I don’t get super personal very often because I like to keep my blog all Sherlock related, but right now I really need everyone’s help.
For the past 9 years my family has been living with and relying on an abusive, alcoholic man. We stayed with him and did everything he told us to do because he was our only source of income. Well yesterday, after finding out he was cheating on her with a coworker, my mom kicked him out. She decided she was done with him, and wanted to kick him out before he had the chance to kick us out. Only now, we have no money. Literally none. Our landlord is making us leave the house immediately and is planning to sue us. We’re already in an insane amount of debt. We have no family to help and nowhere to go.
I’m desperate to help my mom out in finding money for us to move on and start a new. If we don’t get some kind of money soon, we’re screwed. We’ll be basically homeless. This is a situation I thought we’d never be in, and I can’t bring myself to stop crying about it. There’s this feeling in my chest that won’t go away and I just want to be able to breathe again.
We just need enough to get us started and hopefully pay off some of our debt. If anyone out there has any money to spare, please donate here. I cannot tell you how grateful I would be. If you don’t have money, spread the word. Any little thing helps.
Once Upon a Time (Swan Queen)
Emma is a soldier on reserve in Fort Benning. Regina is the Mayor of Storybrooke. Through a pen pal program designed to ease the ache of homesick soldiers, Emma and Regina begin sending letters to one another as their relationship grows from cordial acquaintance to something neither woman would have expected - until the letters stop coming.
The only thing she heard next was static and a dial tone.
Regina’s breath caught in her throat as the low hum of the dial tone sounded ominously in her ear. She fought to swallow the lump in her throat that was so thick it felt like she had been choking on a jawbreaker. Reality struck when the busy signal blared incessantly, reminding Regina that her time was up.
No. No, this can’t be happening. She hadn’t meant it.
She hung up frantically and pulled the receiver to her ear, but all that did was end the busy signal and restart the dial tone. The warm fluttering in her chest from the sound of Emma’s voice turned into cold dread as her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach like a sky diver who forgot their parachute. A simple mistake with drastic consequences? Regina was familiar with that.
She hung up and picked up the phone twice more, each time with more ferocity and every time her rationale waning.
Oh dear god, she was an awful person, she thought as she pulled her hair away from her forehead and paced the kitchen haphazardly. Did she just yell at Emma, a soldier who was risking her life every single day because she got hurt? She shook her head at her own absurd and brash behaviour. What the hell was she thinking? She wasn’t thinking, that was the obvious answer. Every form of explanation – she was worried, she was upset, she was scared – it all didn’t matter in the end because as long as Emma was breathing then that’s okay. Then she should have told her that! Regina smacked a palm over her forehead at her own idiocy, one she never admitted except for the rare case, and Emma was the rarest of them all.
She had to apologize. Right now. Right then and there. She growled and slammed her fist down on the island in frustration because she couldn’t apologize right then and there because this distance thing was torturous and Emma was halfway across the world getting shot at and blown up and Regina started hyperventilating. Her breaths got shorter, and suddenly she felt like she was eighteen all over again sitting alone in the hospital waiting room being told her mother didn’t make it and how she ran all the way to her father’s tomb and––she paused and took deep breaths, slow movements to open up her airways again as the anxiety left her slowly through each exhale.
When she finally regained control of her lungs again, Regina didn’t feel any less guilty. She couldn’t call Emma back, and Sidney was useless. Resigned and more than a little bit desperate, Regina darted from the kitchen, quickly catching Henry as he played on the floor of his playroom, before whipping open her study room door, reaching her desk in two quick strides. Her drawer was yanked with such force it was a wonder it wasn’t pulled off its roller as Regina dug through some files to pull out the first piece of stationary she could get her hands on.
Usually Regina took care when penning her letters to Emma. Her words were written and rewritten with the utmost clarity and precision as she strived to get in as much as she could about how they were doing and commenting on Emma’s performance. Now, however, Regina reached blindly for whatever writing utensil she could get her hands on until her fingers found a pencil. She didn’t even bother with the date or a “Dear Emma” of any sort. I’m sorry was the first thing she even thought to jot down as she leaned over her desk, scribbling and scratching out her words. I was frustrated––no, no excuses. It’s not you––no, cliche.
I’m sorry, she wrote again. You are not a problem that needs to be dealt with. You are brave and kind and you mean so much to myself and Henry that it scares me to think of anything bad happening to you. I am so grateful that you are alive. I’m so sorry for snapping at you.
She did a threefold on the paper and placed it into an envelope then jogged quickly to her front door. As soon as she placed the letter into her mailbox her nerves numbed.
artRAVE at Perth, Australia
why do americans get so shocked that there is a schooling system different to theirs
Because we get so excited over the idea that education could actually be better and fun and not make us fall into debt
GET TO KNOW ME MEME → favourite relationships [6/10] » Arya Stark and Gendry
"And how she smiled and how she laughed, the maiden of the tree.
She spun away and said to him, No featherbed for me!
I’ll wear a gown of golden leaves, And bind my hair with grass,
But you can be my forest love, And me your forest lass…”