. Explain why you need a higher limit and provide any necessary documentation. While there's no guarantee that your request will be approved, users with verified accounts and a solid transaction history often have more success in obtaining higher limits.

FAQs

1. How can I check my current Cash App withdrawal limit?

You can check your current withdrawal limit by navigating to the settings within your Cash App and reviewing your account details.

2. Why is my Cash App withdrawal limit only $1,000 per week?

The standard Cash App withdrawal limit for most unverified users is $1,000 per week. To increase this limit, you need to verify your account and follow the steps outlined earlier.

3. Can I increase my Cash App withdrawal limit to more than $1,000 per week?

Yes, by verifying your account and maintaining a good transaction history, you can request an increase in your withdrawal limit. In some cases, reaching out to Cash App support directly can also help.

4. How long does it take to increase my Cash App withdrawal limit?

After submitting verification information, it typically takes a few days for Cash App to review and approve your request for a limit increase.

5. What should I do if my Cash App withdrawal limit increase request is denied?

If your request is denied, review the information provided for any errors and ensure your account is in good standing. Consider contacting Cash App support for further clarification.

6. Are there any fees associated with exceeding the Cash App withdrawal limit?

There are no fees for exceeding the limit because Cash App will not process any withdrawal that exceeds your current limit. You must wait for the limit to reset or increase it by verifying your account.

Conclusion

Understanding how much you can withdraw from Cash App weekly is essential for effectively managing your finances and ensuring you have access to funds when needed. By knowing your limits and how to increase them, you can maximize your use of the platform and enjoy greater financial flexibility. Follow the steps outlined in this guide to increase your withdrawal limits and make the most out of your Cash App experience.

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How Weekly Limits Affect Your Cash App Usage

Cash App has become a versatile tool for managing finances, making transactions, and trading cryptocurrencies. As with many financial platforms, Cash App imposes various limits on transactions to ensure security and compliance with regulations. One common question among users is whether Cash App has a weekly limit on transactions and, if so, how to manage or increase it.

Understanding Cash App Limits

Cash App imposes different limits based on the type of transaction and the user's account verification status. These limits are designed to protect users from fraud and to comply with financial regulations. Cash App weekly limits can vary for different types of transactions, including sending money, withdrawing funds, and buying or selling Bitcoin.

What are the different Cash App Weekly Limits?

**1. Sending Money 

Standard Limits: For unverified accounts, Cash App typically allows you to send up to $250 per week. Once your account is verified, this limit can increase significantly.

Increased Limits: Verified accounts can send up to $7,500 per week. This higher limit is part of Cash App's efforts to provide greater flexibility for users who have completed the necessary identity verification steps.

**2. Receiving Money

Standard Limits: Cash App does not generally impose a specific weekly limit on receiving money. However, there may be restrictions based on the total amount received in a given period or based on your overall account activity.

**3. Bitcoin Transactions

Weekly Limits: Cash App sets limits on Bitcoin transactions, including buying, selling, and withdrawing Bitcoin. The specific limits can vary and are subject to change based on market conditions and account verification.

How to Increase Your Cash App Weekly Limit?

To increase Cash App limit, follow these steps:

Verify Your Identity: Ensure that your account is fully verified by providing the necessary documents, such as a government-issued ID, and completing the selfie verification process.

Link Your Bank Account: Linking a bank account enhances your account's credibility and can increase transaction limits.

Use Direct Deposit: Setting up direct deposit can increase your transaction limits as it adds another layer of financial verification.

Contact Cash App Support: If you need a higher limit than what's automatically available, you can contact Cash App support to request an increase. Be prepared to provide additional information or documentation as requested.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

1. Does Cash App have a weekly limit on sending money?

Yes, Cash App has a weekly limit on sending money. For unverified accounts, the limit is typically $250 per week. Verified accounts can send up to $7,500 per week.

2. How can I increase my Cash App weekly limit?

To increase Cash App weekly limit, you should verify your identity, link a bank account, and consider using direct deposit. If necessary, contact Cash App support for further assistance.

3. Is there a limit on receiving money through Cash App?

Cash App generally does not impose a specific weekly limit on receiving money. However, there may be restrictions based on overall account activity and transaction history.

4. Are there limits on Bitcoin transactions in Cash App?

Yes, Cash App has limits on Bitcoin transactions, including buying, selling, and withdrawing Bitcoin. Cash App Bitcoin limits can vary and are influenced by your account verification status and other factors.

5. How do I check my current Cash App limits?

To check your current Cash App limits, open the app, go to the "Banking" tab, and review your account settings and limits. You can also contact Cash App support for detailed information on your specific limits.

By understanding and managing these limits, you can optimise your use of Cash App and make the most of its features for your financial needs.

[mcalhenwrites]

Today is going so weird, and I want to celebrate half of it and cry about the other half. Things are either magnificent or terrible. The magnificent parts are all generally writing-related! One is that I got messaged from a friend that he bought my book! (THANK YOU IF YOU SEE THIS!)

Which, yesterday was funny? I overheard my roommate talking to someone in a chat about my book, so that might result in another sale...? Whoever it was, they seemed interested! (I couldn't hear their half, but they certainly kept asking questions my roommate had to answer, and I kept yelling into the room from the kitchen, "THE BOOK HAS A BLURB!") (Speaking of blurbs, the person who is a baker at the other location of the company I work for is a friend of my roommate's and that's how I heard about the job and ended up getting it, but she has heard my blurb and was interested in buying the book. Now we can't tell her the title/author bc it likely would be discovered by everyone I work with after that, and while I think my boss would not care if I wrote fic and erotica tbh, it's gonna be awkward when my coworkers find out all my goddamn interests and kinks. Most embarrassingly, it might be revealed I'm a massive KH fan... :P ) Anyhow. I also got another sub on Patreon, THANK YOU! And I realized just now I have 3 comments in my inbox on AO3. <3 So uh. Anyway, I checked my bank account before hitting the grocery store this morning, to see where I stand financially/how much to spend. (I need to also transfer some money out of checking and into my savings, like the royalty payments and a kofi donation.) I saw I had pending transactions, and I checked it, expecting it to be just my single work-related direct deposit. Only there was an extra amount of money - way more money - in a second transaction from my workplace. What? So I text my boss. At the grocery store, I find out that my boss tried to text me about covering today (someone at the other store is sick). Only I didn't get that text in the group chat! Weird. Anyway, it did get covered by someone else, but I'm on standby for tomorrow in the afternoon, will find out more later on if I need to cover. So I spend my morning scrambling to communicate rides, though my boss can pick me up if need be it sounds like. (May take her up on that if I go in tomorrow, and I got someone to pick me up Saturday too.) Then I find out why the weird pay thing... it is another employee's paycheck, gone into my account by accident. And since it's pretty much "my money"... it will now be counted as being paid ahead and taken out of future paychecks. So I had to make sure to budget for the next approximate 6 weeks until I start getting paid again. (With any hope, I'll have a few extra hours to add, and by the time the paycheck after next rolls around, I might actually have some money to add. Even if it is only a little.) It's just very stressful with my health right now, being what it is. I feel panicked at all times, I'm barely writing... I was supposed to start working on THC and Rascal to publish in the future, but now that just seems kind of like... a project for another month or year, at the rate things are going. I miss having time to do things. And while people might lecture me that I only work weekends and then some, the fact is that I'm spending a lot of days just recovering from my health. For all the posturing people do online about disabilities, they tend to not show that when they actually DEAL with disabilities. I'm lucky to have a few friends online and off who do understand, but so many people just go, "Well, as much as I talk about how stupid capitalism and the status quo are, and I care about disabilities and equality, you have no choice we all deal with this pull up them bootstraps!" Not worded that way, but too many people aren't very kind when confronted with a situation where they have to put their moral grandstanding to the test. :/ (Though a huge thank you to the ones who DO understand what I'm dealing with and who have been super kind about it.) Edit: Well, add "Patreon temporarily restricted my account until I verified my identity" to the fuckery of today. It is sorted, but uh. I didn't need that shit. WHAT IS MY FUCKING LUCK HONESTLY

[leanderfields]

KINTSUGI – the art of repairing broken ceramics with gold and lacquer, a reminder that there is beauty even when things fall apart

“I’m not looking for trouble. Honest." “Is breaking and entering not trouble?” “... Suppose, I only entered.”

Pairing: Thief! Leander x Hightown aristocrat!reader

Synopsis: Life as a Highborn noble can be as lavish and extravagant as one makes it out to be. After all, money talks in these parts of Eridia. Every interaction is transactional. Even relationships, a horrible realization that you had when turning down one too many marriage– or rather, business– proposals. But when all hope in love is lost, a thief breaks into your bedroom in the dead of night. He's charming and easy on the eyes, but is your heart the only thing he'll take?

C/W: f!reader (no pronouns but there are uses of gendered terms e.g. "my lady" and they do wear dresses), reader is not the touchstarved mc, reader has a surname and is a hopeless romantic, also an overthinker and bookworm that stays up reading romance novels at night, slight Elyon x reader, he has a surname too, I intend for this to be a slow burn, vague mentions of the patriarchy, written before the full game has been released therefore some creative liberties were taken, please check chapters for more specific warnings / more warnings will be added as the story continues

Status: ongoing

A/N: I will try to finish this before the game releases. I write whenever inspiration hits and school is starting soon again so I'm a little worried, but it's okay!! I have a vague plot outline and a vision (•̀o•́)ง

Table of Contents

01. the witching hour

02. a duke and his accomplice

03. talk of the town

04. yellow amaryllis

05. tbd

06. tbd

07. tbd (we'll see where it goes from there)

[priankabhatia]

Burberry’s Essence: the Power of Branding

This weekend, after purchasing a lipstick at Sephora, I was gifted a surprise bag of a dozen sample-size perfumes from different brands. Perhaps Sephora knows that I haven’t bought a perfume from them before, perhaps it’s because I’ve been reading reviews online about perfumes, or perhaps it was simply a coincidence, but I was happy to try them. I enlisted my partner to help me and we both tried to ignore the packaging and focus on the scents (in retrospect, I should have tried to make it a truly blind test). Burberry’s Goddess fragrance turned out to be our favorite, and it had us thinking about the role that Burberry's brand played.

When I think of Burberry, I’m reminded of the company’s legendary history: its storied trench coat, the sophistication of London, and Ernest Shackleton's expedition. I’m probably also influenced by the number of British celebrities who I admire marketing the brand. Burberry's iconic check is a status of luxury, which makes wearing a Burberry perfume somehow feel luxurious too.

I tried to read the case through the lens of Angela Ahrendts: what would I do if I were in her shoes? Similarly, for my team’s project: how we can we build and protect a brand that is as respected as Burberry’s?

First, I think Burberry has succeeded by investing in its digital presence to capture customer data. Although the majority of global personal luxury good sales are transacted in physical stores, the majority of retail luxury purchases are triggered or influenced by a digital experience. Second, by targeting customers through a contact program also helps create a more personalized experience, which is especially important for the absolute customer segment. Third, Burberry has been thoughtful in how their products are marketed, packaged, and named—I mean, who wouldn’t want to smell like a goddess?