I know a lot of these posts go around but if anyone has any spare dollars my family could really use it
while i live away from them, my sister Kelly mainly provides for a house consisting of our ill mother, her alcoholic fiancee, a mentally ill queer 18 yo, a 15 yo, and a mentally ill 13 yo (along with a host of therapy animals). My family and I have never even breached the poverty line my entire life, and so they’ve always been struggling (that’s why my mom moved back in with my sister, she couldn’t afford our apartment after my dad went back to prison Fall of 2015. So now there are 6-7 ppl in a 3 bdrm trailer).
WELL NOW My sister’s fiancee flipped his car through a gate and has a compressed vertebrae, he ground-off his elbow, and has a shitton of bruising. Long story short, he won’t be able to work for a long time, and now my family is saddled with a $15,000 medical bill (of course he doesn’t have insurance) on top of the debt they were previously in.
while my relationship with the fiancee is strange and i dont wanna get into it, its not him I’m caring about here. I’m worried about the excess amount debt and stress that my sister, my mom, and my niece and nephews are going to have, and I’m especially worried that my family might forgo their own needs to help him out.
my mom has heart disease, celiac disease, diabetes, and ADD. My sister has an anxiety disorder, my niece has anxiety, depression, bipolar disorder, and my nephew is severely dependent on his ADHD medication. Additionally, its essential that at least my sister and my niece continue their therapy sessions to cope with their PTSD as they are both survivors of CSA. If they’re low on money, I’m sure it’s not going to go to their needs anymore.
If you have any spare change or dollars or thoughts or whatever please consider helping here. I’ve yet to save myself from the cycle of poverty and can’t offer too much support, and it will kill me if i have to sit back and watch my family deteriorate further.
I present: Quinn/Eliot (with ambiguous background ot3), except Quinn is a vampire and so was Moreau. 2.4k.
Involves: minor violence; slight kinkiness of the kind you might expect; no sex stuff beyond kissing; implications of past abuse. Also, potentially, ace vibes. Expect gentleness and absolutely no plot.
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It’s quietly known in certain circles, and suspected in many more, that Damien Moreau is a vampire. It’s not the kind of thing people talk about, but the signs are all there: his skin always cool when you shake his hand; his charisma bordering on hypnosis when he’s dealing with enemies and subordinates; the way he favours dark glasses and doesn’t spend much time in the sun. (Sensitivity varies between individuals, yes, but it tends to get worse over time - avoidance of sunlight is a classic indication.) Even the way he dresses, if the stereotypes can be believed. Vampires maintain a certain image for a reason.
When Parker slips into his villa to explore and to loot, she makes notes of the layout, the odd design choices, the way the rooms with all those big windows can all be easily bypassed to reach anywhere important, the kitchen properly equipped and furnished but the cupboards almost bare. She’ll share her suspicions with Nate, she decides, in case they need to make tweaks to his accommodations.
Of course, Eliot knows the truth of it better than anyone.
Quick painting to get to know how clip studio works~
Thorin received a mushroom crown… hobbits and their strange ways
aw man,,,he’s confused but completely lost in love
Happiest of birthdays, Star!! I’ve said it many times already, but I hope you have a great day and we’re all so lucky to have you!! I can’t wait to yell about more, but in the meantime, let’s yell about mushrooms!! (Totally hijacking your artwork so that everyone can see the beauty that inspired this fic!)
Thorin was still trying to understand Shire customs. Hobbits were incredible creatures and had their own meanings and habits just as dwarves did. For instance, Thorin was well aware that gems and flowers held the same sort of importance. Each having a significant meaning behind them based on color and type that could be used as a language in itself. He’d even grown accustomed to seven meals a day, even if some of those meals often meant just tea for him while Bilbo chowed down on whatever was on his plate.
But there were just some things that Thorin hadn’t quite understood, and hadn’t felt compelled to ask. Assumptions would forever be his enemy, but right now he couldn’t be arsed to be anything other than blissfully unaware of the message he was sending.
A crown of various mushrooms adorned the dwarf’s head as he strolled into the small market square. A basket hooked at his elbow and a look upon his face that just oozed pride as if he were sporting Erebor’s finest of craftsmanship. He was proud of the gift Bilbo had given him earlier this morning, and he simply took it as some loving meaning much like flowers. The way the stems of the mushrooms had been woven together like braids and how each mushroom cap was unblemished, was the sign of a pure craftsman, and Thorin liked to think he had an eye for things like that. Bending metal to your will was one thing, but dealing with fragile materials such as flowers, stems and yes, even mushrooms, seemed to be an even more difficult craft that he could appreciate.
Despite the teasing tone that Bilbo had used with him earlier when Thorin declared he would ‘wear it until each cap was withered beyond recognition’, Thorin absolutely was sticking true to his word. He earned no shortage of stares, and that only made his pride swell even more. Hobbits were incredibly prideful when it came to their plants and gardens, so why wouldn’t each and every one of them stop and stare at such a fine gift?
Though Thorin kept to himself, for the most part, not wanting to come across as the egotistical sort, it had to be known throughout the entire Shire that he was one lucky dwarf. He was simply here for a few things to fill a few travel bags. Some berries, nuts, and other things that would make for good snacks, after all, a hungry hobbit was typically a cranky one, and Thorin would do anything to avoid that.
It was to be a nice little weekend getaway. ‘Camping’ was what Bilbo said, though a far cry from the type of camping that they had done while on the quest. It was to be far more relaxed, to simply get away from the bustling town of Hobbiton for a few days. To sleep under the stars and enjoy the quiet.
Shout-out to this heaven of a fic!!! It’s so well written and funny and !!!
I’m so lucky guys, you don’t have idea how good you are ❤️❤️❤️❤️
My main (Lost Mines), Death House one-shot (missing a party member due to storm, made random characters), Ravnica one-shot (missing a member and added my kid), and the Old West one my kid DM’d that we hope to go back to eventually :)
The big one is gonna be my family game but thats like 8 characters and listen man…
⤷synopsis:you’re at a theme park when kaminari dares you to airdrop memes to the first device that pops up and reluctantly, you give in. but never would you have thought they’d send you memes back… nor could you have guessed the person you were feeling a meme-connection with was your first love and first heartbreak, shinsou hitoshi.
a/n:todobakukami said WOMEN’S RIGHTS and have matching “proud feminist” shirts bakugou will 10/10 throw respect women juice in ur face. the carton and all. also,,, this is a direct continuation from the last part! :) shinsou and y/n … ah that was…ahh. sad but not that bad right!! but that was a lot so pls let me know ur thoughts!! tysm for readinggg!
Sof… I’M CRYING WHAT IS THIS I CAN’T WAIT FOR WEDNESDASY I NEED CLOSURE NOW OMGGOGMADFOSDFJEOSI FAHHHHH OKay it’s all out i’m good. I’m sooooo good. OMg my heart. My poor babies. >:’( Thanks for the update bby. I love you cutie and we stan todobakukami for spitting facts. <3
