Hey yall I hope yall are in good spirits! If you know me you know I have been experiencing housing insecurity since i moved out of my transphobic & abusive families house in September 2019 after my older brother punched me in the face because I didnt have time to take the trash out. My cousin (@ttstar on IG) decided to join forces in finding safe & affordable housing due to her being in an abusive situation where her ex boyfriends mother. She was calling the police on us for our religious practices, putting her hands on her for praying in the kitchen & threatening to break her 8 year old son, Messiah’s, fingers for eating an ice cream sandwich. We could really use any & all assistance trying to find an affordable, safe & positive home to raise this sweet child & keep ourselves out of harms way. please please please consider donating! even $5 goes a long way!
to help out a black trans women:
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I always think someone is too sexy to be on tumblr then they speak and it's like oh mental illness
ok i can’t find the original post so i’ll remake it hiii consider buying your local arab and black hot girl something from my wishlist <3
Write down everything that happens in the story, then in the second draft, make it look like you knew what you were doing all along. -Neil Gaiman
here’s chapter two! this is dedicated to @stardustsroses , happy (late) birthday my love!! <3
masterlist | ao3 | part 1
tags: @staticpetrichor @stardustsroses @nalgenewhore​ @illyrianbeauty @mariamuses @nomattertheoceans @vivorsomething @b00kworm @maastrash @lost-in-fictionn @acourtofabsandillyrians @ladywitchlingÂ
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Cassia.
Her named suited her. Soft. Ethereal.
Awkwardly, Manon extended her hand in an offer to help her up from her cowered position. Cassia’s stare immediately glued to the razor sharp nails curving wickedly from her pale fingers.
“I won’t hurt you,” she repeated again, cursing the touch of shame that sent a pang down to her very core. Since when did she feel bad about her terrifying exterior?
Cassia visibly swallowed, nodding hesitantly before accepting Manon’s hand, her body so light Manon barely had to exert any energy pulling her up.
“Um, I-” she stammered, timidly meeting her gaze. “Thank you for not killing me.”
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me when i look @hockey boys.
kofi request: eri giving deku the shovel talk (just like mic taught her)
Me, at my character whom I created, whose dialogues I write, whose actions I decide, whose development and personality are completely under my control: Why are you such a bitch
Credit: Ashley McMinn
You ruin your life by desensitizing yourself. We are all afraid to say too much, to feel too deeply, to let people know what they mean to us. Caring is not synonymous with crazy. Expressing to someone how special they are to you will make you vulnerable. There is no denying that. However, that is nothing to be ashamed of. There is something breathtakingly beautiful in the moments of smaller magic that occur when you strip down and are honest with those who are important to you. Let that girl know that she inspires you. Tell your mother you love her in front of your friends. Express, express, express. Open yourself up, do not harden yourself to the world, and be bold in who, and how you love. There is courage in that.
— Bianca Sparacino