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Okay but what if death berries in warrior cats were actually straw berries

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Hello everyone I wanted to thank you all for your repost,replies and overall support.

I am especially grateful for my wonderful friend @goldenhoney-cas for helping me get some reach and comforting me during this very hard time, and while my struggles are not over all of those who reposted or responded have helped me feel hopeful again. Please send love to my friend and yourselves as I can think of no one else who deserves it more than all of you

I wanted to be sure it was safe before I did this but if you wanted to donate you can send it to ghostscouts on PayPal, and of course you can message me here or on discord at ghostscouts#0145 about commissions and here are also my prices for now this includes shading lighting and unique backgrounds and payment is in U.S currency

Headshots: 2.50

-sketch:1.50

Half bodies:3.00

-sketch:1.75

Full bodies:5:00

-sketch:2.00

You can also send me a Tik tok audio with a script and multiple characters all I ask is nothing over 30 seconds this also includes shading, lighting and background

Tik tok pmv: 7.00

All money for now is being saved so I can set up a payment plan with my doctors so I can continue to receive my survival snacks and to get out of my living arrangement.

A little information on the topic feel free to skip this if you want or it makes you uncomfortable I am trans masculine and I am out of the closet and have been since the beginning of this school year and while my step mom does accept me my dad has proven to be insulted by me and has expressed that in very negative ways and with this in the mix of not having a medication meant to help me sleep, focus and overall rationalize I do not want to see the consequences of his actions reflect me while I’m more vulnerable

Repost and activity on this post is appreciated though please don’t feel pressured here are my socials if you need to contact me for any reason

https://twitter.com/candyteefarts/status/1526407327271862274?s=21&t=IjTzPFP2NzwlOubt3RvBWg

My Tik tok is @ghostscouts

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Haha evil lesbian cat

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Hey guys, I’ve once again fallen on hard times. My car needs $2,000 in repairs, and in the meantime I have to rely on my 84 year old grandma to get me to and from my job which is 20 minutes away, and I usually don’t get out of work until after 2am. So a little help scrounging up money towards my bills or groceries would be greatly appreciated.

For information on how you might be able to help, you can find me writing commissions here, and my tarot readings here. And if you just want to help out, here are a couple links:

buy me a coffee (I also offer song fic commissions here)

check out my paypal

even if you can’t help, just reblogging this could do a lot so please give me a hand

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*Me driving home from work*

*super tired, listening to distractible podcast*

*deer decides he wants to join this weeks episode and crashes through my passenger window*

*gets home, car effed up, parents tired, im tired*

*me cries because money and sad*

*turns to Tik tok for distraction*

*deer farm videos come up*

I want to sincerely give a middle finger to whatever force did this to me

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My dad once told me the worst and best thing about me is my kindness and patience

And while one could argue this one instance he meant well he usually, doesn’t.

But f*ck it, so what if the world knows how much I care? Who cares if I’m weak if it means i get to leave here knowing I cared. When my life ends, and it will eventually, I want the world to know I cared and notice once it’s gone. I don’t care if I get hurt a million more times if it means I know I never stopped trying. I don’t care that I’m numb to disappointment I won’t let how he hurt me, how anyone who’s hurt me before, see me fail to show the love I have for the world around me.

So f*ck it, Im okay with being hurt again and again, because It will always be worth the moments where I felt wanted, even for a moment.

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Fun moon wedding

What’s on your mind? Learn more about yourself and your unique personality type with this scientist-designed word search.

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Dear parents,

If you think that hoarding your adult child’s mail is a good idea because you think you know better about payments they need to make, and somehow delude yourselves into thinking it’s okay to go through your ADULT child’s medical bills, please

Suck my big hairy goose eggs

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Just had the first autistic upset I’ve had in a long time. At work. I just want to stop. I’d do anything to be able to “tough it out” bur I can’t I just can’t it’s so stupid I feel so stupid I’m an adult and I still have no way of not crying like a child. I just need to not feel bad for a moment.

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Babe wake up I made a new yt channel so I can post other shit

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I made some fan art wanting to try out my new drawing tablet and I’d say it came out p good!

(CG stands for ceiling ghost which is my yt im setting up)

Babe wake up new Robinfire sona just dropped

ANYWAYS BHADBHJDHJAS HELLO. This is probably what will be my absolute final sona, because unlike with the others, I've actually given it proper thought this time around. Shocking I know 💀 The only thing that may be changed is their ref, but the design? I'm confident it'll stay around, maybe with some SLIGHT alterations but definitely nothing major like before.

I'm very happy with them <3 I think this ref may be kinda meh, the presentation of it isn't top notch, but that's fine because I'm not trying to make the most beautiful ref sheet in existence I'm trying to get their design across, yk? Anyways yeah I just wanted to update people on it since I've been asked about it :-D

LAST THING: none of you will be able to contact me basically at all for the upcoming few days. I am not ignoring you, I am simply not online, I will get back to you when I can :-)

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HEYYYYY HEY YOU YEAH YOU, YOU WANT A STORY BUT CANT WRITE FOR SHIT OR NEED TO KNOW YOUR FUTURE?! WELL GO TO MY FRIEND THEY NEED HELP AND DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER THEY HAVE FALLEN ON HARD ASS TIMES AND NEED HELP

DONT LET ME CATCH YOU SLACKING AND HEY IF YOU DONT NEED EITHER OF THOSE THINGS YOU CAN STILL DONATE

WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE GO GIVE EM SOME LOVE AND ATTENTION BECAUSE THEY HAVE GENUINELY BEEN THE BEST FRIEND A GUY LIKE ME COULD ASK FOR

Please Read and Share

Hey guys, I’ve once again fallen on hard times. My car needs $2,000 in repairs, and in the meantime I have to rely on my 84 year old grandma to get me to and from my job which is 20 minutes away, and I usually don’t get out of work until after 2am. So a little help scrounging up money towards my bills or groceries would be greatly appreciated.

For information on how you might be able to help, you can find me writing commissions here, and my tarot readings here. And if you just want to help out, here are a couple links:

buy me a coffee (I also offer song fic commissions here)

check out my paypal

even if you can’t help, just reblogging this could do a lot so please give me a hand

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Hey so can’t believe I have to say this

For those who get angry at people who were once in an abusive relationship not being completely honest while being in said relationship because they didn’t know who they could trust:

Shut the fuck up

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Congrats.

A poem about your conscience

Congrats again

You had a conscience

You didn’t just leave me

With the t.v I called mom

And the microwave I called hungry

Congrats again

You had a conscience

You didn’t hit me

You didn’t bruise your egos gasoline

And your target for emotional whiplash

Congrats you had a conscience

Now do you think you could do me a favor

And maybe listen to it more.

Your ego is like a balloon in my throat

I don’t want it and all it does is swell and strangle me

Your drowning me in your voice

The teasing you associated with fun

I’m not having fun

But hey

You didn’t abandon me

Like so many other dads

I guess the bars gotta be somewhere

Here’s your number one dad mug

And a card filled with jokes

Just a little plastic mirror

Congrats on your conscience holding out longer

Leaving me a little more defenseless

And I’m still no closer to you

The bond we feel is made from stables and knifes

No matter how much you pull

I’m going no where

But congrats you still have a conscience

So how about while I still have a hope it’s in my side

Won’t you speak your mind.

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Ya boi has risen

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Explanation of gas station sun and moon au!

So I don’t want to spoil too much but I’m working on an au where I’ll be posting the story bit by bit here and my twitter ( cool_ghoul ) with a few panels of art

This story will have NSFW though most of NSFW will have a separate post. This story circles around the idea that the human race has found out about the AI of the fnaf robots and while most have theories where it stems from they decide it’s only right to give bots rights

Sun and moon included this means they get a pay, but this also means after an incident including sun and sun alone they are both, including y/n fired. Needing jobs they move into the same apartment building that y/n moves into and begin working at the gas station

Moon in this story is poly, he’s in a relationship with sun and in a relationship with y/n. sun and y/n are not together however. A lot of this will include comfort or soft stuff as sun in this au is extremely depressed. There will be warnings with each part so stay safe.

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Talking about my beliefs

W/ religious talk

I like to think heaven is whatever heaven would be to you. Maybe it’s a memory, like the time you went to the library with your family and you found your first series to indulge in. Maybe it’s the world you dreamed one time, where it smells of rain but it’s always calm. Maybe its just you existing in the version of yourself when you were at your happiest getting to see and be everything you ever wanted. I like to think heaven is when or what you were and are the happiest

I sometimes wonder when I was happiest but if I’m being honest I don’t think I could tell you. Every childhood memory I have is now tainted with reminders that the way I acted was funny or interesting at the time, but now it is weird.

I don’t know if god is a tall white man with white hair and a white robe. I like to think their more than that, more than what we could ever write or dream of. I like to think he is the universe itself calling out to us when it’s our time or ready to catch us when it’s too soon. I love the thought that the gods that watch us are endless thus their care and hope and love to us is undying. I believe the gods don’t care about the things you can’t control, but they notice the things that you caused. I find it so frustrating when I see people use their perspective on god and hurt others with it. I believe those people are the biggest insult to the gods, thinking that a persons weight or mistakes or gender or sexuality would ever be an indicator if you deserved an ever lasting peace

I like to think that when we go we see all the things we ever did, and sometimes we get to stay in that moment where we were happiest forever. You don’t get bored because the time never changes you don’t feel a need for something new because you know this is all there is for you. I don’t know what my memory would be and sometimes I hope it’s when I’m with my dad and he was happy and he still liked me, but other times all I want is to be at peace in a moment where me and my partner are cuddling and everything feels okay again. I could in those moments for the rest of eternity.

Maybe that’s why everyone claims to see different gods or versions, because if the gods love is endless who’s to say their forms are or their heavens?

I find it so sad that people get so angry at each other it’s almost like their angry at each other’s gods for being different. Mind you I think the gods do more than let hate control them. I love the gods because I know they would never turn me away because I’m trans or autistic or not as forward of my beliefs, though I hold pride in the comfort I gain from them.

I don’t know what to call these beliefs of mine as I’ve never cared for labels all I know is that these beliefs I’ve stored for myself have given me more comfort than what a hundred books could give me.