also, titty sprinkles.
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also, titty sprinkles.
thank you snopeskat you made my night
i laughed so fucking hard im almost crying
i am in love with two people. one is you. the other one is also you, but from an alternate timeline with dragons.
once you start making Phantom of the Opera jokes you know you’re past the point of no return
But I do.
Okay so here’s the skinny guys
I’m sick. With the flu. Okay, you say, it’s the flu, big deal, lots of people get the flu. Here’s the problem: my copay isn’t that high, but the medication you get for aggressive influenza is almost $200 even with insurance.
Yeah. Two. Hundred. Dollars. Tamiflu is $133, cough syrup is $16, nebulizer medication is $35. Plus $20 for Mucinex and a $25 copay.
That was my entire savings account right there. In two days I went from over $200 … to $6.
So today I am pulling out of the garage to go pick up the nebulizer stuff. The car is pulled in straight, the wheels are straight, the right front tire is on the “park here, dumbass” bump. I should have four inches of clearance to get out.
I HIT THE GARAGE WITH THE FUCKING CAR AND SNAPPED OFF THE PASSENGER MIRROR.
I told my sister I’ll pay to replace it, but I also owe her for medication (add another $20 for Mucinex, by the way) and for the babysitter she had to get today because I’m ill (long story. Basically, she thinks if I’d gone to the doctor for my cough ten days ago, I wouldn’t have flu now.) It’s very likely my next paycheck will be short due to said babysitter, and it doesn’t come in for eight days.
I will write drabbles for anyone who will donate to the get-Nina’s-ass-out-of-the-fire fund. The mirror is about $30, but there’s also labor involved. Can you help? Even a dollar?
This isn’t just about having lost my savings when I was finally pulling myself out of a hole—although that hurts, bitterly. And it isn’t just about the mirror. It’s about being able to make good on a promise to fix what I fucked up.
Can you? Any little bit?
If you can, if you’re willing, please Ask me for my PayPal. It’s not life-threatening, but it is job-threatening … and now, I have no savings at all to fall back on should that worst thing happen.
boosting for a friend in need <3