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What Stork Brings (5/?)
So I finally updated after threatening to do it since December! Unfortunately, this update comes with some sad news: while My and Pi were based on real cats, the introduction of them was written to mourn Pi's passing. It is with a heavy heart that I announce that My has passed today, so this chapter is dedicated to @greenskyoverme and My's memory. But I do hope you enjoy some more domestic fluff between Spock and Jim.
What Stork Brings - After Spock and Kirk begin a relationship that gets to the cohabitation stage, they decide to adopt, which is an adventure all on its own. But with the help of their very own Stork, they find the perfect children for their family.
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As soon as Stork had left, they had contacted the crew and told them the news. Everyone seemed excited as well as happy for the fortunate turn of events, and that pleased Spock. He had not realized how much he wanted his friends to approve of his choice, and while he knew they would accept any child he and Jim chose to adopt, the fact there were twins and they were older had been something he thought maybe Chekov or even Sulu would balk at. But they all seemed to think if it worked out, T’Pol and Sorick would be a good match with them.
The other had come over for dinner and conversation, and they had talked late into the night, to the point Jim was yawning as he was trying to carry on a conversation. Eventually, the others had taken that as their cue to leave, and Spock and Jim got ready for bed, the cats running underneath their feet. My seemed to particularly want attention, and while Jim got settled into bed Spock fed her some treats out of her hand, a special treat for her. She stood on her hind legs and ate the treats with just her mouth; she never put her paws on Spock’s hand or arm, but she seemed to prefer getting her treats this way.
“You know, we’re going to have to childproof the apartment,” Jim said as Spock finished feeding My her treats and got settled into bed next to him. “Did your parents childproof the place when you were a toddler?”
“I don’t remember,” Spock said, frowning. I would ask, but my father is busy and…”
“And your mom is gone,” Jim said quietly. He reached over for Spock’s clean hand and brushed his fingers against his palm. “I like to think she’s here with us. She led Stork to us, and Stork knew about the twins.”
“Illogical.”
“You can just let me feel this way,” Jim said with a slight pout. Spock softened Indeed, the human side of him liked to think his mother would be pleased with the serendipity of it all: a Vulcan named Stork at an adoption agency, half-human/half-Vulcan twins, a happy son. She had loved Uhura and he sometimes wished she’d grown to love Jim as much as he did.
“I suppose.” Spock clasped their hands together, threading his fingers in between Jim. “Toddlers are an ingenious lot if Sulu’s stories of Demora are any indication.”
“Well, we already My and Pi proofed the apartment. I swear, I’ve never seen a cat jump as high as My does before. It shouldn’t be that much harder to toddler-proof it. We can ask Sulu for help and do it before the zoo visit.”
“We don’t need to rush, but I suppose asking for advice would not be remiss.”
“I just want to show we’re ready and that we really want them. I just hope they like us. They don’t have the quirks that most Vulcans have, but…”
“But what, Jim?”
Jim moved his thumb and parted their hands slightly, rubbing his thumb on Spock’s palm. “Will they be okay with a human father? I mean, you’re going to outlive me, even if I get into my 100s. They’re going to outlive me.”
“If we adopt them I am sure they will love you as much as I do, t'hy'la.” Spock shut his eyes, letting the slow, steady movements of Jim’s thumb calm him in the way all Jim’s little touches did. “We will miss you when you pass, but there will be fond memories That will be enough.”
“If you’re sure.”
“I am.” Spock leaned over and pressed a kiss to Jim’s temple. Jim grinned, shutting his eyes and yawning at the same time. “Go to sleep, Jim. Tomorrow we can work on making this place appropriate for a pair of toddlers.”
“Alright,” Jim said, not opening his eyes as he settled more against Spock. “Night.”
“Good night,” Spock said, softly, letting go of Jim’s hand as the thumb movements stopped completely and reaching over to turn off the light. He settled in next to the man he loved and shut his eyes. Yes, this was a good move, but if Jim had doubts about their differing life spans, he needed to rectify those fears as best he could. And he would, again and again, for as long as Jim drew breath. He would assure Jim that he was the love of his life and every moment was special and that when he passed there would be no one else. He would live with his lifetime of memories and be content.
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The Second Chance (An “Academy Days” Story)
As I mentioned a little while back, I finally found all the prompts @greenskyoverme gave me for commissions, so I’m going to try and intersperse every one or two Sherlock fics with ones from her so I can catch up on them. This is my last post tonight, fic wise, but I hope you all enjoy it!
The Second Chance - Nyota agrees to meet Spock for dinner, and Gaila makes sure she's dressed to impress.
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"Is that my shirt?"
Uhura looked down at the blouse she was wearing. “I’m sorry,” she said, turning to her roommate with a smile. “I had one that looked just like this ages ago. I thought it was mine.”
“Honestly, it looks better on you than it does on me,” Gaila said with a chuckle. She crossed her legs and leaned against the side of the bed. “Hot date?”
Uhura shook her head. “Just dinner with a friend.”
“A friend you have an attraction to?” Gaila teased.
“Used to,” she replied. “I...don’t know what we are now. I don’t even know if we’re really friends, honestly.”
Gaila tilted her head and studied Uhura. “Do you want that Vulcan teacher to sit up and take notice? Because if you do, that is not the outfit to wear.”
Uhura’s eyes bugged slightly. Granted, she hadn’t made an actual move until there wouldn’t be any repercussions against Spock if it were to come out that there was an interest, or there was… “You weren’t supposed to know,” she said.
“You’re talking to a member of the Orion race, Nyota. When it comes to attraction, we know,” Gaila said with a laugh, uncrossing her legs quickly and scrambling to get up off the floor. She headed towards the closet and Uhura followed. The majority of it was filled up with Gaila’s clothing, or the scraps of fabric that was supposed to be clothing. Uhura was about to say this wasn’t a place that was too formal or fancy but still required decency when Gaila came out with a long black halter dress made out of a chiffon type material that wasn’t form fitting but was low cut in the back enough to be daring. “I do have stuff that doesn’t show off every inch of my skin.”
“This is gorgeous,” Uhura said, touching the material.
“You can have it, as long as you promise to invite me to the wedding,” Gaila said with a wide smile. “And introduce me to all the groomsmen.”
Uhura chuckled as she took the dress from her. “What if there isn’t a wedding?” she asked.
“First kids, cute cats...name one after me and I’ll consider it a worthy trade.” Gaila tilted her head. “Dangly earrings, definitely. And a chain around the waist. And killer makeup.”
Uhura let Gaila move her to the seat in front of her desk, which she had turned into a vanity, and began flitting around her. By the time Uhura’s hair and make-up were done and the jewelry was added, she thought she looked every inch the African queen her father had always said she was. She turned to look in the full-length mirror and then went and gave Gaila a hug. “I owe you,” she said.
“Stay at his place tonight,” Gaila said before pulling back. “Or at least stay out late.”
Uhura smiled and nodded. “Deal.” Gaila handed her a pocketbook and Uhura added a few things to it before slipping on a pair of heels and heading out the door. It didn’t take long to get to the restaurant and she saw Spock was already there.
His eyes grew wide as she approached, and he quickly stood up to pull out her chair in a show of human manners. “Nyota,” he said.
“Thank you,” she replied.
“You look...stunning,” he said as she sat down and he gently pushed the chair in.
“Advice from a friend helped,” she said, a faint blush settling on her cheeks. It had been a little while since the incident in the classroom, and she had almost said no to dinner tonight. Now, she was glad she had agreed. “How is everything?”
“Do you want the truth?” he asked as he went back to his own seat.
“You’d give me nothing less,” she said with a soft smile, knowing that even though most Vulcans could not lie, they could evade well enough.
“I have been upset by your absence, and my actions of late have been to see how I can...fix things,” he said solemnly.
“And what did you decide to do?” she asked, tilting her head.
“Apologize for the position I put you in. Ask for your forgiveness. And...ask for a second chance?” He said the last part as a question, which surprised her. Normally he was so sure and confident, and this showed, perhaps, he was quite aware of what he lost, and that he might never get it back.
Which...well, she had missed him. More than she wanted to admit. And since he would never lie to her, that meant he was truly sorry.
She reached over and placed a hand on his. “I think we can see how tonight goes, and decide from there,” she said, grateful to see Spock’s equivalence of a big, bright smile cross his face. Saying yes to dinner tonight may have been the best idea after all...
#star trek aos#spuhura#nyota uhura#gaila#spock#spock x uhura#fanfic#fanfiction#my stuff#my au: academy days#donation fic#greenskyoverme
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Anemone and Peony
anemone: how old were you when you first started writing? Wow, like, ever? My mom says I started writing stories when I was four. I know I started submitting my writing to things when I was ten (usually poetry), but I became known among the English teachers in my high school my junior year as being incredibly creative (so I was fifteen then) and was persuaded to take the creative writing class my school offered. I didn’t start writing fanfic officially until I was seventeen, though. So I’ve been writing for 32 years, sharing it for 26 and writing fanfic for 19.
peony: au or canon? Ah, now for this question and writing. While most of what I write is canon based stuff, I love love LOVE my AUs a whole lot more. I just never get that much commenting or love for them (with a few exceptions) so I don’t write them much.
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I wrote something: http://greenskyoverme.tumblr.com/post/171594379152/most-of-the-humans-and-aliens-posts-are-about-how
—————— Submitted by @greenskyoverme This is really really fantastic, I suggest y’all give it a read! I am absolutely proud to feature this here, thanks for submitting it!
#submitted post#story time#humans are space orcs#humans are wild#humans are wierd#space humans#humans in space#humans are space australians#space australia#submission
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About me tag
Rules: tag ca. 9 people yiu want to get to know better, then tag who tagged you!! (Deafinatelyme here im just interrupting to let you know if you dont want to answer/do this that is 100% perfectly fine!!) Name and prefered pronouns: Cayle and she/her Relationship status: single Favourite color: blue or purple havent decided yet Pets: a Bearded Dragon and a Turkish Angora ( a mostly white cat breed.) Last song i listened to: (I may be deaf, but i have "remaining hearing" so i can hear a tiny bit of the music, but i can also feel the beat when its loud enough.) "Unconditionally" katy Perry, but i barely listened to it so im going to put "say you like me" by we the kings Favourite t.v. show: DOCTOR WHO *clears throat* i mean i like doctor who, its pretty cool. First fandom: My first movie obsession was Barney, but that was when I was barely a year old. The first fandom I interacted with was My Little Pony or Doctor Who, i cant remember which came first. Hobbies: Listening to music, writing and reading What else do you want people to know about you?: Ihave no idea, what are people suoost to know? I like writing i guess?? Im tagging: @starrykid @dan-yuna @sanders-sideblog @prinxietyhell @darkness-anon @anxietyismycuppatea @yayroos @theblackcollegian @wingedchickadee @noromeobro @deafchick101 I was tagged by: @greenskyoverme (Deafinatelyme here im just interrupting to let yiu know if you dont want to answer/do this that is 100% perfectly fine!!)
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about me tag
Rules: tag ca. 9 people you want to get to know better, then tag who tagged you!
I’m Stone, 17, he/him
Relationship Status: I’m in a relationship with a few people
Favorite Color: cyan area
Pets: one cat
Last Song I Listened To: whatever my gym class was playing. some rock song
Favorite TV Show: Adventure Time, netflix ASOUE
First Fandom: sonic
Hobbies: youtube, drawing
What else do you want people to know about you: i am left handed
I’m tagging @cultural-clonazepam @the-final-pam @draconicdream @polygonfighter @dreamss-of-a-lowly-being @ahtemish @ask-a-freckled-sky @dammitblair @marsworms
and everyone else who wants to and who I forgot.
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About Me tag
Rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better then tag who tagged you!
I’m Crissy, 14, he/him/his.
Relationship Status: lol. like this even applies to me. (single)
Favorite Colour: Gray, blue, black. Idk, cold, muted colours, nothing too bright it would hurt my eyes.
Pets: none
Last Song I Listened To: It’s called BlibBlob and we don’t know by whom. Just something that came on randomly on the “Christophers” playlist.
Favorite TV Show: uh idk probably farscape? no wait that’s too scary something for kids, like a cartoon. idk I haven’t been out long enough yet to actually watch tv.
First Fandom: none yet
Hobbies: idek. none? tumblr.
sorry for the disappointing answers, I only woke up today for the first time in 15 or so years, so. :/
I’m/we’re tagging @that-russian-asshole, @greenskyoverme, @totallyindeterminate, @thesynniesystem and everyone else who wants to.
I was/we were tagged by @faunmoss.
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I just had possibly the most Neurotypical(TM) bullshit-lecture my parents have ever done. It's the last day of our vacation trip together so of course they took this opportunity to give a whole lot of unsolicited "advice" on what I need to do once I get back to school in a few days. According to them, I need to "just go talk to people, it's not hard, they won't bite". What part of "I have social anxiety" do they not understand? Oh right, it's the "anxiety is a real thing that exists" part. Apparently if I "just had some initiative and wanted to get things done" then everything would be fine. They also say I need to "go make some friends", as if that's something I can just do whenever I want. It's true that I would be happier if I had friends here, but I already have a set of good friends at grinnell, and I have limited friend-slots and I refuse to give up any that I currently have. My parents think that just because everyone in my classes is roughly my age and is studying physics that we would all magically get along and instantly be friends. Except probably 80% of every class is cishet white men, which is bad enough already and then they all have friendgroups already with each other and I don't know how to join one, especially in another language. And then of course, my parents think that just because they're older than me they automatically know everything about everything. Because they've "been there, done that", even though neither of them ever went to school in Germany or for physics, or tried to find an apartment as a trans girl who can't stand living with men in a market where every WG listing gets 60 offers in the first day alone. They think they're the ultimate authorities on everything I try to do, when really they know nothing and their advice is shit. I trust the native German @greenskyoverme way more than I trust my parents on this stuff. Going to the international office won't get me either friends or an apartment. I can't just drop by a professors office and start asking them questions about the class; even with an appointment that's not really a thing that's done. I haven't been doing what my parents tell me because it wouldn't help and it's just unnecessary effort spent and mental health damaged. But they keep yelling at me for not going to talk to all these people and they just don't understand that it wouldn't do anything, or in the case of randomly dropping in on professors it might even make things worse. They claim I just need to get used to the culture here and I'll start doing fine, yet they repeatedly compare a German masters program to an American phd program as if they're exactly the same. I'm really just sick of all this bullshit and I'm glad I finally leave them again tomorrow. Even if leaving them means going right back to school immediately because they took up my entire break and then some.
#just had#means several hours ago because that's how long it took me to write this post#I've been laying in bed hugging a pillow and eating chocolate#and yet none of that stops the dissociation and crying#parents troubles
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The latest The Public speaking Daily! https://t.co/IqvD2dnvlK Thanks to @RTCARDINALS @AlyHathcock @GreenSkyOverMe #publicspeaking #tedx
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Connections & Reconnections (2/? - A "Mended, Blended & Found" Story)
So I didn't realize I had actually started this sequel! @greenskyoverme had asked me to write more of Paul's story, and I was all set to write something brand new, but I found out I had already started and posted it. I swear, I need to get my laptop in order... But anyway, enjoy some angst mixed with domestic bliss.
Connections & Reconnections - After the events with Khan Noonien Singh and Admiral Marcus, Spock and Nyota make some changes in their lives that affect Paul and their friends and families for the better.
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Eventually they settled into a restful enough sleep that neither of them woke up for a few more hours, and when they did Spock took a moment to reflect on things. They were both alive, Khan was back in a cryogenic chamber with the rest of his kind, and Jim…
Jim was still in a coma, and it was unsure whetehr he would live through it, but there was hope.
He’d had no sense of hope when he had left the Enterprise after Jim’s sacrifice to fix things. He’d wanted to rail, to weep, but he had been there for his friend’s final moments and that had sufficed for the moment. But then there was a larger goal: while Jim had not survived his brush with death, Khan had survived his.
Khan needed to die.
The chase through San Francisco, the beating at his hands...if Nyota had not told him that Khan’s blood could heal Jim, he would have killed the man with no qualms. He would have murdered him in cold blood.
What kind of monster did that make him?
Spock shook his head and made his way to the kitchen, where Nyota had not gone yet. He could hear the sound of the shower running and thought, perhaps, he might get the chance to surprise her with breakfast. He pulled out some veggie sausage and began to pull out various other ingredients to make a casserole that she loved.
He was halfway done preparing it when she came out clad in a towel with another towel wrapped around her head. “I could have cooked for us,” she said with a smile on her face.
“I wanted to surprise you,” he said. She came over and kissed his cheek. “Have I?”
“You have,” she said. She put her hand up to the top of the towel around her chest. “It’s nice, being back home, isn’t it?”
“I suppose,” he said. “But with everything that had happened, perhaps time spent at home will allow me to...heal.”
She moved her hand to cover his hand that was closest to her, squeezing it. “No one’s not expecting us to have trauma, Spock. We all have to go to counseling, and then Jim…” She squeezed harder. “Let’s stop by his room today and see if there’s any change yet, okay? I know you’re worried.”
“Thank you for understanding, Nyota,” he said, moving so his palm was against hers and he could thread his fingers in between hers. He brought their hands up and uncharacteristically kissed the back of her hand. “Could we also contact my father and see if Paul can come home early?”
“I was thinking you might ask for that, and that’s fine. Unless he’s really enjoying New Vulcan and all that one on one time with Sarek. Then he can stay. But when we talked to him last night, I got the feeling he wanted to be home here with us again.”
Spock was quiet, but didn’t let go of her hand. “Would it be amiss to suggest my father stay for a time as well. I am...conflicted, and while I know I am only half-Vulcan and therefore also half-human, he may have some insight into my confliction.”
“Of course, Spock. I’ll make up the guest room later today and we can ivite them both to come back as soon as possible,” she said, moving to stand on her tiptoes and put her chin on his shoulder. “We’ll be okay, it’ll just take time, you know? But don’t shut me out. Talk to me, too, not just your dad.”
“I will, when I have come to grips with it more.”
“I’ll hold you to it,” she said. “Now, I’m going to go get dressed and you can feed me breakfast in bed, if you want.”
A small smile lit up Spock’s face. “You want me to feed it to you, Nyota?”
“Not literally, you dork.”
A soft chuckle erupted from Spock’s throat. “I love you, Nyota.”
“I love you too, Spock. Now let go of my hand so you can give me a well-deserved treat.” He did as she said and she left his side, her walk almost a sashay as she headed back to their bedroom while he watched. He did love her, and he would do his best not to shut her out.
She deserved that much, at least.
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New Partners (A “To Boldly Observe And Solve Crimes (Among Other Things)” Story)
So here it is, the last fic I’ll be posting tonight! This is a Star Trek AOS/X-Files fusion, of a sort, by someone who has only vaguely followed X-Files canon over the years. I’m not going to go into the major mythology arcs of X-Files and basically stick with the premise that aliens exist, Spock is an alien, and Kirk is all about finding out aliens are real. I swear this idea is not mine; it was on a post that I seem to have misplaced my link to but I want to say it was @plant-dad-sulu who had it originally? But I owe @greenskyoverme a gazillion fics and this was an idea that interested her so here goes!
New Partners - FBI Agents James Kirk thought he'd be dwelling in the basement of Quantico his entire career. Little does he know today is different: today is the day he gets an...interesting...partner.
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“He shoots, he scores, the crowd goes wild!” James Kirk said as he tossed another crumpled ball of paper at the wastebasket. When he had decided to become an FBI agent, days spent behind the desk had not been in the plan. He was supposed to be out in the field. Doing stuff, anything other than pushing papers.
Face it, Jim, they think you’re weird, his annoying inner voice told him. He decided to ignore the voice today because the voice just kept reminding him that most FBI agents were normal. He was...decidedly not. Not since his childhood encounter with aliens in the cornfields of Iowa, at any rate. Not since the flattened circles in the fields at his family’s farm.
Not since his older brother disappeared all that time ago.
He didn’t like acknowledging that there might be something weird in his pursuit for the “little green men” and all the weird things most normal people didn’t want to believe existed.
And yet here he was, in the basement at Quantico with an “I Want To Believe” poster proudly up behind him.
Yeah, he wasn’t normal. Least he could do was live with the consequences of his abnormality.
He balled up another piece of paper and made aim for the basket near the office door when the office door opened and SSA Marcus came in, stony-faced as usual. Kirk sat up straighter and dropped the paper on the floor beside his desk. “Anything I can do for you, sir?” Kirk asked.
“Stop lollygagging and get up to meet your partner,” Marcus snapped.
Partner? No one had told him he was getting any partner any time soon. He thought guys like him were considered loose cannons.
“Yeah. Doctor Spock, from the crime lab division. He got upgraded to field work and needed a partner, and despite my objections, top brass decided you too might be a good fit.” As Kirk got up and headed towards the door a tall man with a bowl cut and bangs came in. “Oh. God. I thought I’d have to yell twice today.”
“I was memorizing the layout of the floor, sir,” Dr. Spock said in a quiet yet assertive voice. Interesting, Kirk thought to himself. Wasn’t afraid of SSA Marcus. That was something, at least. Kirk watched as his gaze settled on the poster behind Kirk’s chair. “Most interesting.”
“The poster?” Kirk said. “Gift from a friend in tech.”
“I see,” Spock replied. He extended a hand towards Kirk and when Kirk got closer they shook hands. Spock’s hand felt cold, which was strange because the AC was broken and most of the office was in rolled-up shirtsleeves and no jackets. In fact, Spock was in a full three-piece suit with a damn sweater vest.
Weird.
"Neither of you make any trouble, okay? You have an assignment out of Las Vegas. One of those weird things you like so much, Kirk. Disappearance outside of casinos. A string of them. All that’s left are damn footprints.”
Kirk frowned. “Like, feet impressions?” he asked.
“Glowy shit,” Marcus said. “Probably some damn publicity stunt no one alerted the LVPD about.” Marcus handed a sheet of paper to Kirk. “Commercial class flight, make sure you keep track of all your expenses.” He headed back out towards the door. “Mark your Ts, dot your Is, keep it cheap.”
“Yes sir,” Kirk said. As soon as Marcus was out of the office he turned to Spock. “So, Dr. Spock. Have a first name I can call you?”
“S'chn T'gai,” he said, his voice quiet.
Kirk ran it over in his head a few times, not having any idea on how to pronounce it the way Dr. Spock did and eventually figuring he’d learn it later. “Spock it is for now.”
“Informality?” Spock asked, his brows furrowing.
Kirk pointed to him and then back to himself and then repeated the action a few times in quick succession. “Partners. Informality is implied.” He nodded his head towards his desk. “Let me grab my go bag, then we can swing by...wherever...and get your stuff and then head out. You get airsick?”
“No, I do not,” Spock said.
“Great! We can go over stuff on the flight.” Kirk clapped him on the shoulder. “Where are we heading to?”
“To the airport, I suppose,” Spock said.
“You got a go bag in the car?” Kirk asked.
“I will buy what I need.”
Kirk snorted. “Can’t wait to see what you come up with in Vegas,” he said. “Let’s roll out!” He grabbed his bag from behind the desk and then headed around Spock and out of the office with his bag slung over his shoulder. This was going to be interesting, he could tell...
#star trek aos#james kirk#alexander marcus#spock#fanfic#fanfiction#Multipart: To Boldly Observe And Solve Crimes (Among Other Things)#my stuff#donation fic#greenskyoverme
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Bet y’all never thought I’d need a reaon to use this blog again, did you? I didn’t either, and I’d hoped to keep it on tap in case (God forbid) my other blog got deleted by me or Tumblr or something. But yeah. There’s stuff going on in my life I don’t feel I can talk about on that blog since my mother and son both know the username there.
So as most of you who went back to following noregretsnotearsnoanxieties know, I’m currently homeless and have been for about eight months now. I live in a car with my mom and our cats, occasionally stay in hotels, and it’s all a mess.
Well, it has gotten worse.
Twice in the last week my mother has punched me (once when I tossed her phone towards her and the other when I angrily threw her pajamas and a button hit her in the face). I hit back and she’s threatened multiple times in the last week to leave me wherever it is we might be at with nothing in my possession except my bookbag and laptop and the clothes on my back. That means she would have my cat, all my medicine, all my clothing, and what little food we have left.
I currently do not have a working phone or way to use transportation outside of what my mom can provide. Every cent of money I’ve gotten either went to hotels or to getting the car smogged and registered, where we got screwed over (and even today, when we have enough for the smog certificate and she knows the guy is there, my mother has decided she will do it tomorrow, meaning I cannot touch any of the money I got yesterday and transferred to her account for bathroom or food stuff).
Now, @strangelock221b and I have been talking, and we figure if I can get $250 I can at least start trying to get things set up to get the hell out of this situation on my own (which might mean, unfortunately, I will have to cut off contact with my ENTIRE family, including my son, which is breaking my fucking heart). The $250 will get me this phone, my $63 unlimited phone plan, my disabled bus pass ID, the cheapest disabled pass they have and food.
I have no idea what to do other than that. I really don’t. I’ve been running it around in my head since the fight last night, and I can’t really do anything until I have the above at a bare minimum. Any help would be amazing, even if it’s just finding a place for me to go.
I’m tagging a few people who have helped before with stuff but I’m going to log off of this account for the moment and go back to my public one but yeah. It’s a bad situation, a lot worse than I’ve been letting on, and I am scared and angry and stressed right now and yeah. I need to get out.
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The ever lovely @greenskyoverme commissioned me to draw aos Khan as an actual person of colour. This was a wonderful commission to do and I support the message behind it so much! Also I never looked at Khan much in Into Darkness, but his jacket is mad cool.
Commission prices here or support me on Patreon here
#sleepy speaks#aos#khan#shannon rose#greenskyoverme#i love this so much#i would have never done it without you too#i just hadnt thought to#so great thank you so much
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@greenskyoverme reblogged your post:You know how characters in media aren’t bisexual,...
Bi-nonbinary high five!
:D *highfive*
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