#emergency situation

[notchainedtotrauma]

There keeps expanding in all directions a climate of continuous collective crisis to which everybody is vulnerable. And a great deal of people on this site, who had already been materially suffocating on the regular, are barely holding on, new needs are piling up. People need financial help. That's it. They need consequent, consistent, regular financial help. If you've got a foothold and aren't living through daily unstability, you know what to do.

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Food Security/ Financial Stability

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Transportation Needs/ Financial Stability

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Continuous Medical Needs/ Debt Erasure/ Housing Stability/ General Financial Stability

[iggybird]

EMERGENCY C0MISSI0NS OPEN! TLDR; My landlord died and left the house to his brother, after it was promised to my husband's stepfather for the past 6+ years and it was with no notice. His brother now owns the house, and has given us until May 1st to get out so he can sell it. He will not negotiate with us for rent to own, or continuing to rent from him and we are in desperate help to save and get out of here, but money is a huge issue! Any and all help would be GREATLY appreciated as we are two young trans queer adults (My husband and I, his stepfather has other arrangements) who *will* be homeless as of May 1st. We have nowhere to go, and as of right now we do not have a single apartment that we've looked into accepting us. My husband has a job, I'm desperately trying to get one as well (seasonal job laid me off) but he's having to pay the bills for our current living situation until we can move and it's expensive! ;( (We have a caseworker helping us but its really slow going rn and they can't help with money because of budgeting issues with their grants.) If you aren't interested in our art: (mine is the bottom photos, his is the top), my husband also crochets clothing and makes kandi. Contact me directly here, or you can contact him via @trapanrot If you don't want anything from us and just want to help, please d0nate to: Pay//pal: oliverandgumi@gmail.com Cash//app: $angelldusts (angeLLdusts) or Ven//mo: angieskandi I beg of you to reblog this and share it with your friends! I have tons more art examples I can send you if you want, these are just what I had handy.

[reality-detective]

Video: A sudden heart attack in a theater.👇

  Doctors and assistants slapped the patient's inner elbow and he recovered after about 2 minutes.

  This video gives you advice on emergency situations to pay attention to heart patients and how to deal with a heart attack that usually happens suddenly.

  Many become so helpless and die on the way to the hospital.

  Please remember:

1. By slapping the inner elbow of the left hand as shown in the video, it stimulates the three acupressure points around the left side which are related to the heart and lungs.

2. Slapping will speed up blood circulation, which makes the person feel warm and stops sweating.

You need to know that a heart attack is due to a blockage of blood circulation.  By tapping and slapping the inner elbow and the hand, you can increase body temperature, avoid aggregation, and facilitate blood circulation.  Then immediately transport that person to the hospital. 🤔

[spookyspaghettisundae]

One Less Headache

A red light flashed. An annoying beep cut through Chloe Grant’s sleep. An alarm.

Not the kind of alarm she set on a clock to time her napping, but an alert. It had been weeks of onboarding at Future Proof, with several drills and exercises to drive home how headquarters operated.

Sleep remained an ethereal haze while the beeping continued. A remnant of a dream floated on the boundary between her mind and reality. Every time she opened another drawer to look for a corkscrew, she kept finding only more kitchen knives. Her dinner date was getting impatient while she searched each drawer, and only found more useless knives. It was as annoying as the beeping alarm, bleeding into the dream somehow.

The alert. An alert so subtle when it resounded in the offices. It barely reflected the loud klaxons and red flashing lights that must have been going off underground at the same time, in the bottom levels, shielded by layers of earth and metal.

Alert. Chloe Grant stopped searching drawers for a corkscrew. The dinner date in her dream could wait. She snapped out of her haze and sat up on her office’s couch. The date and the drawers and everything else hadn’t been real. Only the beeping.

Red alert. Her computer’s screen flashed. It had reactivated itself.

Red alert. All hands on deck.

Consciousness cut through the haze, dispelling the last of its unreal imagery. She slipped into her sneakers and rushed out of her office.

She ran into Rida Singh on the elevator down. His hairdo looked like she felt, like the alert had also risen him from slumber in his own office. On second glance, however, both avoiding eye contact with each other, she noted the sheen of hair product, and how his messy ‘do appeared to be deliberate in its styling.

Grant sighed, lifting a foot to smooth out the crease in her sneaker—it had been smooshed from hastily donning the shoes, now fitting snugly around her heel.

“It’s gonna be something big,” he muttered with a sidelong glance.

“Huh?”

“Gonna be something big, Grant. Haven’t had an alarm like this since, well, uh… I’ll shut up now, you don’t have a frame of reference, do you?”

He shook his head, staring at the silvery doors of the elevator in front of them.

The ride down was long, and slow. The ready room for such emergencies awaited deep down from the upper-level offices, deep underground, which only the top echelon of personnel ever accessed with their black-tier keycards.

Grant arched a brow and said, “Come on. I’ve had nothing to do but study docs on previous field ops all week. Odds are, I know what you’re referencing.”

Singh swallowed. Cast another furtive sideways glance at her.

He licked his lips and said, “’Kay. Well, last time we had a sitch like this was when Air Force One—"

“Pterodactyls. And the US government is breathing down Spencer’s neck ever since.”

“Yup.” Singh furrowed his brows and sighed. “Haven’t had a red alert like that since.”

DING, the elevator sang. Minus two. Silvery doors whooshed open.

Red lights flashed on the walls and klaxons blared, just like her unconscious mind had put together, drilled into Grant’s mind by repeated drills in recent weeks.

Grant and Singh stormed out with hasty steps, soon arriving in the ready room, which Carter had referred to as “the war room” to Grant.

Speaking of which, Max Carter leaned against a wall on the side of the room where they entered. Most of field operations had gathered there: Mischchenko stood by the table with crossed arms, flanked by Pruitt, who had a toothpick sticking out of the corner of his mouth. They both nodded at Grant in greeting.

Ruiz was absent.

All heads of R&D had also assembled in the ready room: Doctors Burch, Trémaux, Chao, and Solomon all stood on the side opposite the field operators.

At the head of the long table, Danielle Bennett from IT and Marcus Stantz, the company’s resident spin doctor, flanked Malachi Spencer. The CEO himself stood there like a gargoyle. Dressed in another one of his expensive three-piece suits, the tall, knife-shaped man stared daggers at Singh and Grant for arriving late.

He unhooked his thumbs from his pockets, then gestured to the array of screens projected onto the table’s surface.

“Good, you’re all here. Please direct your attention to—”

“Ruiz still on vacay?” Carter grumbled.

Pruitt nodded, nobody else commented. Spencer glared at Carter. The burly, bearded young man shrugged in response, seemingly without caring if he offended the CEO himself.

Bennett thumbed on her phone with blind routine. The klaxons stopped blaring outside the ready room.

“We have a situation here in Texas.” Spencer got right to the point. He always got the point, as sharply as all his syllables dropped. He waved a hand over the screen in front of him on the table, enlarging satellite images and photography of the area. “This is Midland. A Tyrannosaurus Rex and a Hadrosaurus are currently rampaging across the outskirts of the city, near old, abandoned oil fields.”

The briefing washed over Chloe Grant in a blur. Waves of concern, lapping at her from every side, both from the people in the ready room, and from within the wells of her own thoughts.

Flashes and glimpses of the on-screen data kept coming back to her while she and the field operations team geared up in the locker rooms, arming up with their EMD rifles and soon rushing to the helipad.

Spencer displayed no hectic during the briefing. He informed them of the problems at hand. Grant had a pit in her stomach with every subsequent sentence, because it wouldn’t only be their operators in the field this time—Stantz, Singh, Doctor Burch, and Doctor Solomon would be joining them for this mission.

Civilians.

Grant loathed the idea of having to babysit these four, all of them clearly untrained in combat. Carter even voiced his protest thereof, speaking what Grant felt brewing in her gut, but Spencer immediately shut him down.

PR needed to act on-site immediately to prevent a news media meltdown. They’d need Singh to operate as a forward IT relay for Bennett in the field if they needed to hack any systems. Burch, the head paleontologist, was in demand to assess handling the dinosaurs, and Solomon as the chief of engineering needed to ensure their tech worked without a hitch this time, unlike the last op.

It all caught up to Grant as she zipped up her black armored bodysuit.

She had a terrible feeling about how this was going to go.

The T-Rex had already claimed several lives in Midland. Carter swore under his breath, and the blank stares from Mischchenko and Pruitt spoke their own volumes of shock.

Worse, the US government had dispatched a black ops team to the area. Though parts of the administration were aware of the true nature of the situation—of the Anomalies, and the dinosaur incursions—Future Proof now needed to expect the military entangling the private company in a pissing contest.

This shit had hit the fan in their own backyard of Texas, and the president of the USA had questions as to why the corporation’s Anomaly Detection system hadn’t raised any alarm any sooner.

That’s why some elite hardcases, led by a Captain Dariel Rose, were now scouring the area—and bound to get in their way.

Solomon had no explanation for the Detector’s failure, and Spencer didn’t care for excuses. He limited the briefing to a matter of minutes before sending the entire staff scrambling, racing off in every direction. Damage control was their top priority.

The EMD whined in Grant’s hands as she powered the futuristic rifle up on the way to the airlift.

Her haze dissipated by the time she sat inside the chopper, clumped up with her fellow operators and civilians alike.

Another helmeted, black-suited field operative joined them at the last second.

Ruiz.

Under the deafening noise of rotors, Ruiz hopped up to the chopper while it was already taking off, pulled up the last step by Carter, just as the airlift parted from the ground.

Nervous faces surrounded Grant. Carter swallowed all jokes about finally running into a T-Rex—Grant could sense it.

“Up to speed?” Mischchenko asked Ruiz.

He nodded without losing a word.

Grant’s digits tingled. She splayed her fingers, then curled them into fists. Ruiz displayed almost the exact same thing with his shooting hand, wiggling his fingers, like a guitarist loosening up before a performance.

Their gazes met through blackened visors, invisible to one another. Burning.

She wondered if he harbored the same uncertainty. Ruiz had been working this job for far longer than her.

Sweat beaded on Singh’s forehead. He was too much of a man to protest being sent into the field, though Spencer had communicated something clearly in sending him over Bennett to Midland.

Singh was expendable. Bennett wasn’t.

The docs on previous operations revealed as much to Grant. Every other one read like an obituary. None of the current team of operators had worked with Future Proof’s earliest crew of ex-soldiers on the payroll. And in some occasions when Spencer had civilians tag along, they wound up dead.

The generous insurance benefits now started making a lot more sense to Grant.

To her surprise, Marcus Stantz looked as calm and collected as ever. He rode the chopper in a fancy blue suit, looking eerily comfortable about their situation—even though he must have been aware of their track record—or despite knowing it. Even the headset over his ears looked like it belonged. It occurred to Grant that Stantz must have accompanied previous missions on-site before, and the fact that other dinosaur incursions had stayed out of the news spoke volumes of his skill.

Alisha Burch was the opposite of Stantz. The mousy black woman stared at the tips of her shoes for almost the entire ride. Like Singh, she had little to no field experience, and records indicated she had spent most of her time in Future Proof behind a desk and whiteboards, burying her nose in classified research on the specimens they contained downstairs.

Doctor Solomon looked almost excited. Nervous, but not in a bad way. He smoothed out the collar of his gray suit.

The team stayed almost silent on the cross-state flight. The hour felt like a day, yet somehow flew by like the landscape. The haze had lifted, the soup in Grant’s mind congealed into a solid state.

Instinct. Like back when she used to play basketball.

Feel—don’t think.

Act.

The chopper touched down, she yanked open the hatch, and hopped out first, securing the landing site with Carter and Ruiz. The rest of the team filed out after them.

Pruitt, piloting the helicopter, lifted off the very moment everybody else stood on the ground. He was their eye in the sky.

Another black helicopter circled the horizon—likely the US military’s.

The pit in Grant’s stomach never loosened.

There was one more hitch in planning and operations they had to pay attention to: the oil fields themselves. Any sort of fire could result in disaster, and they were already dealing with a Class-3 incursion.

It bordered on a miracle that local news hadn’t reported on dinosaurs rampaging in Texas yet. Before takeoff, Stantz remarked the whole city and region’s media was blacked out—quite literally, as Spencer had pulled strings with Shareholder Cole of the military-industrial complex, and gotten local authorities to shut down the area’s entire power grid.

Singh looked even more nervous after landing than he had on the flight over. He hastily set up shop in an old shack while Ruiz and Carter got a generator running to power his equipment, and Singh kept fumbling with cables and objects. He uttered a string of profanities as he repeatedly failed to plug in a USB cable.

Part of him looked grateful when Grant picked up a thermos can he knocked over in his frantic motions. She gingerly handed it back to the nerd, and he flashed a nervous smile at her expressionless black-helmeted mask.

Another part of him looked like a fish out of water. Like he was surrounded by aliens in an alien world. His face carried an air of torment, and he soon poured all his attention into portable computer screens, while he chattered away via headset with Bennett in HQ, establishing connections and setting up on-site monitoring of any camera feeds, satellite imagery, and other data streams they could intercept.

No sign of a T-Rex or Hadrosaurus. This only tightened the knot in Grant’s stomach.

How on Earth could such huge dinos evade detection like this?

Before Mischchenko could drop an order for the operators to roll out into the field, Pruitt radioed in with them.

“Got a kid running across the fields out here. Covered in blood. Over.”

“Copy that,” Mischchenko replied. “Grant, Ruiz, you’re with me. Carter, you stay put, keep watch with comms down here.”

“Fuuuck,” Carter growled. “You’re making me babysit these fuckin’ geeks?”

Stantz chortled and helped himself to a sip of coffee from Singh’s thermos, Singh was fully absorbed by Bennett’s voice on his headset and the myriads of data on-screen, Solomon muttered something of which only the word “compliment” was intelligible, and only Doctor Burch glared at Carter’s black-helmeted face upon hearing his comment.

“What, do you wanna babysit an actual kid in the field?” Mischchenko fired back.

This elicited muffled chuckles from Ruiz and Grant.

“Eh, fuck it, fair point. Have fun playing twenty questions with the kid,” Carter growled back. He shrugged and shouldered his heavy EMD rifle.

“Scanners operational,” Solomon commented from the side. “But there’s some kind of interference, maybe why we’re not detecting any Anomalies.”

“Just locate it,” said Stantz. He gulped another sip of Singh’s coffee. “The sooner we clean up this shitshow, the better.”

Carter stood guard outside the shack while Burch searched the horizon with binoculars, and the rest of field ops followed Pruitt’s directions to the fleeing child.

Minutes melted away as the ex-soldiers jogged through dusty fields.

Crops hadn’t grown out here in a long time, all wild and abandoned like weeds. Old ranches looked like graveyards. Broad daylight painted this world in yellow and brown hues.

Withered old plants, dry as a bone, swayed in the cold breeze of their spirited charge. Dirt and gravel crunched underfoot wherever the field agents stomped down in their jog, and they sloshed through ankle-deep sludge, leftovers of brackish water and oil from old, decaying derricks and their leaks.

It felt like chasing through an apocalyptic wasteland.

Zoning out while keeping quiet, Grant glimpsed flashes of such a bleak future in her mind’s eye. A future wiped out, where humanity and its dizzying towers of glass and steel all crumbled away under a dying sun, all chewed upon by storms, savaged by beasts from the future and past alike, and buried under mountains of dust and debris.

They jogged past an old farmhouse—it looked like a wrecking ball had torn straight through the premises. When Ruiz commented on that being the work of dinosaurs, Pruitt responded on the radio.

“Yo, you should see some of these other places. The dinos reeeally went to town out here.” Then, moments later, he reported something even more unsettling. “Some Hadrosaurus carcasses out here, but the military’s black ops and some peeps in HAZMAT suits are swarming all over them like ants. Orders?”

A chill ran down Grant’s spine, mere seconds before someone answered Pruitt on the radio. Someone whose voice she had not heard since leaving Future Proof’s HQ.

Malachi Spencer.

The CEO said, “Stantz, take Burch and Carter and visit our friends.” He drawled out that last word with such contempt that it sent another chill down Grant’s spine. “It’s imperative they don’t remove any specimens or field data we could salvage for research. Make it quick.”

“On my way,” Stantz replied over the radio.

Mischchenko clicked her tongue. “Where the hell is this kid? Any eyes on him, Pruitt?”

“Negatory, ground team. Only got two eyes to spare up here. Can’t do all the work for ya now, can I. Over.”

“No sweat,” Ruiz said. “I think I know where the kid went.”

For emphasis, he pointed the muzzle of his EMD rifle at a container building. They had reached the edge of another oil-drilling field. Everything left behind here was caked in rust and dust. The last vehicles to leave tracks out here had not been operational in years. Brackish sludge rested in every groove of the earth.

Grant took point, catching her breath, and creeping closer to the rusty blue container outside the drilling rig. Mischchenko followed.

They flicked the flashlights on their EMD rifles on, and shone light into the hollow bowels of the blue container.

From between mounds of old trash, a boy peered back out at them. His face mirrored the desolate ruins around him, caked in dirt and dried blood. Grant couldn’t have told if it was the kid’s own blood, or someone else’s.

He was shivering. Wide-eyed. Terrified.

Staring at his own horrified face, distorted in a reflection on Grant’s black visor.

“Found ‘im,” Ruiz reported.

The boy wouldn’t hear it, but Stantz uttered the most callous thing she had heard since signing up with Future Proof.

“At the risk of sounding messed up, it’s kind of a shame the kid didn’t get eaten—woulda been one less headache for me.”

Without a single shred of amusement, Carter’s tinny voice on the radio chided Stantz, “You are one sick puppy, aren’t cha?”

Mischchenko spoke up, softer than she had ever uttered anything before. It made Grant wonder if her colleague had kids of her own.

“It’s all gonna be okay, we’re here to help,” said the hunter. She lowered her rifle to no longer blind the child, crouched down, and waved a hand at him, inviting him to approach them. “What’s your name?”

Grant stepped away, behind Mischchenko, also lowering her rifle, and scouring their environs for any other threats. Ruiz also kept lookout with her.

“They’re dead,” whispered the boy. Hissing, he repeated himself. “They’re all dead.”

He refused to budge from his dark hiding spot.

His eyes flashed like those of a wounded, cornered animal.

Grant shuddered.

She didn’t like where this was headed.

Then the T-Rex roared.

The ground shook with violent tremors. Giant footsteps neared.

[xombigirl]

Okay for once I just need temporary help! I got paid today but my check won't go through until Monday afternoon and I have to pay my power bill and my car insurance by midnight Sunday night. Paying those two things is approximately $675 and if anyone can lend me that I will send it back as soon my paycheck clears the bank.

Proof that it's been deposited and just won't clear until Monday

Power bill is approximately $460

and insurance is approximately $212

Venmo: xombigirl

Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/xombigirl

[swordhearte]

Hi everyone. I recently found out some really upsetting news. I took my dog to the vet two days ago because she was showing symptoms of pain and odd behavior like flinching, whimpering, and yelping for several seconds when there was no visible cause for her discomfort. I was told that it is a high possibility she has IVDD in her neck. I paid $250+ for an XRAY (they could see nothing in), physical Exam, and a bottle of Anti-inflamitory pain medication to start her one. I was told that the best thing we can do for her is administer the medication and restrict her to bedrest and as little movement as possible to see if it heals up on its own. The next step would be an MRI and possibly surgery. My stomach has been in knots since this conversation. I know I do not have the finances to be able to afford to provide her with this treatment option if it comes to this. I'm not sure if the trip to the vet irritated the discs more and we will see an improvement soon but the past two days there has been increased yelp attacks. She will scream in pain for several seconds and back up into the nearest corner, not realizing that the pain is internal. She often thinks we are responsible for it. This whole situation is breaking my heart. I've been with this dog for half of my life span, since I was ten years old, and I feel so horribly desperate seeing her in pain and not being able to do anything about it but play the waiting game. I've looked into the cost of an MRI which ranges anywhere between $1000-2000 dollars. This is why I've created a GOFUNDME and set the goal at $1,500. In absolute desperation, I am asking my friends, family, and strangers with kindness in their heart to share or donate to help my dog afford more treatment. Even if by some miracle she will not need surgery the medication and MRI are costly. I'm not ready to lose my girl yet. Please, help me.

[fairiesgaminggrotto]

I need some help (TW: S*cide) Am I the a**hole here?

I have two friends I'll call them their initials MI and TU TU is my korean friend online, he always wants to play games 24/7 with me so we normally play a lot even when I don't feel well enough to. So I do spend a lot of time with him. Not sure if thats what caused this problem. Or maybe it could be because his last friend chose someone else over him recently and abandoned him to game with them. It might be reminding him of that. MI has a friend called JA and LU I was playing a game with TU we had played for about 46 minutes, we hadn't played anything together in 3 days because he was gone due to his own mental health which I helped him through when he returned, for 2 of them. and I was busy on the 3rd day with pre arranged plans made a week prior. MI Came to me mid game. Telling me JA just attempted S*cide. He was missing and OD'ing LU was searching the streets for him. I left TU telling him vaguely about the situation, no details or parties involved just "A friend came to me with a s*cide emergency, I HAVE to go. Im so sorry" I've been with MI since helping her stay calm. Helping her with CPR and the recovery position. Helped her call 911. Been with her the whole time. Things are looking up but I don't want to leave her because shes still shaken up and crying. TU refused to respond to me properly just a clipped "k", went onto games with other friends and is treating me coldly and curtly, not being friendly or warm at all. He is angry at me for leaving him and has told me as much. Am I the a**hole for leaving TU? It was MI's friend who was s*cidal not a friend of mine so he doesn't believe I should have helped MI over him. He feels like I chose her over him. I genuinely thought I was doing the right thing? I'm really confused and i'm not sure what to do.

Please help me!

[maevefinnartist]

another mutual aid flyer that was sent to me on instagram, I said I'd share it around

[himbimboo]

made a couple posts over on insta w kpop merch im sellin. its all pay what you want, as i rly need it all gone and im in desperate need of funds. id you think you or any1 you know would be interested, pls check it out and/or share!

ty☆

albums

larger items

lightsticks

photocards

[woman-with-a-movie-camera]

Mimořádná událost (2022) /  Emergency Situation

[eshwarweb]

Unexpected Skills: What Trivial Knowledge Could Save Your Life One Day?

Unexpected Skills: What Trivial Knowledge Could Save Your Life One Day?

Unexpected Skills: What Trivial Knowledge Could Save Your Life One Day: We all have different areas of expertise, but do you ever wonder which seemingly small things could save your life one day? With the right knowledge, even the most unexpected skills could be the difference between life and death in an emergency situation. In this blog post, we look at some of these small, but vital, skills…

[notchainedtotrauma]

This is another post asking for help, as the latest has petered out. I have resigned myself that due to my severe OCD, and to the continuous and violent trauma I experience because of the way my parents assault me with emotional abuse every day, I'll be very much dependent on financial help for the next few months.

I need food on the daily, I still need clothing and that's a need that hasn't been fulfilled at all, I need to be able to buy essentials when they run out, I need storage products, and I need at least two of everything because of my OCD and my fear of (spiritual) contamination. I also need transportation money.

Here is my K0fi with a fundraising goal:

Here is my P*pal: ccd4t@virginia.edu

Once again, I would like the people that aren't drowning to be the first ones to consider helping out. I don't want to be a part of or continue the cycle of that 1$ being passed around because everybody understand the others' difficulties but only has so much to give.

[hyunpic]

hyun.e’s holiday ep. 8

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 194

Bart is frozen. He’s terrified- his heart is beating faster in his chest than it’s ever done before yet he couldn’t even start to force himself to run, his body practically vibrating in place as he shook. 

There was a familiar feeling in the air, one he’d never thought he’d ever feel again once he’d slipped back in time. He couldn’t breathe, everything felt like it was falling away except for that horrifying fiery aura- 

“Kid, are you okay?” There was a hand on his shoulder, light as a feather (he’d learned that from gramps!) yet grounding. 

He finally managed to suck in a breath, however wheezy, and looked up to answer, the words dying in his throat before they even began. 

“Kid? Holy shit-” Bart didn’t hear anything else as his poor brain fizzled and he fainted. 

Danny blinks down at the barely-teenager who seemed to just have some sort of attack before fainting practically in his arms. He’d say diabetes or something, but he has no way to be sure and is maybe panicking himself. 

“Wow Mum, wha’ you do?” a toddler Dan- he knew what he did but honestly his baby lisp was adorable- snarked from next to him, chewing on his kid leash. Which he wasn’t getting out of until he could both stop floating whenever he saw the stars (yes he knew he used to do the same thing, shush) and walk out into traffic. 

[creekfiend]

in fiction they will romanticize people by being like "she was singing constantly" or whatever but in real life plenty of people are singing constantly and let me tell you nobody likes it

[the-punforgiven]

Hey, I'm really sorry to have to ask y'all, but my family and I are being evicted from our home and we can't really afford to live anywhere else.

We've been saving up for a while and we've found a place we can almost afford, but we're still short about $4,400. So like, if you have anything you can do to help I'd greatly appreciate it, but like, I get that times are tough all around so I totally understand if you don't

Here's a link to my paypal, but like, please only donate if you've got the cash to spare, I don't want anyone to go hungry on my account