I need that twink obliterated

The hotel we had reservation in told us to check out and we asked why, but they're not giving us a reason. They aren't telling us why and they said because of something a year ago???? We don't know what that means so now we got to leave.

I told them I'm in treatment right now because I have respiratory issues, but they said they don't care and told us to leave.

I am not fit to move stuff and we are on the top floor too. I'm stressed and if I even try to move our stuff I will collapse and have another asthma attack. I'm stressed as hell already and the manager of the hotel isnt making it easier. That and my mom's phone got hacked?? I have no idea what's going on and in this close THIS CLOSE!! I JUST WANT ONE GOOD DAY!!! I will keep you guys updated because we have nowhere to go, no hotel will take us.

So please for my health and life keep donating and sharing my gofundme because my life is at stake now. This is serious, very serious. I can die from this because of stress and my asthma.

Right now me and my mom went to hang out in a gym to shower and relax, we can't stay in it but the people were nice to let us wash up. Other than that we have to sleep outside. I did get my medication thank goodness and my breathing is evening out! That's good! I'm able to breathe freely and sleep. Thank you everyone to help me survive this, if it wasn't for you guys I would've been in the hospital or worse.

Just right now we need food since we had to get rid of even more of our belongings, we have less things to take with us now.

Please help so I can have something to eat tonight from my stressful day, thank you 💜

...which just happened to be so perfectly compatible with this random dweeb's vibes that they instantly imprinted on each other, by accident, the first time they made physical contact...

...and then, as if that wasn't bad enough, as soon as they quit arguing all the damn time, this manic pixie dumpster fire of a man starts actually helping the emotional support robot do her job...

...which basically means that our girl here gets to spend the entire game going through the Five Stages of Grief, as she processes the idea that this total doofus...

...might, in fact, be the brand-new very best friend that she wanted all along. <3

"So..." she asked, turning back, "What do you think? How do I look?" "You look like you feel beautiful." Roxanne beamed.

As thanks to @f34therhead for keeping the home fires burning and continuing to produce the best Vandelay mother-daughter content out there, even as the HFR fandom has quieted down, here's Peppermint feeling (and looking) like a million bucks in a nice dress, from their short fic, Tears and Fears and Feeling Proud.

Back for more. Chai-centric edition.

The (half) Siblings! :D

I had to make another gofundme, nothing we are doing is helping and relatives won't help us and let us stay stranded outside. It's hot and there are no hotels that are cheap this weekend. Again we don't have any open shelters. The rest is in the link.

I'm sorry again but I'm in need of a lot of help and this time it's dire. Mostly for my mental health. I've spiraled so hard this morning I want it to stop.

My health is getting worse and my asthma attack this morning proves it. I also have Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (COPD) is an ongoing, progressive lung condition that restricts airflow, making it hard to breathe. And I have no way to get to a Lyft to go to urgent care. I'm wheezing and coughing up mucus and blood.

This is serious and I'm afraid my life will be on the line if I can't take care of it admittedly, it's really scary and I don't want anymore harm to me, or worse. It's even hard to sleep without wheezing.