Jack’s hair was pulled up into a quick little top-knot type of thing, to keep it out his face, instead of gelled back combined with, the torn jeans, muscle shirt, leather jacket and boot combo, was making Brock now toe the line between “oh fuck, I’m sorry” and “Harder, please Daddy”
Once, when his uncles asked him what gift he wanted for his nameday, he begged them for a dragon. “It wouldn’t need to be a big one. It could be little, like I am.” His uncle Gerion thought that was the funniest thing he had ever heard, but his uncle Tygett said, “The last dragon died a century ago, lad.” That had seemed so monstrously unfair that the boy had cried himself to sleep that night.
Hey guys, I’ve given this a lot of thought, but I don’t know what else to do. So, I’m here to ask for some help.
For those who don’t know me, I’m Heather, and I have a pretty great mom who taught me how to love the world and give great hugs and always tell the ones you care about you love them because you never know what may happen the next day.
That mom is in serious and dire trouble right now. My mom is a great 51 year old women, who has gone through so many jobs over the years. A few she had to walk away from to make sure me and my sister had the care and love we needed through each storm of bad luck that came our way. From my depression and being sick in bed for almost an entire year, to my sister being diagnosed with diabetes and ending up in the hospital a few times, to my sister having a baby and my mom helping raise the kid. Not all big things, but things, at the time, we were scared and uninformed about. And she’d research and care for us. Even as she came down with depression, dealing with my dad’s suicide attempts and break downs, to her own thoughts and feelings of suicide, she’s stuck it out.
She’s struggled so hard to swim up river, and has applied for thousands of jobs. She’s gone to so many job fairs and interviews I can’t even count them all. She has so much experience from being a waitress(on roller skates at a time) to working on computers(she can type faster than anyone I’ve ever seen and takes the most diligent notes and is always organized), and is the biggest people person. But she can never land a job, for whatever reason. (I personally suspect age, because lets face it, who easier to pay tiny wages to than young people.)
Even when she gets a job, everything comes crashing down, and she has no money left to her name. Now she’s at a point where she can’t afford their rent anymore, nor gas, or food, or bills. She was just laid off(her job claimed being overstaffed) my sister is leaving to move in with her new boyfriend, and my grandparents refuse to help her or let her move in with them.
I lived in my car, on friends couches, and jumped hotels for a little over 2 months, so I can imagine what it’s like to have no where to go. But to have no one who wants you on top of that, while still having to care for pets no less, is something I never wanted my mom to be in. I’ve tried so hard to keep her afloat, but now I’m in a position where I can’t help her on my own. I can’t pay her rent and bills, no matter how much I want to.
I’d like to earn enough money for her to afford someplace to stay until she can find a job again. I think if she can have a good starting amount of money to keep her going, she won’t have to be forced to do anything drastic.
This is my mom, guys. A mom who has been trying to damn hard to do everything she can but the world keeps pushing her down and holding her underwater, wanting her to drown. It’s not fair, and the fact her family won’t help her because she can’t get out of the situation by herself is even worse. She’s TRIED. She doesn’t want this, she LOVES working, she loves being able to take care of people, I just can’t understand how someone who tries harder than anyone has to be forced into being homeless and alone.
I’m really, really, REALLY hoping to raise anywhere from $5,000 to $10,000, if at all possible. I know it’s a lot, and probably impossible, but sadly it’s not a lot or enough for someone to live on for long. But it should be enough to help my mom at least pay another few month’s rent and bills and buy her more time to hear back from another job. But honestly, anything helps at this point.
If you guys can help my mom out, I’d be indebted to you forever. If you want a drawing, or a day to hang out at Disneyland, or a cookie I can bake and send to you, or something, you got it. Just please, please help me keep my mom off the streets. She’s almost been there before, and now that she’s alone it’s even more likely. And she loves our pets to death and they’re the only real comfort she has, I don’t want anything to happen to her and all of them.
If you can’t donate, please spread this around for me. I’m really hoping to save up any money for her before the month is up.
Thank you for your time and kindness. Here’s a more direct link to where you can send donations if you choose: paypal.me/sonichearts
“If you keep drinking like that, I’ll have to carry you up into your room.” Steve commented as you drank your glass of absinthe. “Maybe I want you too.” You told him, causing him to chuckle. “It’s official, you’re wasted. C’mon.” Steve said. You tried to walk closer towards him, but your feet gave up on you and you ended up falling on the ground.
You began to laugh hysterically, gaining a few judgmental looks from guests. “Oh shut up! I fought in World War 2!” You shouted at them. Steve smiled nervously at the guest, “I’m sorry.” He told them before helping you up. “You didn’t fight in World War 2, I did.” He corrected you. “Oh.” You said. “Well, I won a fucking Grammy.” You spat at the guests. “Still not you.” Steve said. “Well, what did I do?” You asked him, turning to look at him and smiled, “Imma do you.” You whispered, causing Steve to freeze and you laughed.
“You’re adorable.” You told him. “And you’re wasted.” He stated, holding your hand and tried to help you up the stairs. “I don’t wanna go to sleep.” You told him. “You don’t have to go to sleep, you just can’t be around civilians.” He stated, this time grabbing you and carrying you on his shoulder up the stairs. “Wait, wait, wait. I wanna say something before I leave.” You told him when he reached the top step. He sighed, “Alright.” He then set you down.
“Can I have your attention!” You shouted, causing people to quiet down and look at you. You giggled, “Hey. Hi! My name is Y/N Stark. Tony’s my dad. Hi daddy!” You smiled, waving at him. He smiled and waved back. “I just want to apologize if I caused you any harm. I am drunk.” You said and people chuckled. You smiled, “And, I’m also about to fuck Captain America. J.A.R.V.I.S, play Let’s Get It On by Marvin Gaye!” You shouted, causing people to gasp and Tony’s eyes to widen.
God…over 70 people dead and dozens of others wounded, and the numbers are still climbing. Nobody is safe. We can’t go a week without another hashtag and I am scared. I am scared for this world and what it has come to. I am scared to go anywhere anymore.