STAND TOGETHER

I've mentioned it before but recently my spouse and I moved, which has eaten through all of our savings. While we are both still employed, my spouse's job offers them considerably less hours than they were promised, and I had to dramatically reduce my own hours too on account of the move and my current job just being way too far away to sustain.

We're in a heavy transition period of trying to find new jobs, but we still have bills to pay when we can't even afford groceries right now.

With all of this in mind, I'm leaving a link to my paypal here. If anyone is able to donate anything to help out me and my spouse, it would be insanely appreciated, as would just reblogging or sharing this post.

and now this mfer is just staring at me.... telling me to buy him

❛ oh, you gotta be kiddin' me. ❜

of course.

of course it had to be him—the only one other than charlie whose opinion was one he might give a shit about on the right day ( something he didn’t have the energy to unpack even if he was sober ). his pupils, still wide and glossy, zeroed in on the feline's features as he swayed on his broken heel again, catching himself with a hand on the wall before trying to brush it off as casual, cocky.

❛ what, you moonlightin' as a fuckin' babysitter now too? hope alastor's payin' you extra fer that promotion. ❜

his words came fast, venom laced with a defensive crackle, thought it did nothing to stop the shame he could feel bubbling up, hot and acidic in the back of his throat, making it harder to hold onto the persona that usually came so easily.

his gaze shifted, moving to focus on the brick wall beside the other sinner as a hand moved to run through his hair, a weak attempt to smooth it back into place with obsessive tugs and pats as he continued to speak.

it didn't take a genius to figure out that angel was high - even in the dim lighting, he could see the blown pupils, the unsteady gait, it reflected even in the inflections in the way he spoke. husk had been around enough junkies in his time to recognize it when it was standing right in front of him, and despite what angel may assume, he wasn't disappointed. recovery had never been a straight line, and hell, he'd tried to crack his own drinking and gambling habits when he was alive, only to fail over and over again.

husk's eyebrows stayed raised up high at angel's immediate need to turn to the defensive, though that didn't entirely surprise him, either. he imagined the self-hatred was the catalyst to cause the lashing out, and would probably end up making him project, too.

at least he wasn't tryin' to put on that fuckin' mask that husk hated.

" funny that you think alastor pays me at all, let alone that he'd pay me t'babysit. "

well, he paid him in booze, feeding the addiction that he was never able to shake in life or death, but --- that was hardly important. husk sighed, tilting his head back for a moment as he contemplated his options.

" wasn't aware you could fuckin' read minds now. " his words were droll, unamused, but he took a step forward, gesturing for angel to sit down on a couple of upturned boxes. " i can't fix the heel, but i can snap off the other so you don't end up twistin' your ankle. i 'aint carryin' your ass home. " there was a beat of silence for a moment, and then: