behindthec | 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/

Brendon leans in and the motion's too smooth, his lips too pillowy and perfect to be real, but Spencer melts into it, lets Brendon take over, pushing himself up until he's leaning over him, hooking one leg over both of Spencer's until Spencer can feel his hips pressing down, grinding soft and tentative. Brendon's tongue feels like music and tastes like smiles, and Spencer knows this time, he really must've died.

He breaks away to say, "I'd save your life every time."

Brendon's lips stretch into a grin against his. "You always do."

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