It’s been nice. Deleting my accounts. See ya later ✌️
I made a thing.
YO WRITERS
Stop what you’re doing right now and go write 3 sentences of your story.
Every time you see this, write 3 lines.
Reblog so other writers will do the same, let’s finish these damn stories.
Goddamn it. I feel like I’m about to step into a loop.
themourningnews asked:
Hi can you please link me to the oneshot you wrote based on the teen Richie drunk talking to Eddie about Eddie post cause the link isn’t working for me and I really would like to read it :)
losersclubbb answered:
hope this works!! sorry idk when this was sent x
Capitalism will put the bill on your grave and harass your grieving family until they pay
One of my cousins passed away unexpectedly at the age of 35, and had been paying back a loan from the bank. About two weeks after his death, my great aunt received a statement from the bank (his mail was being delivered to her house) about a late payment. She called the bank and explained the situation and the only thing a manager could say was “Well, that’s unfortunate. We can arrange so payments will resume in 30 days, that should be enough time to have already paid for the other arrangements.”
On top of the unexpected $10,000 funeral, cremation and burial bill, my aunt had to finish paying my uncle’s $5,000 loan. She’s a disabled retiree, on a fixed income, and could barely afford to pay for her insulin for diabetes. She nearly lost her home of more than 40 years. Fuck the system.
She didn’t need to pay. When people die, their debts are not their family’s responsibility.
In fact, it is outright illegal to try and collect those debts from a person who didn’t cosign the loan and isn’t executing the will.
Here’s a link to the detail on that one.
Banks count on people not knowing that last comment so that they can still get money
They really do.
My great-grandmother had her identity stolen before she died at the age of 93, and thousands of charges were racked up on credit cards in her name. After she passed away, they called my mother to try and collect. My mom laughed at them, and told them: “She’s dead, good luck collecting.” The credit card asked my mother, “Don’t you want to clear your grandmother’s debts? Don’t you want to clear her good name?” My mom laughed at them again. “No,” she said. “Because a 90 year old wasn’t watching porn with those credit cards, and her name is fine. Don’t give credit cards to old women likely to pass away soon. This is on you.”
Which is how I learned as a young child to always question collection agents, and to never pay off debts that aren’t your own. They often can’t even collect that money from the estate, if there is one, depending on how you write your will and what kind of account the money was kept in.
DO NOT EVER PAY OFF DEBTS THAT AREN’T YOUR OWN.
If a loved one of yours dies and bill collectors (credit cards, loans, etc etc) start calling you off the hook and request that you pay off their debts, tell them in no uncertain terms to go fuck themselves.
The reason being is that the moment you give them a single penny, that debt is now on YOU because you’ve now agreed to pay it off.
Do not agree to pay off their debt. Do not pass go, do not give them $200.
Boosting this to let people know that if any of these greedy little dog-fuckers start harassing them to pay off a relatives debt the correct thing to do is just tell them to piss off and not pay them a single thing
And that there is NOTHING they can do if you do this
ALL OF THIS.
Personal debt is not inheritable! That includes credit cards, you guys!
This is fucking sick. Fuck capitalism and fuck private healthcare. This system is so disgusting. Vote for Bernie Sanders we need Medicare for All.
GOOD ADVICE
Memory
A name that isn’t mine
Thrown into the air like a spear
I stand on the other end like helpless prey
With a glass smile on my face
Lightning travels from my ears to my heart
And it aches
The thunderous voices being the ones I love most
I try to stop the rain that follows
But fail inside
A man out of nowhere approaches and you look familiar
Your eyes and smile awake my senses
that can’t connect to a memory
I know everything about you
But I can recover nothing at all
I can see your smile in the shade of trees during a picnic in spring
I can feel your fingers drag across my palm as we say goodbye
I can hear your laugh in a midnight rasp, desperate for sleep
I can taste the longing from your tongue the night we met
I can smell your late-night breath as we have close talks
I know everything about you
But I can recover nothing at all
I am so desperate to be done
So desperate to go home
I am so desperate and maybe you sensed that
You gave me a smile
“You’re just like any other girl”
You said
It didn’t feel like a statement
It felt like your hand in mine
Familiar
While whispering
“you’ll be okay”
It was comfort from another life.
A happier life perhaps
A shorter life maybe
A life where
I know everything about you
But I can recover nothing at all
-SR