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Local dentist saw a shadow on an x-ray for an unrelated visit and found bacteria eating away at my tooth and skull thats been happening for years. It hasn't been spotted until now because I wasn't showing any of the associated symptoms.

I need multiple surgeries to get the remains of the front tooth broken into pieces and removed, the bacteria scrubbed off, a bone graft applied to my skull, an implant installed and of course a new crown manufactured and screwed in.

They urged me to do it as soon as possible or else it will get worse.

If u could please donate / share ill be endlessly grateful ❤️

You mean like how people read books at libraries, and end up buying them if they like them?

“That’s not the same 😡”

Just saw this in my notes and thought I'd reply. You can't get into libraries if you only use Amazon, but platforms like Draft2Digital, Ingram and Kobo Writing Life make it possible for self-pub authors to have their work made available to libraries across the global network.

You're sometimes more likely to get picked up by libraries if you list yourself as having a publisher, but as a self-pub author you can do that by registering as an LLC (which for me was $250 back in 2020, I don't know what it is now) and then listing the name you used as the publisher. But even that's becoming an unnecessary step with how prominent self-pub has become.

You fucked up again. The thought slides slippery through your brain as the alraune offers you more nectar.

You were... supposed... You were adventuring and... fuck...

You can't form a cohesive thought as the sap coats your throat. The alraune's vines wrap around you tighter, pulling you close against her. Her giggles fill your ears, drowning out the distant thrum of panic.

What were you doing again?

Another drop of sap tastes your tongue, and you forget the answer. Vines crawl over you, writhing and wriggling, sliding in and out of you.

You were supposed to be doing... something... and then... but you...

All you can do is start and stop, shuddering into an orgasm you barely recognize.

You need to get out of here. You need... to... relax? Relaxing seems nice. And the sap tastes so good. And the vines make you feel so good. Why do you need to get out of here?

You pulse with another orgasm, the alraune drinking every last drop up.

All you can do is moan. You thought you were standing, but she's holding you. It's very nice of her, you're really sleepy.

You suckle down more sap eagerly. You just need a minute, then you'll remember.

It's probably not that important.

The alraune giggles again, dumb and ditzy... or maybe that's you. Oh well... you... have... oh never mind. It's so much easier to just float. You drift, drinking and cumming.

You're drooling, but she's got your hands all tangled up in vines. Maybe it's okay, she wouldn't be fucking your face if she was worried about a mess.

hello everyone. i hate having to make these posts every time, but the past two weeks have been just a successive continuation of punches to the balls.

i am the sole breadwinner of a household of two soon to be three, and after rent, food, and meds, we generally have maybe 400 dollars a month to hold things together, of which we usually can save 0, maybe 20 on a really good month. about a week ish ago, a cat in our care died, which cost $1300 for the vet visits as she declined + cremation. two weeks before that, my parents heard my laptop broke and decided to chip in for a new desktop, and then did not get me a screen, mouse, keyboards, and speakers, because "i could handle it", which cost about another $250 ish. before that, $250 on laptop repairs.

and also yesterday i had to send my laptop into the shop again for repairs. $100 just to peek inside to see if the charger port was broken (in which case they could reseat it), $150 to just yank the charger port out and replace it. i said fuck it and paid the $150 because what the fuck else can i do, my livelihood depends on having access to a computer.

meds are expensive when you are disabled and in a wheelchair. so imagine my unpleasant surprise when today i found out that suddenly, between the start and end of june, my insurance stopped covering <medicine x> which, btw, out of pocket costs fucking $1350 i'm so god damn mad. thankfully i could coupon it down a little but it's still just shit on the pile after shit on the pile after shit on the pile after shit on the pile and now i have to either go off of it (extremely bad) or argue with insurance (bad and slow). and my boyfriend needs help moving out, which is its own thing that i need to help with, so he can get here.

i am applying to jobs every god damn day. you would think a career developer with a well-stocked portfolio of professional projects and excellent references would be able to get something, anything, even a contract position. nothing. i am trying and trying and trying and i hate begging on the internet but i am at the end of my damn rope here and it's causing me enough physical stress that it's degrading my already perilous health, given my autoimmune disease.

so. if you have anything to chip in, i know this corner of the internet is just gay people passing 5 dollars back and forth until it vanishes down a hole. but it would be really, really appreciated. every new catastrophe i've had over the past like three years has just drained more and more of my savings and i do not know how much longer we can weather it before it starts getting bad. it's just too much for me to handle.

Paper cutout animation test! Featuring my wip Moho rig.

I made a quick animation in Moho and then exported the individual frames and used a cricut to cut them out. Then, I did a "quick stop-motion test" on a makeshift light table because I am apparently insane.

(Adding a few sheets of vellum helped sell the look.)

The Moho animation took about 30 mins...filming the stop-motion shot also only took about 30 mins. (because it was only 2 seconds.)

But the printing, cutting, gluing, and other fabrication.....took days.

This makes people very angry and panicky.

My mental health improved in ways it had not in the previous DECADE once I stopped. And. Sat. With failure. And thought about what my failure ... Was. And looked at the structures that produced it and examined them critically.

Two friends were on the way to detonating their relationship over it, with one convinced that kink is necessarily the result of trauma and that having kink at pride exposes young queer folks to harm.

That's bullshit. I'm not going to even bother arguing the merits of it.

But I want to notice the parallels.

The number of times - as a child and as an adult - that I've had to hear reactionaries pontificate about how any deviation from the nuclear family inevitably harms the children, that it's a moral failing of the parents and...

"I was raised by a single mother. Tell me more about how I'm broken."

...of course, they don't mean me. They don't mean my mother.

Or that I've been told about how foreigners just don't understand this country and can't help but...

...of course, they don't mean me. They don't mean my friends.

That I was kinky since I was twelve, though.

Apparently, that's far enough out there that I'll get to be told to my face that I must have been horrifically abused as a child.

Sure.

I wasn't, but hey, it's ok.

They don't mean me, after all.

"Really twisting, tying, contorting the champion. Like a torture rack. The Stretch Muffler, with the arm captured... and now a giant swing for good measure!"

Uber is a fucking shell game of a company designed to leech investor capital and output bootleg cabs.

Nvidia posted a profit in 2023 of $4.37 billion. This is like someone stealing less than a penny from me.

And they lock this kid in a prison hospital for LIFE?

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