#but I can't do this on my own

[nivylemongrove]

Asking for money gives me extreme anxiety but TL;DR: terrible mental health, underpaying job, financial stress, dying PC and a combination of long Covid fatigue + burnout makes me unable to do anything. I need help, if anyone can. paypal.me/nivylemongrove More details under the cut.

I work as a TV animator for a small studio that pays less than half the average animator wage in Canada. Only reason I'm staying is I live in a province that has absolutely nothing except part-time retail and construction jobs. Plus, a lot of shady hiring practices make it even harder to get employed. I can't use my PC to work because the hard drive is dying, so I have to draw with my laptop and mouse, which has been destroying my wrist and making me even slower. My wage is based on performance, btw.

I've also been struggling with long covid fatigue since December, constantly being thrown in and out of autism burnout as a result. Taking a simple walk is now so draining I get heart palpitations from it. I can't do anything, and seasonal depression pushed me further down to the point where my mental health has alarmed me. I have friends supporting me (including Sasha) so I'm safe, but this has taken a violent toll on our finances. We had funds we were saving to move out to BC. Those have been cut down 6 folds. They're almost entirely gone.

My plan was to take as many commissions as I could to tally us over and help keep us afloat, but I can't draw. My PC is an inch away from blowing up and I'm just so, so tired all the time. I can't do commissions. So despite my anxieties from receiving money from others, I just need to suck it up and ask for help. I'm disabled, mentally and physically at my limit, with very little access to my dying PC, and I just can't keep going like this. If you read all this, thank you. Any donation or reblogs will be very appreciated.

[whatkindofnameisella]

can you believe that we have fanfiction. that we have websites dedicated to fanfiction. that there is a place that you can go and read tens, hundreds, thousands and thousands of pieces of writing that strangers have made. people who are not "writers". people who come home at the end of the day and have feelings and say, i am going to put that into words. i am going to share those words. short, long, sweet, sad, horny, funny, wonderful words. we are all just human and we all love to make and remake and share that with others. can you believe that.

[spyglassrealms]

had a fucking hilarious dream that tumblr replaced the "block" function with the far funnier "glock" function, which did the exact same thing except whenever anyone blocked you a random bullet hole, like a png of a bullet hole, would appear on your blog. discourse blogs were unreadable bc you'd go to the page and the sheer amount of bullet hole pngs stacked over the blogs obscured everything. I woke myself up laughing

[taimanzano]

Megatronus Prime, Prima Prime.

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[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

My Great Grandma who loved her babies very much

Reference that I used for the face!

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[ruporas]

need to exist in your warmth (id in alt)

[canisalbus]

✦ Cockroach ✦

[miracumess]

i don't think some of y'all understand how significant it is that annabeth chase, the leading lady in an IP/brand as big as percy jackson, is played by a black girl. she is not some sidekick or comic relief. THEE annabeth chase, one of the wisest, intelligent, brave demigods and love of percy jackson's life, is played by a BLACK GIRL!!

but you're so hateful and caught up with book inaccuracies and changes that you can't even offer a sliver of hope for things to improve in continuing seasons, and instead immediately resort to wishing the show gets cancelled because they didn't do that specific thing in that specific scene in the books. makes me think there might be another underlying reason as to why you want it to fail.

and before someone starts, this isn't to say you can't have criticism, but if you really love percy jackson, why wouldn't your hope be for things to get better?

"i hope this show gets cancelled" yeah girl fuck you

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Cite your sources.

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[demaparbat-hp]

Thinking about @stygiovictoria's Roleswap AU.

[malignedaffairs]

Started an illustrated lore book. Wish me luck for keeping it up <3

[tinyhorror]

getting ready in the morning

insta | twitter | inprnt | redbubble

[juniemunie]

[Abandoned by the Lightners, his heart became cracked with hatred.]

Hitting a lil' too close to home?

[infernal-lamb]

some rushed doodles of our new goat darling........I have so many plans for them