You Know What Doesn’t Get Talked About Enough In Writing Circles

Queer and scared of goin’ homeless

I’m getting kicked out of my place. Head is pounding over this. But it is what it is.

This was sudden as fuck and it’s crushing close to the holidays, and difficult as fuck to find a new place with COVID-19 and all that.

I’m frantically looking at some rooms for rent in town. But costs are up and I’m doing what I can. I’m selling a few of my more expensive possessions to scrape up some cash for the move-out but the new places I’m looking at cost a lot more than I can handle right now..

So I really need all the help I can get, to scrape together at least $1,100 before the deadline in January. The sooner I move the better.

My Ko-Fi is here if you would be so kind as to give your buddy Sin a hand. I hate asking for money at a time like this but I really don’t know what else to do here.

Please boost if you can. Every bit helps. Even a dollar. Please please please.

Thank you so much for reading

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Reblog to make a white gay big mad

in this house, we set fire to the transphobes and use them as fuel for the winter

Alright boys, girls, and pals in between or none the like.

My friend Cydney’s teacher believed THIS was ok to put up. It’s transphobic as fuck, and the schools gone into a whole riot about it. People are getting horrifically upset about her. Her girlfriend’s brother is trans, and both are getting hurt by this poster.

NOW despite the fact like half the school is arguing against it, their teacher STILL will not tear it down. She believes this shit is ok. Cydney tells me they’re are now debating on trying to get this on the news.

Now I, someone who is a transmasc nonbinary student, along with all of the friends she told this too, are LIVID about it. And I told her I’m posting this on Tumblr.

PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU ARE AGAINST THIS POSTER SO WE CAN SHOVE THE NOTES IN THE TEACHERS F A C E.

Just a constant stream of what am i doing? what was i doing? i was doing something. where’s my thought train? am i faster than a train? how fast does a train go? where am i going? i was doing something. what am i doing?

Do any other neurodivergent ppl, especially adhd ppl, walk around and basically chant things to remember them? This morning I was walking around my house saying "what am I doing? What am I doing what am I doing? Im making coffee I'm making coffee I'm making coffee I'm making coffee! I'm making coffee." and continued to chant so I didn't get distracted AAND SHIT I JUST GOT DISTRACTED BY MAKING THIS POST FUCK GODDAMN IT

No that’s Ginger. Gender is the machine with the spinning blades that you use to make smoothies

no that’s gengar. gender is a game of skill that involves balancing wooden blocks

Writing prompt #1

‘It was one hell of a way to die’

They say human beings aren’t fast enough to dodge a bullet.

That the force of that tiny metal shot out is enough to break bones, to physically incapacitate.

That with one shot at the right place, a human person would die instantaneously.

They weren’t wrong.

With just one loud bang, I find myself on my back, staring at the clouds as they made their way through the bright blue sky.

I was walking with my partner, the small part of my brain reminds me. The part that had slowly began to lose strength.

I was walking, I remembered, and I was laughing. I was watching the light in their eyes shine as they chuckled with me, and I was happy.

How did I get here?

My partner and I had gone through so much. We’d battled so many monsters, broken through so many obstacles, faced so much pain.

Finally, finally, we were about to have our happy ending.

With the last bit of strength that my dimming mind had, it pushed to me a small memory.

A memory of sitting at the edge of a stone platform. Of swinging legs, of comforting winds, of a brilliant sunset sky.

A memory of soft contentment, happiness, and hope.

We’d been talking of how we’d like to die, if we had a choice.

They had said peacefully, surrounded by loved ones till the very end, then cremated to have their ashes buried somewhere special.

I’d grabbed their hand and swore that, if they’d died first, I would ensure that was what happens.

The kiss that followed upwards nearly killed me then and there.

They’d asked me, soft curiosity glittering in their gaze, what would be my preferred way to die.

‘I don’t know,’ I’d said. ‘But when I go, I want there to be no pain. I want everyone to be glad when I leave, because it’s my time, and I’m finally getting that eternal peace.’

To me, it felt like a good way to die.

After all I’d been through, I figured I’d at least get to decide how I die.

As my partner’s face appeared in my swimming vision, I realised there were tears streaming down their face. They were screaming at me, holding me in their hands and shaking me.

There was so much pain on their face.

Right then, I knew I could not die. I couldn’t-

I will not.

Not like this.

it’s very important that i know whether or not Luke Skywalker is a dumbass or no

How smart is he on average

it’s totally work related

ever just liked on a post so fast you accidentally clicked twice and ends up unliking it?

and then realizing you messed up and quickly clicking like again except you clicked too fast and then you unliked it-

and then you try and like it again except you-