#commstart

[harrowerrrr]

[ COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN ]

Welp, luck turned away from me and at the end of June I underwent an operation, after which rehabilitation continues to this day. And since physical labor is still undesirable for me, I came to the decision to open a slots of commissions, which I will try to complete for you as soon as possible. I ask you to treat the new prices with understanding, since all my savings have been spent on the treatment and now I need to earn at least a part of the previous amount, since I still need psychotherapy, which, most likely, will again include a course of antidepressants. Let me remind you that for several years now I have been living with gender dysphoria and burnout due to overwork, which I would like to get rid of.

I have a few months for this, as I plan to see a psychotherapist in October (October 3 is my birthday and I would like to present myself with a similar gift), so I would be grateful for any help, be it commissions, reblogs or dissemination of information!

[ 5 SLOTS STILL AVAILABLE ]

— The deadlines for the work are negotiable, since creativity takes too much of my energy, but if you need to get art by a certain date, then for an additional amount I will do it.

More details about prices are written in the price list.

— If you are interested, please contact me on DM.

Also, you can contact me via email.

Gmail: [email protected]

No matter how difficult it is, I believe that with your help I will cope with this! ♡

[greendalienz]

SMS:   OPEN.

charlie: great news!!!!

charlie: wait when's your last class let out

charlie: basically after much deliberation i have decided i will let you drive me to the nice speedway near the interstate after class tomorrow to buy munchies and vapies

charlie: but it has to be before 5:30pm on account of that's when the hot cashier clocks in on tuesdays and i cannot talk to him after what happened last week. DON'T ASK!!!!

[hawtgirlsht]

lydia was never one to deny a friend (or a classmate, or a stranger, depending) a favor, and so, here she was. walking up to people in the quad, carrying a clipboard, while they all seemed to avoid eye contact more than normal. and she couldn’t quite tell why; lydia thought this was an excellent cause. she approaches the nearest person with her unbreakable smile, just as she had dozens of other unwitting victims. “hi! i’m collecting money for my friend’s charity, buddy academy? they raise money so they can host art classes for blind dogs. can i put you down for a donation?” 

@communitystart​

[greendvles]

“so,” jonah begins, about as nonchalantly as a person with an agenda can. he leans across his lab table to the student at the other end, pushing his goggles up the bridge of his nose as he rests on his elbows. “how was your weekend? do you have plans for this upcoming one? are you good with children, at all?” questions punctuated by more questions, word vomit floods from his mouth quicker than he intended. it went much more smoothly in his head. but he knows, as a retail employee constantly asked to pick up other people’s slack -- my dog’s got a vet appointment tomorrow, can you take my opening shift? or, the second stall of the ladies’ room is flooded but i’m due for my 30, could you handle that? -- that favors, plainly, suck.  the delivery probably wouldn’t have mattered. either way, he wasn’t going to dwell on his mistake. a master of persuasion, he follows up with a personal anecdote. “listen. my kids’ mom has been seeing someone new, i think. from what i could hear eavesdropping on her phone call like the very mature adult that i am last night, she’s getting picked up at 7 on friday night. i can’t be there, i can’t.” his brows draw together for a moment, as if really emotionally compromised by the idea. and maybe he was, on some level, but only because he’s had no luck in the romantic realm himself. “i don’t wear jealousy nearly as well i do as these glasses,” he says, a beat later, pulling them from his face and taking a plastic arm between his lips; a fashion model seducing the camera. “so my plan was to pretend i have epic plans of my own. a wacky coincidence. we’re both being wined and dined that night. so i arranged for...” he pauses, so wrapped up in himself that his classmate’s name has escaped him. “you, my best friend from chem lab, to babysit.” he crack a smile, all teeth and no sincerity. “in reality, i’m thinking i might hit up the taco bell drive-thru and eat in my car. i can provide compensation in the form of a crunchwrap supreme. take pity on me, please.” 

[greendalienz]

a dull ache rested behind his left eye,  the kind that was twisting his stomach,  and only amplified his desire to be somewhere other than greendale.  call it a hangover if you want,  but mike would rather see it as apart of his current sickness,  one that greendale only seemed to be making worse.  he took a sip from the tiny paper cup of shitty coffee he’d managed to procure in the cafeteria,  before he noticed one of his spanish classmates set up at a table.   he slipped off his sunglasses and hooked them in his blazer pocket before sitting down.  “   hey.  that homework last night was killer,  right ?  ”   he said,  before flipping open his spiral bound notebook. “  i had a question about the second part ----  ”  he started,  digging through pages before making an incredulous face.  “ wait...  no...  shit.   i must have left it at my mom’s house last night:   she’s not been doing great,  lately,  and i hung around last night while i worked on it.  ”   he put his face in his hand  ( a little physicality in a lie always helps to sell it ). “   look,  i hate to be that guy,  but would you mind if i copied your’s ?   i just can’t afford to drop the ball like this.  i mean,  you get it,  right ?  ”

[mishraas]

“This seems kind of like a....bad time, I think? Can I help you, or should I just walk away and come back later and we never talk about this? Because I can do either or, just saying. Although umm...”