Well....
We've officially got no money to buy food... or dinner for today... and medicines... also for paying bills, mostly because of the fact 5 out of 9 of us are hit with a very terrible case of flu: Me, my older brother and baby brother (who's been hit the worst out of all of us), my little sister and my mom.
Our reserves have dried up buying medicines for the five of us who are incredibly sick, and I don't even have the strength to pick up my stylus to draw.
So once again, I'm asking for some help. We're in a pretty dire situation, and any amount would seriously help us eat tonight as well as buy some meds. I know asking for 700$ just to cover all this issue I just described is a long shot, so I'm just going to ask for any amount possible instead.
I don't have ko-fi, buymeacoffee doesn't work because I don't have my own personal paypal account attached to it, so all I can do is link down the business paypal I use.
Please help us out, y'all. It's not looking good for us at the moment especially during this rainy cold season. Reblogs are also appreciated.
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And don't stop talking about Palestine!!
I headcanon that Non-Sentient Flirty Carnival Kaufmo makes horrible pickup lines. It makes sense to me.
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One guards the day while the other guards the night. The children are well protected and prefer to keep it that way.
Though… they couldn’t help but favor a child. And you happen to be parent of that child. The beautiful/handsome parent.
I bet they go out of their way to make you stay longer. Whether you’re trying to go to work/school or you’re trying to get your child home before dinner.
“But Miss/Sir, it’s only 6:30! It wouldn’t hurt to spend time with me and (child’s name.”
“Aww, but your child is still so sleepy, why don’t you stay a little longer. We can spend time together while your child gets some extra rest.”
One day, you come in late to pick up your child. You dash to the daycare in hopes that nothing happened to your lil baby. But… you couldn’t find them anywhere. Not in the ball pit, not by the coloring station, not even by the timeout corner. You start to freakout before Sun approaches you.
“Oh! Hello (Y/N)! Are you looking for (child’s name)?”
“Oh yes! Have you seen them?”
“I have. They were still sleepy, so I took them to the napping room to get some extra sleep.”
Sun leads you to a random room that happened to be hidden from the children. You sense that something is wrong, but your child approached you with excitement. Apparently, that was the distraction needed for Sun to close and lock the door behind you.
You grab your kid by the hand and try to bang on the door.
“Hello?! Why is the door locked? Please let us out, the daycare is gonna close in 30 minutes!”
“Mama/Papa, what’s going on?” Your child looks at you with worry as you start to panic. Once you saw the look on your child’s face, you take a deep breath and put on your brace face.
“It’s alright, (child’s name). We just need to leave before we get in trouble.” You look around before noticing a screwdriver on a self. “Do you want to play ‘Super Spy’?”
You undo the screws on the vent and carefully put the vent gate to the side. You let your child go in first before following behind. It was most likely luck that the vent lead straight to the entrance, but you weren’t going to punch a gift horse in the mouth.
As you both made it out of the vent, you both finally make it to the main entrance. Your child exits the vent with you behind him. You look around to see if anyone is nearby, but only see map bots zooming here and there. You gently hold your child’s hand and hurriedly guide them to the. The gate shift and start to close, causing you to grab your child and run to the closing gate. Your child holds onto you tightly as you almost make it to the glass doors.
But, Moon suddenly grabs you and lifts you up from the ground. Your child, still clinging onto you, screams as they are suddenly high off the ground. You reach the door with the tiny bit of hope you had left, but the gate had finally shut. You are both trapped now…
Despite the police searching everywhere, the authorities never thought to look in the tower that held the Sun and Moon.
Luckily, pizza wasn’t the only thing that you and your child have to eat. But that doesn’t stop the existential dread that the obsessed robot of the daycare will keep the both of you until your brains eventually turn to mush.
The bots equally take time to dote on you and your beloved child. This meant that they are always able to prevent escape. Your child didn’t understand the situation, but they knew that you wanted to leave. Unfortunately, Sun and Moon both denied you and your child even when your kid pleaded with them.
The Sun and the Moon will love you forever. And your child shall have their Neverland.
But you won’t forget, you’re here forever…
(Bruh, this went from a headcanon to a poorly written short fic 💀)
I’m alive again!
What did I miss?!
I wish more people understood that sexual assault and harassment happen regardless of whether the perpetrator is attracted to the victim. Sexual harassment is frequently a social punishment for being undesirable
I'm so extremely serious when I say doctors should be put through an extremely extensive reliscensing process every 10 years. Doctors should have their knowledge scrutinized against current medical research and be de-barred at even the tiniest discrepancy. Too many old doctors absolutely refuse to stay up to date on research and dismiss patients because of their personal experiences. Too many people die every year because doctors don't take us seriously and refuse to listen to people who KNOW something is wrong. Too many people are told their problems are nothing and come back in a year or more with serious illnesses and doctors are just like "lol everyone makes mistakes" but doctors mistakes routinely cost people their lives! I'm tired of medical malpractice being swept away under the guise of "mistakes were made."
I finally managed to fix my settings. Everyone should be able to send messages now. If you're not able to, you can leave a comment under this post.
20 year old writer/artist; I love clowns; latest obsession: The Amazing Digital CircusMostly posts on weekends
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