singer, singer, spin a tale,
of when the world was whole and hale
~ jessica/jess/iscah
~ gender noncompliant jewish lesbian
~ they/them or he/him
~ 27 yrs old
i don’t like to do this too often but i need money to get to the GIC tomorrow — it’s been hot here and trying to walk in that heat triggered a fibromyalgia flare
i also need to pay for extensive dental work and on top of that, within the year, i’ll need to travel to England and stay at a hotel for about a week for a medical procedure i can’t get in Scotland; the NHS will reimburse some of the expenses but i’ll need to pay out of pocket first.
i’m on disability welfare, haven’t been able to work for a decade. i don’t have any family support. i’ve applied for all the assistance i’m due and like: for real, it’s not enough to get by on in months when i’m too sick to cook from scratch and walk everywhere.
i’m looking to raise about £600 right now, with the bulk of it going towards dental treatment and saving up for going to England for medical treatment.
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it’d be great if i could raise another £200 or so before the weekend, so plz keep the post circulating 💕
sigh
a couple of bills came through and threw off the PayPal balance count.
i’ve got like £50 left in my current account, and frankly i can’t keep just punting bigger payments onto my emergency credit card (which i’d like to pay off). i’m increasing the goal to £800 so i can maybe pay off 1/3 of the credit card balance?
My love for When the Angels Left the Old Country has lead to the inevitable consequence: soft fanfiction. (The first in the AO3 tag for the book!)
This first foray is a 500-word ficlet, featuring nothing but fluff.
“Ashel,” Uriel murmured, though they’d been sitting in comfortable silence for a few minutes now and it had not quite realized that it was about to speak. “Ashel, do you remember the dance hall?”
“The dance hall? What dance hall?” Little Ash looked at Uriel. “You mean, the one where we went spying?”
“Yes,” said the angel, only it had not been thinking about the spying at all. “We never got to dance, that night.”
Soon the angel found that its cheeks were growing warm, and everything looked softer than it had before. When it lifted its hands and cupped Little Ash’s face in them, it found that his cheeks also were soft, but cooler than its own. It almost wanted to press their two faces together, to see if his cool skin would feel soothing. Little Ash’s eyelashes cast a shadow that hid the bruises under his eyes, and with the bright lights, Uriel could see the galaxy of his freckles. This face it knew better than its own, because it only ever saw its own face by accident, and Little Ash’s face it was always either looking at, or searching for. It wanted to tell him everything that had ever happened, in its whole existence, and why every single thing it was telling him had led to them both being here, and why that was a miracle.
[ID: a wikipedia article about “prophetic perfect tense”. it reads, “the prophetic perfect tense is a literary technique used in the bible that describes future events that are so certain to happen that they are referred to in the past tense as if they had already happened.” below is a timeline diagram illustrating the point of the text. there are two markings, one at the left marking “time prediction is made” and the other at the middle marking “prediction is fulfilled”. there is a yellow arrow that goes from the first marking to the second. there is also an orange arrow that goes from the first marking beyond the second, then circles back to the second marking. it is labelled, “predicted future event described as if past event”.
script text, spoken by orestes, that reads “this was always going to happen. she’s been dead since the beginning.”
