After having my electric company tell me for the past three months that they were delaying my bill and not giving me any metric or indicators on my power usage while trying to keep warm for the winter months with the heating units installed in my apartment, they hit me with a three-month super bill that I cannot pay.
I desperately need help, and I’m sorry to ask for this again, but if anyone can provide assistance, I would be grateful.
PayPal
CashApp
Venmo
$399.13/$1,318.86
THE BILL HAS BEEN EFFECTIVELY APPEALED IN MY FAVOR BY PA PUC
If any of you have ever had a situation similar with PECO (or whatever energy company handles your supply), contact your state’s PUC to file an official appeal of the matter. For my PA residents, here’s the link!
Thanks to any and all who offered assistance in this matter, it means the world to me!
have some of you considered that harry potter fans are partly fans *because* it funnels vast amounts of money to regressive politics? sometimes it feels like people think HP fans are just like, miseducated teenagers and not soccer moms who know better and actively choose against it
racist white canadians and europeans want you to believe the slave trade worked like this
it did not. it is public knowledge the slave trade worked like this
and in fighting antiblackness within canada and europe it is so so so important to acknowledge these places's participation in and benefit from the transantlantic slave trade. Slavery is not just the US's dirty past, it is a triangular industry lasting centuries that white people in the united states, canada, and europe benefitted from and continue to benefit from to this day. Slavery was good for white canadians and white europeans. They liked it. they encouraged it. they had slaves, they profited from the slave trade, and they used products grown from US slave labour in every day life. The slavery of Black people would not have been possible on the sheer scale at which it happened if it were not for active, consistent participation from europe and canada.
I think we should keep spreading misinformation about Charlie Kirk’s death being a inside job within TPUSA because it’s a really decisive thing among influencers on the right rn and it slows down their propaganda machine because they’re too busy arguing about this bum. First time saying this but yeah, sure, that public figure’s wife put a hit out on him. It was Erika, don’t give up on getting him justice, Candace!
personally I'm annoyed by the socioeconomic conditions that made words like "unalive" necessary but simultaneously impressed by the linguistic adaptations young people have made to continue talking about important things while subject to those conditions and I think if you can't hold both of those thoughts in your head you might just be old man yelling at cloud
this racist website keeps deleting nader. he has been on tumblr since the beginning of the genocide and he's been in communication with me for years. in the span of 24 hours they have completely wiped every attempt he's made at creating a new account to fundraise for his father's cancer treatment
he has a long way to go after having to start a new gfm so anything you can spare would be much appreciated. please get better, tumblr
Hello, I'm Nader, a young man from the Gaza Strip. I've lived… Nadaer Alanqer needs your support for Donate to help Nader's father receive t
THATS MY BESTIE!! Ery is amazing and i can 100% vouch for them/their services! They were a long time user on here before the fucking cops (tumblr admin) nuked their account in the Black blogger purge. Definitely reach out to Ery if you need help!!
Do you see on After Dark where Jacob said he had a complicated relationship with the reading of Claudia's diary in the script?
Yes. Any normal person would.
But Jacob is not Louis, and Louis does things for himself.
Did Bruce have it coming? Yes. His death was a long time coming.
But the Bruce revenge was for Louis. Not Claudia. Killing Bruce didn't bring her back. That's why you saw Louis going to the diner to stalk Regina. It was a hollow gesture, and Louis is so good at those.
I saw this when running newpipe. But wait, it gets deeper. I clicked on the details buttons and it said as of today, we have 83 days left until Google rolls out this new requirement for apps inside and outside of the google play store. If any developer disagrees with their new terms and fees, they will be blocked!
I'll share some of the info below:
Looks like they're trying to nuke the remaining privacy and freedoms we have left on the internet.
What to do?
-Get your developer friends to not comply to their new guides
- Sign the open letter on the site and take action by checking out the full resources list on their website as well!
To summarize, this is all daunting especially when you feel all alone with unfair and inhumane regulations comming out faster than improvements but we got this working together!
Share the link with your friends, family and anyone who will listen!
Your phone is about to stop being yours. In September 2026, Google will block every Android app whose developer hasn't registered with them.
Hello all, I’ve recent victim of the Shawn Hatosy bug. Please don’t cure me. I was bitten when I listened to “Yes, Chef” on Quinn and it may have altered my brain chemistry; I am now very enamored by this old man. And you’re gonna hear about it. This is post the second episode, “Last Call,” in which this is a small glimpse in Grant and Iris’s life.
Word count: 1.4K
Tags: use of “good girl,” cunnilingus, fingering, praise kinks abound, porn with feelings, morning sex, talking through it, gentle MDom Grant, BIPOC Iris
I’m also writing something else low-key so stay tuned if this appetizer was appealing to you 🍳
Grant awoke to symphonic birdsong out the window. Sunlight flowed through the blinds, dappled by the lilting sway of leaves and branches outside. Gentle, warm fingertips dotted and ghosted over his forehead, down his cheeks, over his chin, over the stubble he was going to shave soon, he swore.
“We should have closed the blinds,” he rasped.
“The sun is the best alarm clock; it gets me right up.”
Iris was at his left, her voice just as sleep-rough. It was coming back to him now – he and Iris put themselves on closing after a Friday night service. They got Chinese takeout on the way to Iris’s. Put on a movie. Got through, maybe, half of it before they started making out. Stumbled to the bed and--
“A laser beam to the eyes would wake anyone up.”
“Then turn away from the sun, silly. Look at me.”
Grant was halfway over when Iris replied; his pupil dilated, whether it was from the light adjustment or seeing her was up for debate. She sat knee-to-chest, chin perched atop folded arms. She was still naked; her deep tawny skin gleamed like copper in the early morning sun. Her curves, ebbing and soft, were outlined like brush strokes on canvas.
A smile crossed his lips, private and real. “Good morning.”
“Morning, sleepyhead.”
“When’d you get up?” Grant flipped to face her.
“A bit ago, just peed and came back.”
“Huh.”
Iris quirked an eyebrow. “What’s ‘huh?’”
“I figured you were a ‘Pilates at the crack of dawn’ kind of person. Green juice, journal affirmations, checking the vision board type of gal.”
“Oh, come on I don’t fit the influencer type that much, I just traveled and cooked and learned a bunch. Also, vision board? Stuck in 2016?”
Grant rolled his eyes, “do I look like the type to keep up with those trends?”
Iris laughed, “not even a little.”
“So I’m forgiven if my references are a little behind.”
“You are, and as you can see, I’m just as much of a sleepyhead as you.” Iris wiggled beneath the sheets, sighing when Grant’s warm, strong arm looped around her back instinctively.
“I prefer waking up with you than knowing you’re on a mat somewhere, anyway,” Grant sighed against the silk rim of her bonnet, kissing her forehead and cheek.
“Plus,” Iris caught Grant’s lips, dotting once, twice. “You had me in a few poses last night, I don’t need Pilates.”
She groaned when Grant embraced her flush against him and deepened the kiss, rumbling low at her reaction. Iris squirmed fruitlessly against her clit brushing against his firm quad.
“You liked the poses?” he joked, sliding to her waist.
“I liked the poses,” she whispered.
“Which ones?” Grant kissed over Iris’s chin and down her neck. He groaned a suckled kiss over the sweet spot just behind her ear, he felt it too. “I wanna hear them.”
Iris shivered and her eyes fluttered as she began to grind. “Grant,” she moaned.
“Use your words for me. Give me your favorite.”
His gentle command made her press harder to his thigh. “I liked being on all fours while you fucked me from behind,” Iris gasped, warming from ears to chest and burying her face in his neck. She could hear how wet she was, and so could he.
“So shy, Iris. I wanna know what you like, it’s okay. Look at me.”
Her brown eyes were dewy and clouded with lust, pants escaped her full, parted lips.
“Good girl. I liked that one too, did you like how deep you took me?”
“Ye—”
“Keep grinding.”
Iris whimpered and sped up, biting her lip, “yes.” It was so fresh, she could remember the claiming grip he held her hips with, lustful and molten. Mixed with the honeyed way Grant whispered in her ear, praising and guiding her with each stroke, it’s no wonder the fire was easily stoked.
“That’s better. You felt so good, I loved the way you hugged my cock and whimpered my name the whole time. You did so well for me, like you’re doing now.”
Iris’s pussy quivered at the praise, she clawed for his shoulder to steady herself. She melted so easily at his blunt direction, his unabashed desire he carried. To be seen like this, wanted like this, was delightfully new.
“Can I taste you, baby?”
“Please…”
Grant stole a final kiss and got to his knees, set to move to the edge of the bed. “Can I move this? I wanna see all of you.” His voice was like waves over gravel.
“Oh…yes,” Iris breathed.
They gasped softly when the sheets were pulled back; Iris’s body reacted to the cool brush of air, her nipples hardened as goosebumps bloomed over sensitive skin.
“You’re so beautiful…” Grant sighed once he reached the edge of the bed. He kissed and suckled her inner thighs before parting them further and groaned when he saw her glistening cunt.
“Fuck, Iris. All this for me? You’re too kind,” he gruffed.
She gasped and gripped the sheets, writhing into his mouth; Grant knew her after such a short time, but tongue and tender flesh moved as if made for each other. He suckled and flicked against around her pert clit and Iris mewled, bucking against him, needing more of this moist heat.
“Mmmh…! Nope, nuh-uh,” he growled and tugged Iris’s legs until they hooked over his shoulders. She gasped wantonly at the glimpse of his strength and how open and needy she was. Grant’s hand’s spread over her hips and lower abdomen, “stay put for me.”
Grant’s hands, roughhewn from knife pricks and hot pans, parted Iris with the gentleness of stroking flower petals before sliding a long finger inside her, humming appreciatively at the snug, slick warmth around him.
“God, you feel so fucking good, even just on my fingers. I could do this for hours, baby.”
Iris whimpered and clenched around him and scrambled for the hand on her stomach and laced their fingers, an anchor.
“Yeah, yeah it’s alright. It’s alright, Iris, I got ya; hold on to me—just like that,” Grant urged, adding another finger and developing a rhythm. He groaned when his mouth found her clit again, getting drunk on the taste and smell and motion of her.
“I-I’m close – hah! Grant…Grant, please…I’m—can I…?”
“Come for me, Iris. Don’t fight it, let it go; show how good I’m making you feel,” he gruffed, pumping his fingers.
Iris ceased like a coil spring before snapping loose with a long, high groan through her orgasm, twitching in the aftershocks. Her pussy gripped his fingers like a vise while her hot, slick spend flowed over his fingers and wrist.
A deep, affirmative sigh tickled her sensitive folds. “Ooooh yes, yes, good girl. Let it happen, just feel it,” Grant pumped her through her rolling orgasm, slow and present, just enough to give Iris more to ride out.
“You cum so beautifully,” he kissed Iris deeply as he pulled his fingers away from her silky walls, sucking them clean.
Iris’s vision cleared and her breathing evened after several moments afloat, whimpering and reaching for him. “Please…”
“I’m here, darlin’, I got ya,” Grant crawled the length of her body before gathering her in a tight embrace. He kissed her cheeks and forehead and temples, pouring praise into her. “You did so good, baby. You okay?”
Iris hummed as thanks and snuggled closer to him, blissed and warm and fluid from her climax.
Grant tilted her chin up, “words, please.” His gaze was soft again, no longer clouded by lust and desire, replaced by lo—
By something.
“Mmmyes,” she slurred.
“Better.” He kissed her again and pulled away to take in her sweet face, her soft cheeks, her sleepy smile.
“What about you? Are you…uh, hard?”
Grant glanced at himself, standing at half attention and bobbing lazily. “I mean, yeah.”
Iris chuckled, “not gonna do anything about it?”
“It’ll go down eventually, wasn’t thinkin’ of me at all, to be honest. I just wanted to make you cum, especially after you were so hot and bothered,” Grant chuckled low.
“You like flustering me,” Iris pouted.
“It’s fun.” A kiss, “it’s sexy.” Another. “But, seriously. It’s nice, seeing this side of you. You’re so locked in the flow zone at the restaurant; we both are cause we gotta be. But you, now, it’s a gift to, uh, slow down with you,” he murmured.
“Oh, that’s really sweet,” Iris breathed.
“Whew, I was worried it was cheesy.”
“It was, it was both. Brie and apricot go together for a reason,” Iris joked.
“Nice save, bringing it back to food,” Grant chuckled.
“Hasn’t failed me yet,” she purred, kissing him. “Thank you…for saying that, and for making me feel good first thing in the morning. Was it worth the sun in your eyes?”
“I’ll stare at it if it means we can do this again.”
Help a Broke Black Queer Person Get Money for Transportation & Food
hey yall I need some help
I’m really broke and don’t have enough money for food, transportation for my job, and my $75 phone bill I don’t get paid a lot from my job and idk what to do I’ve been rejected from SNAP like 3 times now and this is all on top of the $1,341 I owe to the college I used to go to because I withdrew
I had to call out from work last minute yesterday because I didn’t have enough money to go & I only worked 4 hours last week
Venmo: psyche00
Cash App (I do prefer Cash App)
reblog to help get some reach I doubt anything will come through tho but I might as well try
30/1,463
This total is composed of the $75 phone bill, $17 for me to buy a stuff to make a meal that will last a week, $30 for transportation for a day of work, and $1,341 of what I owe to my school (which I’m not hyper focused on that bc y’know I’m more worried about food, my phone, and getting to and from work)
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