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other self shippers: imagine your f/o holds you-

me: 

Black Queer person seeking financial help...

Long story short I’ve been struggling since May, my landlord illegally kicked me out of room that I was renting because of my service dog.

Since then I have been renting a room at this motel week by week which is $450 which is almost impossible

I’ve been trying to keep working but my hours of course has been cut and I spend most of my money on food for me and my dog and transportation to work.

I’ve been seeing a lot of people donating to blm and LGBTQ+ stuff so I thought I could give this a shot and you guys and donate directly?

I have until next Friday to pay these people again or else I’m going to pushed out onto the street.

I really do not want to be on the fucking street especially since covid PLEASE CONSIDER DONATING!

Paypal: Jeffersonasia21@gmail.com

Cash app: $asiapls

Venmo: @asia-Jefferson-1

A lesson that we can’t afford not to be taught.

Damn, Luca almost got me with those scenes.

can y’all just… like or reblog if y’all are polyam-safe blogs

Unmute !

Dark Magician in heels Dark Magician in heels Dark Magician in h-

My half of the Dark Magician+Yugi trade with @heytherechief!! This was such a cute trade, I had a lot of fun with this!! I hope you like this! ♥♥♥

I’m also stubborn to believe that high heels improve a lot of designs >:3

God, as somebody that grew up in a largely jewish community, holocaust denial is like... so fucking weird.

Because I don’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t terrified of swastika’s, including when I was so young that I didn’t even know what a swastika was.

Because it’s such a strangely specific feeling to be born in the wake of a tragedy so massive that you can still feel it’s reverberations and were born with a weird sense of survivors guilt that will shadow you forever

Because when we were younger and our parents refused to tell us exactly what the holocaust was, we would trade our grandparents horrific experiences like they were scary stories across the camp fire, repeating them over and over to ourselves and eachother so we could figure out what it all meant.

Because I’d see those books with grey photos of Auschtwitz prisoners on the cover and feel like they were looking straight fucking at me.

Because every single Yom HaShoah you’d hear grade school children get up and say “my grandmother was the only one left of her family” or “they barely got out before it started” or “they managed to hide in an attic for months on end” or “my great grandmother managed to jump off one of the trains with her daughter in her arms” or “my grandfather has numbers on his arms but he won’t talk about it” or “my great aunt was shot just before the liberation so she couldn’t get out,” like it was normal.

Because we were always taught to run if we were in a group of non-jews that started making nazi jokes, to laugh along and then take the fuck off to stay safe.

Because the question always lingered over our heads, “what if it happens again? what if it happens to us?”

.... and them some stupid fucking college age white trash dickhead stands up and says “it didn’t happen” or “it wasn’t that bad” and I just can’t... fathom that? Like how the fuck wasn’t this part of your life? How is this not etched into your bones?

And its because it’s not. Like people didn’t grow up with this shit, some people can afford to deny the holocaust and deny antisemitism because it won’t hurt them.

It’s just... fucking wild.

(please reblog)