Happy Pride Month!

Hey y'all, N here

I hate doing this, but as an American with a partner who has cancer, I have to do what I can currently to make sure we don't end up unhoused.

We don't have enough for next month's rent. I am on disability, but they're holding up my payments because of an error on their part that makes them think C has been working, when he hasn't. I am fighting hard to make them fix it, but it still hasn't been, over a month later.

Because of that, I must once again humbly ask y'all for your help. This especially sucks with the holiday season coming to a close.

We love you all so much and are so thankful for every single one of you. Even if you don't interact with our posts, we still love you. We're all on this wild ride together and you deserve love as much as anyone else.

Our paypal is teamcibby@gmail.com

(If you would like us to pay you back when we get funds, we can absolutely arrange that. Just know that we aren't 100% how long that will be.)

dw if I die I will still haunt the narrative

being on the aro spectrum would be a lot easier if being single wasn't made to feel like a literal death sentence

Vorpal Blade + Lucid Blade

Ready to leave the shelter

i learned about Tim Wong who successfully and singlehandedly repopulated the rare California Pipevine Swallowtail butterfly in San Francisco. In the past few years, he’s cultivated more than 200 pipevine plants (their only food source) and gives thousands of caterpillars to his local Botanical Garden (x)

We posted this comic to Reddit a while ago, but it was suggested to us to repost it today. So we're doing that here too, and adding a page at the end ;)

“Yeah, Urameshi, they call me cis because I cis kabob demons with my sword!”

I Wonder

I wonder what it’s like being 28 and waking up knowing you’re going to ask him to marry you tonight. I wonder what it’s like being 30 and waking up to him gone for the week on a work trip and having the entire bed to yourself for the first time in ages so you starfish the fuck out of it, but somehow drift over to their side because you already miss them. I wonder what it’s like being 42 and waking up for work content that the same pair of tired eyes as yesterday, and the day before that, and for the past 13 years, still look at you like you have the ability to reverse time and stop the sun from rising any higher, then you could both stay in bed. You blink, smile, and kiss his forehead softly as a reply, silently acknowledging your shared distaste for mornings, but not apologizing for wanting to wake up to those eyes again tomorrow.

I wonder what it’s like being 49 and waking up beside someone who still makes you nervous when they look at you that close up in the morning, especially now that you’re nearing 50 and fully aware of the wrinkles you have and the ones on the way.

I wonder what it’s like being 60 and waking up at 2pm because you were too sore and sickly to get out of bed that morning, but when you hear her key in the door after coming back from the store with some medicine, your favourite soup and a kiss, it still makes your heart beat fast enough to propel you off the bed and into her arms.

I wonder what it’s like being 84 and waking up next to an undisturbed pillow and an unwrinkled half of a quilt because he died 2 years ago, peacefully in his sleep. It was just her time to go. I wonder what it’s like to live life in that much love. And when you do, I wonder what it’s like to lose it to something as trivial as your body passing through time. It’s heartbreaking that the body can’t last as long as the love between two people. But it’s also kind of beautiful that love transcends physical nature. All we can do is experience it while it’s here and while it lasts. I just hope that whoever decides to love me will love me in the healthiest way possible.....