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[personalmoshiakh]

Comrades! A little help?

A friend of mine is trying to leave an abusive situation imminently and currently has no savings due to being on disability.

Every little helps as they try and get themselves out and safe.

[personalmoshiakh]

hey, i know i’ve not been around much, so i feel like, awkward about asking for mutual aid in light of that, but i’m in a bit of a bind

due to circumstances beyond my control, in July, i’ll be losing a source of monthly income amounting to about £200. this is a huge problem since my income from benefits is barely adequate as is and cost of living keeps rising.

while ideally i’d set the goal at £1200 to cover the loss for at least the rest of the year, that seems like too much to ask rn.

so i’m not setting a goal for now. but … i really need help affording bills. i’ve suspended my efforts to boost the GFM for new furniture in light of more pressing bills.

i’ve cut down my expenses as much as i can. i already can barely afford to eat and due to my limited mobility, food pantries aren’t really an option.

links to send £££:

[personalmoshiakh]

please keep boosting!

hey, i know i’ve not been around much, so i feel like, awkward about asking for mutual aid in light of that, but i’m in a bit of a bind

due to circumstances beyond my control, in July, i’ll be losing a source of monthly income amounting to about £200. this is a huge problem since my income from benefits is barely adequate as is and cost of living keeps rising.

while ideally i’d set the goal at £1200 to cover the loss for at least the rest of the year, that seems like too much to ask rn.

so i’m not setting a goal for now. but … i really need help affording bills. i’ve suspended my efforts to boost the GFM for new furniture in light of more pressing bills.

i’ve cut down my expenses as much as i can. i already can barely afford to eat and due to my limited mobility, food pantries aren’t really an option.

links to send £££:

[personalmoshiakh]

hey, i know i’ve not been around much, so i feel like, awkward about asking for mutual aid in light of that, but i’m in a bit of a bind

due to circumstances beyond my control, in July, i’ll be losing a source of monthly income amounting to about £200. this is a huge problem since my income from benefits is barely adequate as is and cost of living keeps rising.

while ideally i’d set the goal at £1200 to cover the loss for at least the rest of the year, that seems like too much to ask rn.

so i’m not setting a goal for now. but … i really need help affording bills. i’ve suspended my efforts to boost the GFM for new furniture in light of more pressing bills.

i’ve cut down my expenses as much as i can. i already can barely afford to eat and due to my limited mobility, food pantries aren’t really an option.

links to send £££:

[personalmoshiakh]

i need help affording new furniture

tl;dr: bed and wardrobe too small, desk and chest of drawers falling apart, nowhere to put books

i tallied up how much the furniture is ideally need would cost and made a GFM for the amount

i’d really appreciate any help, not having enough storage space makes it nearly impossible to keep the flat in order and i really would like to be able to keep the flat in order one day.

[personalmoshiakh]

hey, so— i’ve been ~officially writing a web serial since 2021 (unofficially, since at least 2014). Updates are currently very irregular, but i’m definitely still working on it!

✨🧿 THE BITTER DROP 🧿✨

modern fantasy romance about gay/trans Eastern Bloc Jews, set in a secondary world counterpart of early Soviet communes

The lounge is nearly empty tonight; all the action is downstairs at the grinding workshop — in the basement discotheque; you if I’m to have any hope of pulling, that’s where I ought to go but … ekh, I’m foggy tonight, between the psychosis and the laudanum for the pain what likes to haunt nefilim and the horse pills they made me take at the Mamka — nu okay, I skipped tonight’s dose so I can drink but like, neuroleptics don’t let go that quick — and as the brainfog settles on my thoughts, it turns to hoarfrost and my will seizes up like a rusty hinge.

Lev/Lyubov Morgenshtern, a queeny bigender flamer who’d once been one of the Pale’s youngest-ever ordained rabbonim, has just returned to the Talons Ghetto sovyet — an autonomous workers-and-peasants commune of the kind that directly preceded the Soviet Union (and indeed the thing that the USSR named itself after).

Lev is fresh off a stint on a psych ward that’d followed a far longer stint living in the tzarist-held half of Svet Dmitrin with a bougie respectability-obsessed ex-boyfriend — he’s got nowhere to sleep, no assurance her old friends, Red Guard and civilian both, would want to see them and the only workable plan she’s got is to find someone willing and soft-hearted to take him home for the night …

… and what luck if their rescuer, a medical necromancer by the name of Anzu Menelikov (Nyura to friends and lovers) is a beautiful trans flamer from a prominent rabbinical family! who better to welcome Lyubov home than a fellow hothouse flower and dedicated scholar? and does it matter if Nyura did anything the White Guard might still bear a grudge about? after all, most of the old Ghetto walls are still safely intact, and it’s not like Reb Doktor Menelikov personally set the Winter Palace on fire, right?

i’d say if you liked the Baru Cormorant series, Michael Chabon’s The Yiddish Policemen’s Union and Gentlemen of the Road, Fallen London and its associated games, China Miéville’s oeuvre, and Disco Elysium, this’d probably be your thing!

content warnings

(under the cut)

reclaimed homophobic slurs

the narrator has a history of psychiatric institutionalisation

homophobia, transphobia, transmisogyny and antisemitism are environmental hazards in the setting, though by far not the focus

#the bitter drop #web serial #web fiction #web novel #fiction #tell your friends #and tell me if you read it tbh

[personalmoshiakh]

This one's a fun one. I can't believe I used to think Vance was one of the more dull viewpoint characters.

#freestone #the caliphates bit floored me

[personalmoshiakh]

I've accidentally made an Emmett Till reference twice now while writing Freestone, catching both mistakes during the editing process. Something about my mind just thinks about the vile nature of his murder and goes 'yeah, that happened in the 1800s'. He was murdered in 1955? The same year of the Montgomery bus boycotts? He wouldn't have been 30 by the time MLK was assassinated by the government.

Just makes me think about how America wants to keep putting racism behind it and gets upset whenever it turns out it's still there and we're still getting killed by it. The most wish-fulfillment thing in Freestone, my greatest indulgence, is that Reconstruction is still fully alive in 1875, that Ulysses S. Grant is popular enough that the Mayor thinks he'll get two more terms, that any attempts to refurbish the reputation of the South will be held back by all the evil wizardry. What's more fantastic than a man who can disassemble people like they're tables is an American government that doesn't abandon us as soon as it becomes convenient to do so, an enfranchised white majority that's willing to cede some of its power to prevent such horror from continuing. Racism that's a bit less institutionalized than usual.

#freestone #i did not quite spot the thematic link between Birch's statements and the fact Victor literally deconstructs things but i see it now

[personalmoshiakh]

Just started my new job under the sink

#kbity

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#kbity

[personalmoshiakh]

Lord Vetinari turned away, took some papers from a desk drawer, walked to a wall, touched a certain area and stepped quickly through the hidden door that noiselessly swung open.

Beyond was a corridor, lit by borrowed light from high windows and paved with small flagstones. He walked forward, said "...no, this is Tuesday..." and moved his descending foot so that it landed on a stone that in every respect appeared to be exactly the same as its fellows.

Anyone overhearing his progress along the passages and stairs may have caught muttered phrases on the lines of "...the moon is...waning..." and "yes, it is before noon." A really keen listener would have heard the faint whirring and ticking inside the walls.

A really keen and paranoid listener would have reflected that anything the Lord Vetinari said aloud even when he was alone might not be totally worth believing. Not, certainly, if your life depended on it.

Terry Pratchett, The Fifth Elephant

#merely improbable