That was the intention when I started this blog, but then I realized that I loved a lot of other things. My blog remains mostly Marvel, about 80 – 85%. For everything else, I use the tag not marvel. So, if you don’t want to see anything not related to Marvel, please blacklist the tag. Then you will not see anything you don’t want to.
All of your questions will be answered. You won’t like them, but you’ll get your answers.
You’re not a bother at all, nony.
Hmmm I’m not sure I’ve read that fic, so I’m going to throw it out to my followers, see if they might know.
@feelmyroarrrr is this something you have possibly read?
Hi there, nony. I did start writing it. However, there’s only two chapters right now, but I do hope to finish.
You should be proud of yourself. You’re still out there, looking and applying. You’re doing everything you can right now. I know I’m proud of you.
I don’t know what your exact situation is, or what expenses you have, but I do know what it’s like. I’ve been there, for almost my entire childhood, and into some of my adult years.
My mom and I lived in a one bedroom duplex [turned the official ‘living room’ area into a second bedroom], maybe 780 square feet. She was on assistance, and I remember there were weeks on end where every meal was either a peanut butter sandwich, mac n cheese, or ramen noodles.
We couldn’t afford to keep the apartment fully air-conditioned, so we got one of those window units for the living room / kitchen, and hung a thick quilt over the door frame. We had a 70′s, four door, behemoth of a car we called the banana boat; it was ungodly yellow. But it got us where we needed to go.
Despite the help that we got from friends and / or family, my mom and I were often behind on rent, the fridge and cupboards had little to hold, I wore clothes that were too small, that weren’t washed often enough. I didn’t take daily showers or have the newest bike, but I had my mom.
Anyway… I guess this is just my way of telling you that you can do this. I know it doesn’t seem like it’s going to get better, I know that it’s hard, really hard.
Have you looked into assistance programs outside of government?
There’s always your local food shelf, shopping at the Goodwill to cut down on clothing cost, garage sales, contacting your utility departments to get into a payment program, discount program for winter time [if you live in a cold state], etc.
I am sorry that you’re going through this rough time right now. I’m here if you need to talk. Anytime. On or off anon. There will only be kindness and understanding here, no judgement, no harsh words. This is a safe place.
Ohhhhhh I’m excited to see it! Please make sure you tag me.
And please, don’t be nervous. I don’t bite. Unless you like that sort of thing.
But really… message me however you’re most comfortable; anon or not. This is all about your comfort level.
The good thing about waking up so early is that I’ll have my 8 hours in at 1pm. I can lie down and hopefully get a bit of a nap in before picking up my kids from school.
How are you? Are you having a good day?
Thank you for this lovely message, sweet nony.
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