mum said to ask for money if i need it until either:
-the university gives me more hours (doubtful considering my coworkers and i cant currently get anyone to confirm that we're still polling AT ALL this month, aka if we don't, then we have NO WORK and NO PAY all month)
or
-another job hires me asap (or even just starts interviewing me pls pls pls someone interview me!!!)
and im in overdraft. i have to ask. and i texted and did and let her know if i DO get another uni paycheck and they actually have us work this month that i will sock even a couple dollars of it away to send back to her to try and pay her back (i have so many ppl to pay back and i CAN'T rn and im. Hating every second of this that i cannot just immediately pay everyone back bc if i could i would and I'd feel so much better and i fucking CAN'T and aggfhhhhhhh)
i know things are better than they were in other ways but if the job and financial things could start working out better for me, if the job searching and applying daily could pls pay off a little just. pls. i feel like the biggest piece of shit ever owing multiple ppl money and then still being In The Shit enough to need to borrow more. I wasn't raised to do this or to ever need this help and now i can't seem to dig myself out of it and i Hate This So Much
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Two kinds of people want a ghost in their McMansion; Or, The Cultivation Gig Economy AU (Lesbian Wangxian 2/?)
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“Well, that’s embarrassing. I swear it does work.”
“I know. Wei Ying made the compass. It works. There is a ghost.”
The compass keeps spinning and spinning, which has never happened after she left Burial Mounds. The air turns cold, shadows seem deeper, and something, something is rushing towards them. This is not one of Wei Ying’s little lawbreaking rituals; this thing, whatever it is, out of control, inexorable, desperate.
The lights flicker, and Wei Ying is sure whatever is coming for them will run them over any second now. If only she could see it down the corridor, she could maybe pull out a sigil, play a few notes, throw a shoe at it. But she can only feel it get closer and closer, until a gust of icy air fraps her, cold enough to press on her lungs.
Wei Ying shuts her eyes tight and waits to have something very, very bad happen to her.
And yet, seconds pass by, her compass stills, and there she is: alive, unharmed. Good.
“It’s gone” says Lan Zhan, who – oh – is also still there.
“Yes. Yes, I think it is. There definitely was something, though.”
Wei Ying touches the wall to find it almost freezing, and follows the feeling down the corridor, until it splits in opposite directions. She feels both the left and right corners. Left is colder. “I think it went that way.”
Lan Zhan solemnly nods.
They wander around for a bit, keeping one hand on the wall and checking Wei Ying’s compass, drawing little charcoal sigils here and there. They have to hurry a bit; soon the wallpaper will warm up to room temperature and the trail will be lost, but even so, now that it’s just the two of them, breathing in the faint smell of expensive wood cleaner, Wei Ying feels almost peaceful.
Lan Zhan mns and and nods along with her observations, she steps quietly and she condescends to exert her considerable arm strength to move an old cabinet, which is an absolutely necessary thing to do that Wei Ying asks for because she is a professional who needs this heavy piece of furniture moved for professional reasons, professionally.
And Lan Zhan is warmer than she was in high school. Not that anything’s gonna come of it.
Even now that her own tangle of conflicted teenage feelings has unspooled into a number of glorious possibilities, Wei Ying knows that Lan Zhan is not really an option. If - if! - Lan Zhan is into anyone at all, which seems dubious, she’s very evidently not into Wei Ying, for whatever reason.
They can still be friends, though. This would probably be better achieved by not aggressively teasing Lan Zhan, but what is Wei Ying gonna do, stay quiet?
It’s an old game that makes Wei Ying feel almost nostalgic. This is how the script goes:
WEI YING
Wow, you’re so strong Lan Zhan!
[She bats her eyelashes]
Carry me?
[LAN ZHAN ravishes her.]
[LAN ZHAN takes a step away from her, gets a little red in the face.]
LAN ZHAN
Shameless!
[WEI YING has a good laugh about it and hits the showers.]
It’s been her favourite sport since she was fifteen.
So, here goes.
Wei Ying says:
“Wow, you’re so strong Lan Zhan! Carry me?”
Wordlessly, Lan Zhan holds out her arms in invitation.
And wow. She wants to freak out, she wants to throw herself at Lan Zhan, but mostly she wants to slow-clap, because wow. After all these years, Lan Zhan has finally learned to call her bluff.
Lan Zhan’s impeccable white shirt looks like it would be soft to nuzzle against and Wei Ying has never lost a game of chicken. But, she’s on the clock.
Together they figure out that the ghostly presence, whatever it is, climbed the stairs to the master floor… but by the time they get there, they've lost the track.
“What I don’t understand is how my compass could pick up such strong energy without us being harmed - without us seeing anything, even.”
“Some ghosts have an energy strong enough to be felt through walls.”
“But if it wasn’t in the corridor with us, where was it?”
Lan Zhan frowns exactly the way she did back in high school when she got anything less than a perfect score, which is delightful.
Wei Ying wishes she could enjoy it for a bit longer — maybe take a picture to keep in her wallet – but Lan Zhan decides it’s time for her to be good at her job instead.
“We should ask some questions.”
Huh. We.
“I don’t know how long the Jin expect me to stay in their home.”
I don’t know if they’re willing to pay overtime. Lan Zhan nods, all pensive, and then says:
“It will be no problem. My brother knows Jin Guangyao well.”
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