stop stalling, make a name for yourself

so here's the deal.  as most of you know, i work for MDA (non-profit), and our office has had a tough year.  obv.  our office is only like $5k away from hitting budget (i.e. raising the amount we are assigned to raise) and you have no idea how fucking close that is, or how desperate we are to reach it.  so as an office we've "edited" one of our fundraising sites (it'll look funky since it wasn't designed for this) to send out to friends and family to try and reach our goal by december 31.

 

i hate solicitations like this as much as anyone, but just think, if everyone on my flist donated just ten bucks, that's $1,400.  jfc.  i'm not usually this invested in a job; we aren't even getting raises next year b/c of the economy, but i love this organization and i see every day how hard everyone works to fight against these 43 diseases, so this actually means something to me.

 

so, here's the link if you want to help.*  i'm only disabling comments b/c i don't want anyone to feel bad for like, NOT donating and feel obligated to explain why they can't.  no pressure; i just have to put the word out.

 

HELP KEEP COLIN IN A JOB THAT LETS HIM WRITE FIC DURING THE WORKDAY! XD

 

if we end up hitting budget, I WILL LET YOU ALL VOTE on what project i start after pwf.  so happy holidays! <3

 

pwf 14 tomorrow, looks like. \o/ ( teaser! )

 

*um, for those of you who didn't know, if you visit the site, "danielle" is my name in the real world.  bleh.  yeah.
 

the present and the distance [14/19]

Title: The Present and the Distance [14/19]
Author: lolab 
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairings: Panic: Ryden-heavy, hints of everyone, eventual GSF, a bit of Brendon/Shane
POV: 3rd; varies
Warnings: Minor character death, violence, angst. Also, angst. Did I mention ANGST.
Disclaimer: They belong to Pete each other the island themselves. Fiction. Any similarities to Lost are incidental, as I have never seen the show.
Summary: There is no way to summarize this that doesn't sound ridiculous, so I leave you with my original cheesy!blurb(tm): There are 17,508 islands in Indonesia, about 6,000 of which are inhabited. On August 31, 2008, returning from an Australian tour in the middle of the year's most violent storm to date, a plane carrying Panic at the Disco loses power, veers off course, and crashes into one of the remaining 11,508 islands. This is their story.
Dedication: piper47, for this, from which I blatantly stole concepts.
Notes: Sorry this took so long. I promise the kinks are worth it. :) Lyrics from MyChem. This chapter's pretty intense and a little surreal, so, read carefully, I guess, and take deep breaths. (And yes, the interview Jon refs is real; it was one of the HCT interviews.)

Please refer to the master post for previous chapters, notes, soundtrack listing, etc.; and the PWF support group to rant and share theories.

( It isn't supposed to happen like this. )