Hate To Beg Again For Some Cash But I Just Need To Buy Some Groceries And Food So I Can Eat With My Meds.

Hate to beg again for some cash but I just need to buy some groceries and food so I can eat with my meds. If you can donate or reblog, I’d be grateful. PayPal.Me is here. Any help would be great, thank you for your help! 🙏🏻

[ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender has harmed someone who threatened the receiver. (Cash & Aggie)

for you i would. / accepting!

she gasps when cash's fist connects with the mans' cheek, eyes widening and her hands coming up to her mouth as she backs away a few steps. she didn't expect a little convenience store run before their date in the theater to turn out this way, but after the man had threatened her, agatha was immediately glad that cash was here with her. how terrible it could've potentially turned out if he wasn't.

she watches the man scramble to his feet and run off before quickly closing the distance between her and cash, wrapping her arms around him, fingers curling into his shirt. " th-thank you, cash. " the faeries' voice trembles as she looks up at him. gods, her heart is still beating a mile a minute. " c-can we just... sit in the c-car for a bit before we head to— t-to th-the theater? "

[ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders. (Simon & Aggie)

for you i would. / accepting!

she sits on the porch, chin resting on her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs, slowly rocking back and forth a little to soothe herself. today was quite the day and now she just— she needed a moment.

agatha hears the door open behind her and feels the comforting weight of a heavy jacket. she glances up, and upon seeing simon, she manages a smile, pulling the jacket tighter around herself. " thank you. i didn't think to grab a sweater or anything else when i came out here. i just... needed some peace and quiet before the noise got to be too much. " she sighs, looking away. agatha wasn't keen on having a meltdown in front of everyone.

she runs her fingers through her hair. " a lot went on today. the kids woke me up super early, which frazzled me a bit, but i managed to get them to eat breakfast and drove them to school. went into work, and i guess i was still a bit off from how i'd woken up and i screwed up a few orders. " agatha frowns, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. " got yelled it a few times, it shook me up a bit. then i brought the kids home, got them to have a snack and settle down to do their homework so they could have some free time to play around. they just... the noise was getting to me after an already bad day, so i came out here because if i snapped or got upset, i'd be so angry with myself. " another sigh leaves her and she shakes her head.

her gaze remains averted for a moment longer before she looks back up at simon. her smile returns. " thank you for the jacket. i'll head back in soon. "

" ah— o-oh! oh, goodness, i-i— i w-was wondering where that went! thank you s-so much. " an embarrassed laugh leaves the hero now, cheeks flushing as she smiles sheepishly and retrieves the pouch from the other's hand. she reattaches it to her belt with the others. must've come loose during the fight... maybe she could figure out a better way of keeping them fastened to the belt. to his praise, agatha feels her cheeks flushing more under her mask (which she feels incredibly grateful for now). " th-thank you! i-it's b-been a real honor working b-b-by your side... um, f-fatgum, r-right? "

⟬ @fiorserpen / s.c ⟭

"I found this down the street. Didn't look like it was busted open, so I figured ya'd want it back." Taishiro didn't feel it was a wild stretch of his imagination to assume that the pouch was hers when it matched the ones attached to the front of her belt. After a hard-fought battle, the last thing any hero wanted to learn was that they needed to replace their gear, so he was more than happy to lend her a hand. "You did a real good job out there, by the way."

someone should stop them from buying another snake—

Reblog if you are willing to do toxic ships

Not every love is sweet and kind Sometimes, love is dangerous Poisonous, addictive, obsessive Leaving emotional, mental and physical scars Don’t want to walk away, refuse to let go To need, no matter how much it hurts To know the same pain is returned Because some don’t want just the sweet They crave the bitter too