#need to start a gofundme JUST for these shoes

[everett-fornow]

I've been wanting to do a henris cosplay for a long time and have been amassing parts for it over the years and was so focused on the price of the wig that I completely forgot about the most expensive part

oh fuck

HIS SHOES ARE $300 DEMONIAS.....

[sturdy-nerdy-stitchery]

Help Secure Stable Housing for Schluter Family. Click link below.

https://gofund.me/116f91d8

❤️Please read! Please share! This is my BFF Bestie! who is asking for help!❤️

I know I don't use tumblr very much these days, and when I do, it's when I need something. This time, it's my best friend, and I REALLY need this to spread! My best friend is nearing an eviction notice (due to circumstances beyond their control) unless they can come up with $4,800USD to catch up and cover rent.❤️ I'm doing what I can, therefore...𝙈𝙮 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙥 𝙞𝙨 25% 𝙤𝙛𝙛! 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙘𝙝𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙂𝙁𝙈! Go get yourself some stitching!

(or donate at my Ko-Fi account at ko-fi.com/sturdynerdystitchery because there, you can get free patterns!)❤️

I have 3,200 followers. That's a wide audience. Those followers have dozens, if not thousands of followers. That's an even wider audience. People who have been in those shoes, can empathize, and can donate. Even if you can't donate, sharing is free and even THAT helps reach more people.

I've seen the community come together. I've seen other communities come together. Can we surpass that $4,800 goal? I sure hope so! 💰I've already done the first $100 donation...anyone want to match that?💰 We've all been, or know someone who has been, in those struggle shoes.

⭐TLDR: Husband's job started slashing everyone's pay by HALF, when they were already barely getting by. Sara found work, but it only pays minimum wage ($14.42) while she is doing her 6 weeks of training. Of which, she has one more month left. They are struggling so much, and now. Eviction notice. They have 2 kids, 2 dogs, and a kitty who just birthed kittens 2 weeks ago!

Please keep reading to hear the full story. Please!!! I don't want to lose my best friend! 😭😭😭 (plus, you'll get treated to kitten pictures)

This isn't a case of "Well, maybe they should have...." because those sentiments are NOT what is needed right now! Those sentiments DO NOT help! It's not a matter of giving up Starbucks. It's about a shitty employer who cares nothing for it's employees.

Donating, no matter how big or how small, makes a difference. Even if you can't donate, sharing is free, it helps reach a wider audience, and that in and of itself makes a difference.

I know that often, when a GoFundMe comes into a feed, it's less likely to get shared if you don't know the person. Well, I know this person. Sara, her husband David, and their 2 kids moved to Colorado a year ago. Along with their Golden Retriever, Mia, their Brindle pupper, Kelce, their kitty who just had 3 kittens. Aren't they cute!

We became friends over the summer. Since then, she has wormed her way into my heart and for the first time since WE moved to Colorado in 2019, I can gratefully say that I found a best friend BFF bestie who would be my ride or die, and vice versa.

She was living with her father in order to save up for their own place. She had to move out because it was a horribly abusive situation and she had to get her family away for their safety.

They found a house to rent, and have been there several months.

A few weeks after they moved in, they get notice that her husband's job is slashing everyone's pay in half. DoorDashing to make up the difference wasn't doing it. Countless job applications, and her husband is still struggling to find work.

She found work, however. They only pay minimum wage while she is doing her 6 weeks of training (Bullshit, I know). She still has 1 month to go.

They have a 2 year old and a 12 year old. The pets. Their everything.

That everything could be gone because we live in a society that treats people so unfairly. They might have to move back to Missouri.

She is waiting on the mail today. Waiting for that eviction notice, and it breaks my heart into a million pieces. I cried this morning. She is a good friend, a good mom, a good provider. Her husband is hard working, a stand up man. Work gave him the shit end of the stick.

She is panicking. She says she has never been more afraid in her life. She doesn't have to say it, but I know she feels broken, and defeated.

I refuse to lose my best friend to circumstances that she had no control over. Her husband is still looking for a new job. Even if she looked for a new job while currently working, and happened to find one...it still won't help cover what they need.

My heart is breaking.💔 So much. I know that some might think it selfish of me to use my social media for personal reasons, but this reason is important to me. This reason is my best friend.

So, pleeeeaaaaseee! even if it's only a dollar. Or even better, if someone is rolling in dough and can drop the entire $4,800!

[chokulit]

Hello, my name is Zero"Marwan", I am 24 years old, currently living in the northern part of Gaza City, and I wan an English teacher. I have studied English language education at Al-Azhar universty in Gaza and i have gratuated with an average of 90.7%.

Since the morning of October 7th, 2023, our lives have been turned upside down. We have lived through the hardest days of our lives, facing displacement and homelessness. We have been forced to leave our home more than ten times since the war began. We would leave without knowing where to go.

We sought refuge in schools and relatives' homes, hoping we could return home and that this nightmare would end. But our house was bombed, and our dreams were destroyed. We became homeless and displaced.

Every day, we wake up to the sound of bombs and rockets . I lived in constant fear and terror with my family, especially when my family's house was bombed while we were taking shelter there.And in one day i have injured a very bad injurys  in my arm and my body.

We are experiencing a real famine in Gaza. I’ve gone to bed with my family many nights without dinner because there is no food available. We have had to eat animal and bird feed due to the high cost of flour just to fill the hunger of my family. Even after eating it, we all suffered from diarrhea and severe stomach pain. My children developed rashes on their bodies due to the spread of viruses and the accumulation of garbage. There is also a severe shortage of water, and even when we find it, it's not safe to drink.

My family are suffering , asking for vegetables, fruits, and eggs, but we can’t afford them because we have no income. The gas shortage has forced us to use fire for everything—cooking and baking—using plastic and pipes because firewood is so hard to find.

My family also developed jaundice, and I struggled a lot to get them better because there was no access to vegetables, fruits, or medicine. I even feared that my son might have developed polio because he already had leg problems before the war, and they worsened due to malnutrition.

Winter is coming, and we have nothing for it. I need clothes and shoes for my family to keep them warm, but I can’t buy them because they are so expensive.

For this reason, I beg of you and hope that you can support me, even with the smallest contribution, so I can provide my children with the most basic necessities of life.

I was displaced with my family to my friend's house, tears in my eyes. On the way, Salah Al-Din Street was bombed, and the Israeli occupation committed horrific massacres. By the grace of God, we survived for the first time. We lived in terror and fear. A few days later, my friend's house was bombed, and we were pulled out from under the rubble, miraculously surviving for the second time.

When my friend heard the news that we had died, he came to bid us farewell, only to find us alive by God's grace. We returned with him, but as the situation worsened and the fire belts in our area increased, we started to flee again and again, not knowing where to go next.

I beg of you to share my story and help me continue to live and to help us to rebuild our lives again like it was befor 7th October.

Waiting your donations patintaly,

My Warmest regards,

Zero"Marwan",

https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=6ST5TFSRQPZNW

https://gofund.me/c87a3e71

I am sorry I cannot donate, sharing is all i can do for now

Gofundme:

$125/50,000 USD

This campaign has been up since AUGUST and has only recieved ONE DONATION from 2 MONTHS AGO

Paypal:

[thatbadadvice]

Help! I Could Keep My Brother Alive, But I Don't Like His Wife!

Carolyn Hax, Washington Post, 1 November 2021:

Dear Carolyn: What do I owe my siblings, if anything? My husband has been fortunate enough to make a lot of money, and we agreed long ago that it was for us and our adult sons, not our (many) deadbeat relatives. My older brother pretty much raised me and helped my husband when starting out. Brother had a severe stroke three years ago, and Second Wife claims they have gone through all their savings and are now $140,000 in debt with all the costs. She is trying to guilt me into helping them. I do not feel this is appropriate.

She did quit her job to take care of him, but they were improvident and did not buy long-term care insurance. I ask her why she does not put him in a home or hire a full-time aide and she says they can’t afford it. Brother’s adult children tell me Second Wife is horrible, which is why they choose not to help, either. Second Wife had the nerve to ask me to help buy Brother an oxygen concentrator. It is expensive: $2,500. I think this is pushing it. She comes off as bitter, so we said no.

Now she tells me she will have to launch a GoFundMe, because otherwise they will lose their house. This will be extremely embarrassing to my husband and me, because we are prominent in the community. What do you advise? — Family

Dear Family,

While your problem has, on the surface, a very obvious solution — let the brother who raised you and gave your now-wealthy family its start in the world die a slow, desperate death in poverty because you don't like his wife's attitude — families are complicated. Sometimes it's not as easy as getting what you want from someone financially and emotionally and then abandoning them forever because you don't care whether they live or die — because then the neighbors might talk! What a pickle.

Of course your brother should be forced to forego the medical care he needs because you don't like his wife. That much is clear. It's not about the money — you'd never miss a dime — but you think your brother's wife sucks, so it's just really not worth ensuring he has the medical care and housing he needs. Anyone in your shoes would make the same calculation without a second thought.

However, things get sticky when we start thinking about what really matters: how embarrassing it will look to people you aren't related to, who you've never met and have no responsibility toward, if it comes out that your brother is an irresponsible poor who didn't even get long-term health insurance before deciding to have a stroke in a country with an exploitative, unjust, discriminatory, and deliberately impenetrable medical system that drives millions of people into unimaginable debt every year.

It would be a kindness if the man who raised you and seeded your family's vast financial success could just suffer in silence and die in the streets with his bad wife and leave you out of it. That's an outcome you could be proud of — the kind of comfortable, happy little family story you'd be fine sharing with a few intimate friends at the club. But for your sister-in-law to publicly humiliate you by trying to stay alive and housed in order to fund your brother's medical care, when she knows you simply can't help him because you hate her! That is impudence of the highest order, and your brother's wife is only creating for everyone a self-perpetuating cycle wherein she quits her job to care for her husband and has to beg other people for money to stay alive, and you have to keep not giving her money because you hate her because she's so poor and embarrassing! The one and only solution in this situation is so simple — she shuts up, he dies! — and yet, this self-absorbed couple just can't bring themselves to take the necessary steps.

There's nothing you can do here, since funding your brother's medical care as the most minimum thanks for his support at the most crucial times in your own life will only help him live a longer and more comfortable life without his wife having to make a big public show of their poverty at you. Some people really can't see past their own self-interest! An upside: if your in-laws go forth with their crowdfunding plan, you will see your own visibility in the community grow in some interesting new ways.

[helpjennaafterfire]

My friend’s house is gone after a fire...

cw/tw: graphic photo of the house after the fire was put out at the bottom of this post.

I’ve made this page instead of a gofundme, bypassing their fees, to help my friend out after her house burned down and they just barely made it out, but lost everything. Jenna is currently being treated for smoke inhalation and was in the ER with 30% oxygen, gums and fingernails were turning blue. She and her kids can use any help that anyone has.  They’re having to start from absolutely nothing. Jenna’s Venmo is Jennacydex Her Paypal email is jennacydex@gmail.com Her Cashapp is $Jennacydex If you have things that you can send, but not funds, she has a PO box: PO Box 2601 Glen Rose TX 76043

If you are local and have some things you can help with, clothes, bedding, basic living stuff, bathroom items, send a message and I’ll connect you. Zoe and Beth are 18 and Zelda is 9.  They are all into art, anime, manga, and overall nerdy stuff.  Books and art supplies would also be great. Jenna and Brandon, her boyfriend are in need of 10 1/2 mens shoes. Some work shoes and sturdy soled sandals. Here’s a list of things the kids need: (cw/tw: Picture of house with nothing left is underneath the list)

Zelda:

Shirts - women’s in M-L

pants - M in shorts and leggings

underwear - 16 girls

bra - M-L sports bra

shoe - 7 1/2 

Zoe:

shirts - women’s L

pants - 29-31cm/size 10-13

underwear - L

bra - 36/38D (depends on the brand)

shoe - 7

Beth

shirts - S-M

29cm/size 9

underwear - L

bra - 34B

shoe - 9.5

[dredshirtroberts]

idk...i need to ramble i think and i need...

i feel like sharing will be important to someone.

I...have not adequately dealt with the fact that I was incredibly food insecure for... minimum 3 years. Probably longer than that, if I'm to be completely honest with myself and my body's needs, but it was most...starkly evident for about 3 years while I was...was on my own.

Those who've been here a while have possibly seen some of my...some of my previous rants and rambles about my struggles. The gofundme and the paypal links have circulated around a couple times in the past, you know how it is. I didn't start doing that until I was...I was on my own and didn't have any other options for help.

So those of you who've been here, you'll at least be somewhat aware of how things have been going for me up until about 2 months ago.

But honestly? Honestly I think I was insecure about my food access for most of my life. Whether or not i was conscious of the fact. And I...

I am not prepared to deal with unrestricted access to food when I am needing to eat. I am not prepared to deal with food waste. I am not prepared to deal with other people deciding what food stays and what food goes. I am not prepared to deal with people not critiquing how much food i consume. Except to admonish me (gently, ever so gently and lovingly) if I haven't eaten all day - much like i would do for them.

I...do not know how to deal with the fact that there are not special rules, restrictions really, that apply to me only and not to the rest of the world, when it comes to joy and food and love and acceptance.

Mmm that word "restrictions" is a word I'll have to unpack at another time because that word, to me, means something else and I don't...know if this is the time to go into that.

What I need, truly and honestly, is to...is to talk to someone professionally about the whole *gestures to all of me* everything. I gotta see someone about my brain space. I gotta see someone about my bones and ligaments and joints and pain. But in this specific instance I need to talk to someone about how to adjust to being in a healthy environment, and not just sitting and waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Because it's not fair to others that I'm assuming they will treat me poorly just because no one else before them gave a shit about me. It's not fair to expect a shoe to fall at all - because "Waiting for the other shoe to drop" implies a first shoe has fallen but that's the thing, right? There has not been a shoe.

I was starved emotionally as a child, and I think because of diet culture and the fact that I am built incredibly differently to the majority of my immediate family, and because I was AFAB, that I was starved physically too.

I remember sneaking food because it wasn't Explicitly Snack Time yet. I remember being admonished for large portions, or for getting seconds. I remember being told I was too big to cuddle. I remember being told that some foods were bad foods and to not eat them and that because my parents felt better after eliminating xyz out of their diet and doing intensive workouts that I would also clearly feel better if I did exactly the same. I was an amateur swimmer on a swim team (never competed, but I practiced as hard as I could). I ran 4 half-marathons - and trained extensively for them too. I was finishing food off my sister's plate, off my parent's plates, when taking the dishes up from the table (or tv tables as the case may have been more often) because I didn't know it but I needed more to eat.

I got called out about my weight a lot, got admonished for not going hard enough during workouts, for eating too much, for this for that for taking up space and consuming food at all, for not doing things *correctly*.

and now...now there aren't rules to follow. There's not a right way to do things. There's no game i have to play, no grade I need to get in order to be full, in order to be loved.

And I don't know how to do that. And it freaks me out. And I wait for the shoe that isn't coming. And I panic when I feel like I'm doing it Wrong (according to the other rules in my life i've had to follow so far). And it's hard. to deal with that.

And I need to talk to someone about it, because I can't keep waiting for shoes that aren't there. I can't keep playing by rules to a game that I'm no longer involved in, that don't apply here.

I can't keep being afraid. It's exhausting. I'm so tired of being scared. Even when I don't recognize my fear, it lays in wait and hits me when I'm least expecting it and I am...tired. of that.

Ach, the sun's gone down and i need to turn the lights on cause it's super dark now. If you've read this far, I'm assuming it's because you're one of the folks who's been here, and so I want to thank you for putting up with my nonsense all these years. I wish I'd have realized there aren't rules for keeping friends before now. I'm going to try to do better. If you happen to be relatively new here and this is the first you're reading anything about me, don't worry the reblogs will return as usual. I still appreciate you and um....yeah feel free to say hi. cause i can't yet but i probably have wanted to - esp if we're mutuals <3

[joopiterjoon]

Adored and Nothing More

Pairing: YoonJin Queerplatonic

Genre: PG, Slice of Life, Fluff?

Warnings/Tags: Aro!Jin, Ace-Spectrum!Yoongi, handholding, YoonJin complaining, self-discovery

Wordcount: 3k

A/n: I wrote this based on a joke with @kpopfan-antics... and then turned it into a fic.. and made it soft because what else is new.

Part of FicsWithLuv’s FWLBingo!

“Coffee?” Yoongi’s voice draws Jin out of his intense focus on the game that’s been in his hands so long they’re cramping. Jin blinks a few times before he fully registers the small man in his doorway. He leans on Jin’s doorframe, hair a mess and hoodie on despite the summer heat. It’s a typical contrast to be seen in the apartment- Jin in his boxers and a sweatshirt while Yoongi’s bundled up head-to-toe.

The most recent apartment suits them well. In college, the soft pastels of Jin’s side seemed comedic compared to Yoongi’s all-black-or-bust space. Now, Jin’s room faces the sun, while Yoongi’s faces the adjacent apartment building. Jin can look out into the day, and Yoongi’s room is kept cool by the lack of light.

Jin gives a small smile to his roommate before heaving out of the bed for the first time all day. He groans as he stretches.

“Old man,” Yoongi teases.

“Hey, that’s rich coming from you,” Jin argues as he shucks his hoodie and pulls a shirt over his head. “An old man would wish he looked this good.”

“Well, “ Yoongi begins despite walking into the living space towards the door, “You must be that good looking old man ‘cause only old guys groan like that when they stand.”

Jin frows as he trots after Yoongi’s huddled, waddling form.

“Like this?” Jin imitates the sound again while he bends to put his shoes on. “Or this?” He does it louder with his whole chest as they head out. “Or like-”

Jin stops abruptly when he sees their neighbors in the hall, startled by Jin’s noises. His ears burn as he bows deeply. “Sorry.”

Yoongi snickers, tugging Jin along with a loose grip on his hand. Jin’s amazed that in all his layers, Yoongi’s fingers are actually cold. He grips tighter to warm them.

“Hey,” Jin pipes up as they get on the street. “An old man would never shout like that either, you know?”

Yoongi side-eyes him and pulls a baseball cap lower over his eyes. He got a haircut last week, and the hat shows off his undercut well. But Jin knows how chaotic his hair is underneath. Still, somehow Yoongi looks cute with his hair fucked up and askew. “Mhm, sure.”

Satisfied, Jin bounces along next to his roommate. It’s a nice day out, Yoongi’s favorite kind. Good weather and few people. They stay quiet, taking note of the small changes in their neighborhood since the last time they left the house. Both introverts, Jin and Yoongi make a dangerously homebound pairing. If it weren’t for Yoongi’s dire need for specialty coffee, they would barely leave the house in the summer.

They head toward the small coffee shop that Yoongi chose as “his” coffee shop. Yoongi had a tendency to do that. He picked something he liked and stuck with it. Like Jin, his eternal roommate. And seeing as Jin and Yoongi had similar preferences in activities and lifestyles, Jin became what Yoongi stuck with very often. Jin would tease him, but really, he appreciated it. He’s comfortable with Yoongi. Content. He frequently finds it hard to balance his affection and sincerity with friends, yet Yoongi has always seemed to understand how Jin works.

“Woah,” Jin says as they enter the shop. It’s almost empty. He checks the large, driftwood clock hanging in the back of the small space. “Yoongi, it’s 3 pm.”

“Correct,” Yoongi answers curtly. They shuffle between the little square tables for two and up to the front.

“Yoongi, I’ve been in bed until 3 pm?”

“Correct.”

“Why didn’t you get me sooner? I haven’t eaten all day!” Jin whines. He throws his arms up in distress and nearly knocks over the little, inconveniently empty case of muffins on the counter.

“I’m not your keeper, old man,” Yoongi retorts and smiles politely to their barista.

“Just for that comment, you have to come and get naengmyeon with me after this,” Jin sniffs. 

“Awh,” she giggles behind the counter. “You two are always cute together.”

“Oh,” Jin and Yoongi both say. They give each other an up-down, then focus on their conjoined hands. It’s not the first time they’ve been mislabeled. It’s happened so often that they know exactly what the cashier means by “cute together.”

“Oh,” the cashier repeats, covering her embarrassment. “Are you not dating?”

Both of them open their mouths to respond, but neither say anything. They just stare, blank-faced and slack-jawed, at the barista. There’s not usually a pause here. One of them is quick to correct. The pause gives way to another pause as they both consider the weight of the first.

“I don’t think so,” Jin finally says.

“No,” Yoongi says more firmly yet still too late.

“No?” Jin’s a bit offended at how assured Yoongi sounded.

“Did you think we were?” Yoongi curls his lip in frustration. “You just said you don’t think so.”

“Yeah,” Jin agrees, his ears tinting pink. Sure, he doesn’t. But…

Are we dating? It’s a question that’s made Jin nervous his whole life. He always gets close, closer, closest to people. He feels happy, content to have someone close who knows him and values his presence. But, then, there’s always that “next step” others ask for. Something he never recognizes is there until after he confronts these kinds of situations. Situations like romance. Where someone wants him in a way that implies so much more than what he wants. The awkward moments when someone leans in for a kiss and Jin has to say explain there’s been a miscommunication. 

He never thinks they’re dating. He doesn’t feel a need to date, or what people mean by date. He just likes to be close to people he cares for. Jin’s thought about it many times. Why what he wants exudes wanting more to others when he likes what they have.

He thought Yoongi felt the same. Years and years of closeness.Someone who felt good to cuddle when they watched a movie. Someone who he could always talk to. Someone who never made him worried he might want more, that something people want that Jin just doesn’t. And now... “I thought you might think that we might be what we aren’t.”

“Yeah, I get that.”

“So you do?”

Yoongi’s lip curls in confusion. “No?”

Yoongi blinks a few times, pout prominent as he becomes confused. “No what?”

They both let out a frustrated sigh. At this point, the barista slinks away to make their drinks, the slightest bit guilty for whatever she just caused. Jin turns to face Yoongi. Yoongi’s slouched against the counter, nonchalant, but his eyes dart between Jin’s trying to read him. Jin asks again, “Are we dating?”

“I don’t know,” Yoongi says, rubbing at his other arm since he can’t cross them as long as they are holding hands. He finally looks away, and Jin’s heart jumps a bit at the nerves he’s showing. “You tell me.”

“I think…” Jin startles a bit at the sound of the latte machine. He hopes for a reprieve, the noise too loud for them to keep talking, but he doesn’t get that. The quartet of grinding beans and pressurized air quickly ends. Maybe it’s a sign to keep going. He really doesn’t want to do this in a coffee shop, but… “I think sometimes we are.”

Yoongi sighs again, but he doesn’t look back up, just waves Jin off. “Well, tell me when sometimes turns to a definitive.” 

“Nah,” Jin says, shaking his head, “I like how things are. Can we just keep doing this?”

“Alright then,” Yoongi nods. He drags them down to the open side of the counter as the barista cups their drinks. “Still want to go to dinner?”

“As a non-date date?” Jin asks, perking up. Whatever doing this is. That is a date usually, but it’s not a date for them.

“Jesus,” Yoongi crinkles his nose. “If that’s a date, we’ve been dating for years.”

“Maybe we have,” Jin says, blinking a few times. Maybe he’s right. If this is what they want to call it, it’s been a while. An apologetic barista slides two coffees across the counter as the two stand in silence for a moment. “That would be ideal. But I thought we weren’t-”

“Do not start this again,” Yoongi cuts him off and turns to find a table.

Jin doesn’t. He sits with Yoongi while he drinks his coffee. They check the weather to search for a time to go camping. They’ve tried to plan a trip three times this summer. Jin loves camping with Yoongi.

Late at night when they wait for the coals to cool in the fire, Yoongi talks the most. He talks about the world more when he’s not really in it. Being deep in the woods can feel like being in a different world. Jin likes taking Yoongi camping to help him gain perspective and for them to be out but with no one around. And on those trips, Jin’s thought about it. How if he had to be stuck with one person forever, it would be Yoongi. 

They toss their drinks and head back out. It’s quiet again as Jin follows the GPS on his phone. He tries to focus, but now there’s an idea in the back of his head. Is it this easy? Is this… okay? Is Yoongi going to want more? He’s never wanted more all this time. Jin’s sure he doesn’t want more.

Finally, after they get to the restaurant and order their food, Jin can’t take it anymore. He talks to Yoongi about anything and everything directly. He can talk about this. They are eternal roommates. It’ll be fine. They already addressed it before. Just not as much as he wanted.

Still, he can’t find an in, a moment to clear the air. So he gives up distracting himself, which seems to be what Yoongi’s doing because he won’t put his phone down.

“Why are you on your phone?” Jin asks.

“Googling us,” Yoongi says. He misses his straw a few times while he keeps reading.

Jin blushes. “Look, if anything strange comes up about a GoFundMe from 2012-”

“That’s not what I mean,” Yoongi says, crunching on an ice cube. “It’s called Queerplatonic.”

“That wasn’t the name of my GoFundMe but it’s kind of close.”

“I don’t want to know,” Yoongi says. “This. The thing we do. Are doing. Think we might… nevermind.”

Yoongi huffs out his frustration and flips his phone over on the table. Jin leans over the rickety bar table toward his pouty roommate. At this point, Jin had half a mind that what happened before was a joke for the barista. Now he finds out Yoongi’s been pondering the same thing in his head all afternoon. “Yoongi, you do want to date me, don’t you?”

Yoongi grumbles incoherently as he scratches at his ear. Jin leans back in his seat with a sigh. Ah. “I’m telling you, it’s fine. Everyone wants to date me. And apparently everyone thinks I want to date them. You are not immune.”

Yoongi’s head pops up, irritated as usual by Jin’s ego, and reminds him, “Earlier you literally said you’d be fine dating me.”

“I’m fine non-dating dating you,” Jin says.

“Queerplatonic,” Yoongi clarifies, waving the phone.

“Give me that,” Jin takes the phone from Yoongi. It’s some stylized Wiki page. He glances up at Yoongi, ears a bit pink. “You’re sitting here deciphering us without including me?”

“You’d talk so much I wouldn’t be able to read,” Yoongi shrugs. “Plus, I’ve seen you staring at my nonstop. I know you are thinking about the same shit over there.”

“You say that like you don’t talk all the time,” Jin pauses to nod in thanks to the waiter who sets their beers on the table. Jin drinks a bit more than he should off the bat. “You even talk in your sleep!”

Yoongi petulantly purses his lips. “If you aren’t going to read, give me my phone back.”

Jin leans back with the phone close to his chest and reads through the article. As he goes, he feels tension in his shoulders unwinding. 

What he’s reading in his hands, this is him. Moreover, it’s what he and Yoongi have. And some people, apparently, are okay staying this way.

“Yoongi,” Jin breathes, scrolling further. Yoongi doesn’t answer, he just keeps eating and watching Jin’s face nervously. “Is this… I think I’m this.”

“What is this? There’s like, 20 definitions on that site,” Yoongi gripes.

“I don’t know… something on this?” Jin says, scrolling again.

When he hears Yoongi put his beer down, he glances up. Yoongi’s hand is out on the table, palm up, inviting. Jin takes it hesitantly. He’s always liked holding Yoongi’s hand. There’s nothing implied. Nothing extra expected. Just touching someone. He takes it.

“Are you telling me you’ve never considered your sexuality?” Yoongi asks, wiping his mouth. Jin glances around at the other tables chattering and laughing over assortments of comfort food. No one’s really paying them much mind.

“Um, I mean, I guess I thought this wasn’t a sexuality? More of a libido thing. Not for me. I still like sex and stuff, but maybe every other month?” Jin trails off. Honestly, it’s something he’s tried to ignore thinking about.

“Well, I don’t really,” Yoongi says bluntly. 

“Why didn’t you say something?” Jin asks.

“I did,” Yoongi tries to sound nonchalant, but he hides behind his beer.

“When?” Jin asks, exasperated.

“Do you remember when we were watching that Avengers movie that made no sense?”

“Yoongi, for the millionth time, you can’t just choose to watch Civil War without watching any of the other--”

“That’s not the point,” Yoongi groans over Jin until he stops talking. “We were sitting there. Just chilling. And I said I liked this. And you said you, too. And then you held my hand, and I... leaned my head on your shoulder and shit.”

“That was…” Jin rubs his chin. “That was a confession?”

“I mean,” Yoongi shrugs, but he looks a bit annoyed.

“Oh.”

“I was pretty sure you were aromantic,” Yoongi continues, “or at least something of the sort. I mean, didn’t you google it?”

“I don’t google this stuff, I just deal with it,” Jin scoffs, but he feels his ears burning. He glances at Yoongi’s phone again. Aromanticism (or aromanticity) is an orientation in which someone does not experience romantic attraction. Aromanticism is often confused for asexuality, but asexuality is only a lack of sexual attraction. Not all asexuals are aromantic, nor are all aromantics asexual**. That.

He reads it aloud. “I think that’s me. Like, maybe both. But not all the time? But most of the time.”

“Okay, well, that’s cool,” Yoongi says. Simple. The simpleness of it all almost makes Jin urge to create something more. Not exactly drama. But now he’s finally talking about it, he wants to know a bit more. Especially now that he knows he and Yoongi have been on different pages about who they were to each other for almost a year. And he’s a bit overwhelmed with the fact that what Yoongi wants is to just stay how they are. It’s a bit too surreal to be reality.

Jin chews on his lip. “Do you like me?”

“I don’t like anyone,” Yoongi clarifies. He fumbles with his words a bit, frowning while he gets his thoughts together. He settles with, “But you’re okay.”

“No, I mean,” Jin takes a deep breath in. He laughs nervously. “Isn’t it scary? It feels like… I’m broken. Like I’m supposed to like you more than I do or in some, I don’t know, some other way I can’t fathom?” Jin chuckles nervously. He inhales the salty air mixed with the familiar smell of burning grease. “I didn’t expect to admit something is wrong with me and my dick at a dive restaurant.”

“Nothing is fuckin’ wrong with you,” Yoongi squeezes his hand. Jin glances away at the small compliment, which sounded more like a command. It makes him flustered. “First of all, I’m disappointed you are falling into the ploy of a nuclear family or some shit. The idea of some kind of ideal romantic relationship is commercialized and definitely benefits the economy. The entire dating culture. Don’t even get me started on gifts.”

“I already know how you feel about gifts,” Jin cuts in.

“Exactly, you know me, and I like to think I know you,” Yoongi says, his voice getting quiet at the end. Jin glances up to see something rare. Dusted pink chubby cheeks. He wants to pinch them, fidgeting in his seat.

“Jin, I like being with you, if that’s what you mean,” Yoongi sighs. “I like that we can just be us. I like doing things with you. I don’t want to put a label on it, just like I don’t want to put a label on myself. But the whole romantic thing? Not me. What we have? That fits me. I want to keep doing that. Do you want to keep doing that?”

Jin nods immediately. Yes, yes he does. He loves doing things with Yoongi. “But aren’t we supposed to do more? Get somewhere with it? I don’t know, profess our love?”

Yoongi drops back in his chair with a groan. “Jin, we aren’t supposed to anything. We can do what we want. Tell me what you want. You be you. I’ll be me. We always speak our minds, right? We just be ourselves. Talk to each other. Be, uh, together.”

Yoongi’s words start to drown into the sound of the restaurant, his palm sweaty in Jin’s. Jin smiles softly. He’s nervous. Cute. “Wow, I’m the worst. Here you are having to guide me through all this.”

“You are the worst,” Yoongi agrees. “I can deal with that, though.”

“Okay,” Jin says. He inhales and lets out a shaky breath. “Yeah, um. This is what I want. What I like. What we’re, you know, doing. Coffee and eating and living.”

Yoongi nods. “Alright. That wasn’t so bad. Now let’s eat and go stargazing or some other shit. The weather’s too nice to go home yet.”

Jin smiles softly. The food comes to the table and they both separate, picking up their chopsticks, and dig in. It’s easy. Comfortable. Content.

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[volturialice]

Spork Haven chapter 25: gone with the fucking wind

welcome to spork haven, where I spork the EL James fic you’ve never heard of

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previously on Spork Haven:

recently-dumped actor!edward Possibility’ed his way back to london! esme was there! there was a time skip and everything interesting happened offscreen! orphaned ex-hotel maid juilliard dropout zillionaire murder witness bella moved back to new orleans with jasper! emmett went through her garbage and came to london to tell edward that she’s (gasp) pregnant! edward’s hopping a flight across the atlantic to snatch his girl back from that luminous-hazel-eyed fucksmith jasper!

chapter 25 has one of the best opening sentences to date:

there are a mere 6 “fucks” in the first paragraph, in which Edward describes how he has stepped into “Gone with the Fucking Wind.” there are actually several more Gone with the Wind references in this chapter (at least, I assume that’s what’s being referenced; I’ve never actually seen or read it), enough to make it clear that erika sees plantation owner life as aspirational. because of course she does. fair warning that this chapter is absolutely steeped in “la di da, wasn’t the antebellum south grand” racism.

still standing outside Bella’s mansion, Edward is deeply unnerved by the flora of Louisiana. (us locals too, Edward. careful of that spanish moss, there are probably chiggers in there.) having run out of Gone With the Wind references, he’s forced to reference a different movie:

if you wanted to look at english oaks you could’ve stayed in england, asshat.

still standing outside (seriously, he’s out there for a full page) he hears Bella playing the cello in her mansion and thinks about how he can’t let her “slip through his fucking fingers.” then he rings the doorbell, “heart in his fucking mouth,” and...

Bella’s housekeeper answers. Edward is shocked that his old-money, plantation-owning girlfriend has servants. a few things to note about Bella’s housekeeper are 1) she’s Mrs. Cope, 2) she looks exactly like the middle-aged, blonde housekeeper from 50 sh@des (is that also Mrs. Cope?), and 3) that she talks in a comically rendered southern accent.

I honestly can’t believe we made it this far into the story without hearing the word “master” only for it to show up now, in this context. 🤢 oh well.

once inside, Edward makes a dozen more Gone With the Wind comparisons as he describes the furniture and architecture. pretty amusing how he and erika think it’s gay to drink champagne, but not to wax poetic about upholstery and Scarlett O’Hara’s crinoline.

at last, “Little Bella Swan” (spelled right for the very first time! gold star, erika!) appears. at first she’s “shy as fuck,” but then she admits she’s missed him and that’s Edward’s “fucking cue” to start making out with her, in a paragraph full of hot, sensual details like this:

I’m sorry, but did you just say she was...running her fingers...through your stubble? 

how long is this alleged “stubble?” did Edward grow the patchy, ginger equivalent of a full-on Gandalf beard and just forget to mention it to the audience?? HOW is she running her FINGERS through his STUBBLE?

...this is the sideburns kink all over again, isn’t it

anyway, they keep making out, blah blah, it’s getting hot and heavy, when

oh no! has the Dicksona been suffering from amnesia? how tragic! guys i’m starting a gofundme for the Dicksona please chip in if you can 💕

anyway, Bella drags Edward up to her bedroom, he describes in great detail the “dark wood” bed complete with “fuck-off gossamer mosquito net,” and then tells us he doesn’t notice his surroundings because he’s so horny for Bella.

....erika. just a little writing tip. you don’t get to describe Edward’s surroundings in minute, Antiques Roadshow detail and then tell us he doesn’t notice them. that’s not how storytelling works in the first fucking person.

anyway, Bella gives him a blowjob

“using her teeth”

and then they have sex. erika makes sure to tell us all about such pertinent details as bella’s

well at least one of them showers.

we’re also told about her steel nipples.

then Edward calls her “homely,” which I know can also mean “cozy and familiar,” but I can’t get past the meaning of “ugly.”

and of course, the scene wouldn’t be complete without Edward once again reminding us that Bella is his safe haven.

anyway. that’s all that’s notable about this particular humdrum sex scene.

still in bed, Edward asks Bella to marry him. before she can answer, they’re interrupted by “the fucking doorbell.”

y a w l 

that’s right, it’s Jasper! none other than the fucksmith himself. 

Edward reacts with the calm stability he’s renowned for

and demands that Bella answer his marriage proposal right that second. Bella tells him it’s complicated.

then she throws on some clothes and goes downstairs to see Jasper. Edward is appalled that she’s talking to “that fucksmith” while going commando.

and then. and then we get the GAYEST PASSAGE imaginable. fasten your seatbelts:

that’s right. Edward...wants Jasper...to see him half-naked with his fly undone.

safe haven is a story about unrequited Edward/Jasper and the tragedy of comp het actually

it doesn’t help that one of the next sentences is:

yeah, Edward. I bet you wish he was. bet you wish he was getting ALL up on them.

Edward—who has been explicitly told to leave Bella alone and let her talk to Jasper—shows up to half-nakedly interrupt their conversation and mark his territory. then he promises to go “back upstairs” and leaves the room, but hangs around to eavesdrop on the rest of their conversation because he’s a controlling piece of shit.

at first, Jasper tries to make a graceful exit, but when Bella gets tearful and starts pleading (girl why? you don’t like him), he snaps at her that she’s obviously made her bed and she can lie in it (I hear it’s dark wood and has fuck-off mosquito netting!)

and with that, the luminous-hazel-eyed fucksmith drops the mic and leaves.

Bella wanders back into her bedroom and tells Edward she wanted to let Jasper down easily, which. bad job there. she also apologizes in a way that makes it sound like she’s about to re-re-break up with him, and “the abyss opens its foul mouth” before him. it’s no Dicksona, but this abyss sure gets mentioned a lot.

but of course Bella isn’t breaking up with him—she’s just confessing that she’s pregnant! 

Edward tells her he already knows, and when she asks how, he says

but wait, erika, I thought mad meant crazy? my little american brain can’t comprehend this sentence! I shan’t ever be able to make sense of all these erudite britishisms. ‘tis all too advanced.

Edward tells Bella about Emmett’s dumpster diving and narcing, and she’s totally cool with it. she didn’t tell Edward she was pregnant because she was afraid he’d leave her.

but she...had already...left him. make it make sense, erika

Bella doesn’t understand why a “hot shot movie star” like Edward would ever want to be saddled with a filthy rich, mansion-owning cello prodigy like little old her. Edward interrupts by proposing to her yet again (for those of you keeping track, this is the third time,) only this time it’s Worse.

okay, first of all this is horrible for me personally because my parents got engaged in the middle of Siberia and the only available ring for sale was an earring, so. thank you, erika, for permanently ruining my family history.

second of all,

the absolute audacity of this man.

put yourself in SH!Bella’s shoes for a second and imagine your kazillionaire movie star boyfriend proposing to you with your own earring that he stole. 

like, obviously erika was trying for romantic spontaneity here, but a) it’s not spontaneous when it’s the third time this has happened, and b) he flew across the ocean with the explicit intention of winning Bella back. he couldn’t have stopped and purchased a ring at some point? he made everyone pull over at Tiffany’s on the way to the Oscars, for fuck’s sake.

the moral of the story is “no need to spend three months’ salary when your girl has severe self-esteem issues,” because of course “Isabella Swann” (yep, we’re back to Swann) says yes. Edward reassures her that he’s cool with the whole baby thing and wants lots of kids, and tells her (out loud!) that she is his safe haven. Bella asks him to “make love to her” again and they end the chapter in

ok then.

best “fucks”

“fuck off columns or colonnades or whatever the fuck they’re called”

“fucking Atlanta”

“fucking servants”

“the fucking doorway”

“another fucking century”

“fan-fucking-tastic”

“no more Mr. Fucking nice guy” (edward)

“fucking bastard” (edward)

“a fucking marathon”

next (and final) chapter: eternal fucking flame

[punyhoomans]

I escaped indentured servitude and now I'm homeless.

I am able to uber, but without a place to sleep it's proving difficult and exhausting. I need help getting the funds together not only to get a place of my own, but to find temporary lodging while I search.

I was stuck living a house with a man who would coerce, swear, and threaten me into using my car to work for his delivery business, to the detriment of my mental and physical health, and income.

It got so bad that after my car was repossessed, some friends I don't deserve (despite their insistence otherwise) helped me raise over $2000 to get it back. (While the funds were being raised, he coerced me into using a portion of those funds for renting vehicles to continuing supporting his business, going so far as to suggest I attempt to uber with the rented car, jeopardizing my sole means of income.)

Once I got my car back things continued to deteriorate. He scheduled someone else to use my car without my permission or consent. He planned to have me give people rides for money without insurance and threatened to take the few valuables I had and sell them. I had to get out.

Two incredibly kind and generous people went out of their way to basically airlift me out of the house in less than an hour and now I'm free.

Sort of.

I need help paying for short and long term lodging.

My car needs work and new tires if I am to keep working for uber.

I need one (1) pair of gym-acceptable shoes so I can shower at 24hr gyms. (The only boots I have are not acceptable and also they are about an hour from disintegrating.)

I have car payment and auto insurance bills amounting nearly $800 that I can't possibly get the money together to pay and also live/save for a place of my own.

This hasn't been easy to write. I'm not in a super great place mentally, and hope is kind of a distant memory. It feels like I'm going to spend the rest of my life needing more than help than I feel I deserve.

If you can, please donate.

If you can't, please consider signal boosting.

Thank you.

Edit: I wanted to clarify that PayPal is for immediate needs, as GoFundMe donations takes a week to deposit, in case anyone considering donating had a preference!

UPDATE (6/8/19)

Donations have helped me clear the $250 I needed to stay here through the weekend, and at the time of this post (2:40pm EST) I have $450/$1000 I need by Monday (6/10/19) to secure long-term residence!!!

Y'ALL ARE MAKING THIS HAPPEN!!!

UPDATE 6/9/19 11:30AM EST:

I'm at $600/$1000!!

UPDATE 6/10/19 2:17PM EST

$1100/$1000!!!!!!!!!!!!

You did it I have a place to live and the job wants me to start Wednesday!!!!!!!!!

UPDATE 6/14/19 6:37PM EST

The job is official! Unfortunately, the person training me was supposed to fly up from Ohio(?) But couldn't make it, so I'm starting Monday! The slightest of hiccups!

On the home front, the contractor still has not finished renovating the basement, so I'm stuck continuing to pay half daily rates ($30/night) to stay in the living room (in which the air mattress has died so I'm kinda SOL on sleep) but I managed to order a cheap bed that hopefully will arrive when the rooms are livable!

Bonus: I got *groceries* and a place to keep them! I got dress shoes and work clothes!

I still need new tires and stuff, but I'll be getting PAID IN JUST A FEW WEEKS

[stressedspidergirlsfitnessblog]

Hospital still hasn’t called to help set up a payment plan, and they said they were sending the bill to collections after the 23rd even though I was making payments on it. (more whining below)

Their system was down when I called so they couldn’t. So I guess I’ll call again tomorrow, if their billing dept is even open, and hope they didn’t just auto send my stuff to a debt collection agency because I don’t have $900 to pay it right now.

And they still haven’t explained to me why I didn’t get the other bill but my insurance did, and they fucked it up because someone didn’t sign something? And so my insurance won’t pay it and I am just sitting here thinking about how much I am trying to keep my mind off this but it’s eating me alive.

The gofundme got me to like 1/4 of the hospital bills paid, I guess. And I’m so so grateful, since everyone is out there begging for money I’m lucky anyone had any to spare for me, with covid etc. And I can’t hope but help this stupid stimulus bill passes because even $600 would help me pay some of the remaining $900.

It just feels like drowning. I thought I was finally going to be okay, I hadn’t had any major medical bills recently, I was saving up for a place to live and to like, just... be able to handle emergencies that cropped up, and to pay off my car loan so I could be considered for my own small house.

My pets and I have like, actual PTSD from how often we’ve moved. I have constant nightmares, they freak out whenever they see boxes or see me folding anything, we’ve been homeless so I don’t think that helps any of us. Not like on the streets homeless, but like, lived in a car/friend’s garage kind of homeless. I was supposed to stay in this apt for 3 years, save up money and then move into my own home.

And with my phone dying, then my laptop, and so many other bad breaks -thanks covid & just general technology- it’s like I can’t crawl my way out from under any debt. Moving will be a nightmare, I had hoped to quit my 3rd job this year, in January so that there would be more room for the seasonals who want to stay on, but... I can’t. I need the income and the free packing materials. Honestly my anxiety about this next September is so bad I feel like I should be packing now. I’ve been selling things, just to try and make space, have less to move, donating things. I have been given statues/decorations I LOVE, and I have them in boxes in the bottom of my closet.

And I’m honestly trying to be positive and focus on goals, and set things, and work on the positives. I have a place to live for now. I have enough to eat generally speaking. While my body is killing me so that’s not helping my mood at all, I was able to move it over 400 miles this year. Before all this happened I could afford the occasional new book, etc. And now I feel like I’m back to making $12k a year, desperately trying to scrimp up enough to pay for basic necessities and it’s so stupid because things are NOT that bad right now. I can afford food. I can afford to pay bills. >< Well, not the fucking hospital shit, I cannot believe those assholes know I paid $1100/2500 and were still going to send me to collections.

Thankfully someone donated another $5, thru google pay so I can make another token payment, and possibly another $50 thru the gofundme, I have to double check I didn’t already pay that money to the bill. It’s just unending.

Every time I crawl out of some hole, I fall into a bigger one, like the prisoner guy in hunchback of notre dame. I hate adulting. I hate that every single time I think “okay maybe I can do this”.... like. I will need new running shoes soon because they’re blistering my feet really bad and even taping them or using moleskin or whatever isn’t stopping it. And I was hoping I’d callous, and the shoes only have 130 miles on them, so I guess I’ve gotta figure it out and wear them for the 350+ and hope financially I randomly have a spare $50-100 again to just drop on shoes. I just.... I give up. I don’t even know.

Also, I HATE that my roommate makes dinner around 8 because I eat around 4 or 5 and try to start settling in for bed around 8/9 and what happens is even if the food smells disgusting, it lights up some idiot part of my brain that goes “FOOD? FOOD FOR ME?? FEED ME! FEED ME!” and I end up literally so hungry it hurts and I can’t sleep unless I get up and eat like a fucking hobbit, and I’m gaining weight again because the stress + his habits being so against mine, are destroying me and my body. So, it’s 8pm and I just wanna settle in bed with a book and stop feeling like crying, and instead I”m gonna go make popcorn and feel like crying.

[galactawhorez]

[baku]

ur bitch ass still working here? sheet

{tobi}

yeah i’m still working here fym

[baku]

u still aint got a real job?

{tobi}

real job?

bruh i know your credit score in the dirt

[baku]

okay i got bad credit but this cash is good

{tobi}

okay wtf do you want?

[baku]

lemme get uhhhhhhh

*baku iphone 6 starts ringing*

{tobi}

.....

[baku]

hold up some mf calling me from indiana 

{tobi}

dawg can you fuckin order

[baku]

yeah lemme get the chicken biskit no chicken

hello

|needy greedy boi|

ay man how u doin

[baku]

who is this

idk nobody from indiana 

i aint fuckin with yall indians 

|needy greedy boi|

look man i just need some fuckin money 

some skrill

[baku]

yall gotta get off my phone with this shit bruh

|needy greedy boi|

dont act like you don’t know me homie

[baku]

i dont...

|needy greedy boi|

look man

me and you we came up from the dirt

[baku]

i mean if u still calling for money

then u still in the dirt

|needy greedy boi|

thats low...

thats real low

[baku]

just like ya fuckin pockets 

|needy greedy boi|

man i been there since day 1

and i never switched up 

never forget that

[baku]

i gOt LiMiTeD MiNuTeS BrUh WrAp ThIs ShIt Up

|needy greedy boi|

i need some green bruh

[baku]

i aint got no weed

|needy greedy boi|

i need some cheddar 

[baku]

i aint Chuck E Cheese 

|needy greedy boi|

i know you got cash 

[baku]

listen there aint enough battery on this iphone 6 for you to be bullshittin and fucking around

|needy greedy boi|

you the one bullshittin

acting like you aint got no bread

[baku]

yeah i got bread

yaint gettin it

look i’m at popeyes about to order this chicken

B I S K I T

get you a GoFundMe or some shit

look these mfs hiring at popeyes 

u can come and fill out this application 

|needy greedy boi|

oh you at popeyes 

look i need a chicken sandwich

[baku]

shut ya homeless ass up

|needy greedy boi|

i know you gettin a bucket 

you just acting stingy

[baku]

broke bitches out here

look iOS 11 got my phone actin up

*ends phone call*

[baku] 

ight lemme get that 

B I S K I T 

*door slams closed*

[baku]

oh he came thru the door

|needy greedy boi|

so you ain’t gon throw bands

[baku]

hell fuckin nah

|needy greedy boi|

ight mf

since ya broke ass ain’t gon hand-

[baku]

dawg who tf are you

really

i got yall clowns hitting my line every week 

i aint even in the phone book

|needy greedy boi|

that shit don’t matter 

all that matters is you 

runnin me a couple of bills

[baku]

LOOK

i aint pay the car note

credit card bills

parking tickets

nathin

u think i got bread to feed the needy bitch?

|needy greedy boi|

ight dawg that about it, i know you got money and you actin mad stingy

i told you to run that shit bruh , u either gonna hand off bills or

u catching these hands, real shit thats 100 dawg

u wearing that yeezy season 2 jacket

i peeped that shit , them shoes on your feet cost bruh

i know them shits cost, them bottoms faded but bouta catch this fade

[baku]

.......

yo fuck this

Y E E T 

{tobi} 

ay here you go

[baku]

bruh i said no chicken.... yall stay fucking up my order

[cosplayinamerica]

Super Galaxy Elise from League of Legends // Cosplayer : Lumi.Star.Cos // Photo : SpellboundHeart

When deciding what League of Legend skins I want to bring to life there are always two things I consider. How much the outfit will challenge my skills as a creator and how many other people have made that same outfit. The most rewarding ones for me require me to get a bit more creative and while it can be frustrating at times, the end result is always worth it. I also always get a lot of excited people who are just happy to see their favorite skin created in the flesh and it feels great to help be a part of creating that happiness. Super Galaxy Elise, in particular, had a lot of challenges I had never attempted before: spandex bodysuit, extra limbs, and interesting shoe requirements being three of the largest ones.

Super Galaxy Elise was a massive project that took a while to complete and had a lot of readjustments along the way. On my Instagram Lumi.star.cos you can view a lot of WIP posts about the processes but it boils down to a few aspects. The bodysuit is made of spandex. The back brace for the legs is made of worbla to give it more rigidity in supporting them. The legs themselves are made of EVA foam and attached to the brace via Rigid Pet G Tubing which is a sort of acrylic like rod. Finally, the shoe stilts were designed and created by myself and Darkflame cosplay to give me the right standing silhouette and are made from metal. This project took about 36 weeks but that’s including other projects and a few weeks vacation that interrupted the flow at times.

At Anime Weekend Atlanta (AWA) I gave Elise a test run and am so glad I did. My favorite part of wearing her around the convention had to be the absolute shock and awe surrounding the foot pieces I was wearing. The first thing about them that usually drew attention was the sound, I hadn’t put any sort of rubber bottom on the metal so each step made a pretty significant amount of sound even in the loud con environment. Once they looked my way through the comments usually started coming in to the degree of, “How are you even walking?” or “What’s up with your feet?” or outright exclamations of astonishment. It was fun to hear and have the opportunity to show off what Darkflame and I had created.

Overall Elise wore great and I was really happy but I did end up with a bit of a snafu when one of my spider legs started to snap. I had just finished with a larger photoshoot when I noticed this and the other community members were so helpful and kind about finishing up and pointing me in the direction of the cosplay repair booth. Unfortunately, before I could arrive the leg snapped off fully but once again everyone was so understanding about needing to put that costume away early for the rest of the con. I was really grateful for how respectful and supportive everyone was of the situation.

Ever since that first convention I’ve always loved cosplay. Each year I’ve handmade more of my costumes until I was doing it from scratch and each year I’ve cosplayed more characters per convention and expanded the number of conventions I attend. Now it plays an even larger part as I’m working towards creating a cosplay supply store based in Raleigh. One of the biggest hurdles of making my own cosplays was finding the materials and advice for how to make more complicated things I was interested in. I have a lot of plans to put together a storefront that can serve as a place for people to solicit advice, practice their skills, and even work on projects in addition to being able to find the materials they need and want for their projects. If you or any readers are interested in seeing something like this happen then they should follow me on Instagram. I’ll be posting updates there and opening up a Gofundme soon to try and help raise starting costs once I finish doing all of my research and figuring out all the bits n’ pieces.

My best friend was always a huge cosplay and anime fan and in middle school, she dragged me to Animazement with her. At first, I was a bit skeptical, sure that if I wore a costume with her I’d stand out and be weird but when I arrived, the opposite was true. Within about three hours of being at the convention, I went down to the dealer’s room and purchased my first cosplay, a black and white lolita cat getup. The next year I made sure to come prepared with an actual costume of my own, Suigintou from Rozzen Maiden. That cosplay was purchased and modified slightly for accuracy in my mom’s sewing room with her guidance and is what led me down the eventual path of creation.

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for @cursed-angelica who asked for Tim and Damian bonding over something unrelated to vigilantism. Thank you so much for donating!

you can donate to cerusee’s GoFundMe page here

“Why do I have to do it?” Tim huffs into the phone cradled between his cheek and his shoulder as he stuffs his foot into his shoe, clutching at the door frame for balance. He bends down to tie it as he continues, “He hates me, and honestly the feeling’s a little bit mutual.”

“I would do it but I’m busy,” comes Dick’s unusually curt reply. “I got called into work and I’m not going to make it there on time.”

“Why can’t Jason do it?” Tim asks petulantly. “He’s in the city.”

“I already asked.”

“And?”

“He said no. He has something going on.”

“But I can’t say no,” Tim says, his voice flat. He stands up and grabs his (Bruce’s) keys out of the bowl on the counter. “Even though I have ten million things I need to be doing.”

Dick sighs, sounding a thousand times more exhausted than he had two seconds ago. “Look, if you really can’t, I’ll figure something else out, but I’ve already asked the rest of the family.”

“No,” Tim breathes, stomping into the garage and feeling like a ten year old throwing a tantrum. Or Damian throwing a tantrum. “I’ll go. You both better appreciate this.”

“Thanks, Timmy,” Dick says, and his relief can be heard in his tone. “I do. I might have to get back to you on Damian, though.”

Tim hangs up without saying goodbye, because he’s kind of upset that he was the last one Dick had called, and also not, because Dick knows how much him and Damian don’t get along, and knew best to try and find someone else to do the job that was supposed to be Dick’s up until two hours ago.

And then he feels bad for hanging up. He shoots Dick a text and then hops in Bruce’s Toyota Camry that had cost way more than it should have and yet is probably mere pocket change compared to the other cars in the garage.

The drive is short, and Tim actually wishes that it were longer, and also that this whole thing would just be over with so he could go back to brooding over the case that had been bugging Bruce last night, and the sides of him war, even as he puts the car in park and sags in the seat.

The school bell rings, and kids start to pour out.

Tim watches as Damian walks out of the front doors, towards the parking lot. Sees the exact moment Damian catches sight of the Camry. Sees the upset in his eyes that rivals the upset in Tim’s stomach.

Damian and Tim. A volatile pair. Dick’s still Batman, and Bruce is still traveling around the world being Batman, Alfred tagging along with, and Jason’s sort of okay with them, sort of not, and Tim’s sort of okay with them, too.

Sort of not.

And Damian is the sort of not.

Regardless of how much Tim has been working with Dick and Barbara and Steph and Cass again, he hasn’t really been working with Damian. Him and Damian can’t seem to mesh, and usually it’s fine, but right now—

Right now, when there’s no one else around to mediate, and there’s no choice but for the two of them to be in the same place at the same time, it’s very much not fine.

Tim’s resigned himself to his fate, though. He’s not going to talk to Damian, he’s just going to be careful and tactfully ignore the kid.

Of course, that plan goes out the window the moment another kid walks up to Damian, the sneer on his face prominent enough to match Damian on a bad day. The kid says something, and Damian doesn’t respond other than a sharp glance of reprove. The kid says something else, Damian keeps walking.

The kid pushes Damian from behind.

Tim’s out of the car before he even realizes what he’s doing.

The thing is, Damian doesn’t fall. He doesn’t really even stumble. He just steps forward with the push and turns around with a smirk on his face, an eyebrow raised the same way it’s always raised at Tim, in a is that the best you got? kind of way.

The kid doesn’t look deterred. Just annoyed. Damian just turns around and starts walking towards the parking lot again. The kid pulls his hand back and throws a punch. Tim runs, grabs the lapels of Damian’s jacket, and pulls.

Damian, who apparently hadn’t noticed him, stumbles forward into Tim’s chest.

“Drake—” Damian squawks.

“Dylan Torres, right?” Tim cuts him off with a sickeningly sweet smile to the kid who’d just tried to deck the demon child still fighting Tim’s grip. Tim lets him go the moment he’s got the other kid’s attention. “Timothy Drake-Wayne. I’m meeting with your mother next week, I believe. It’d be such a shame if she were to hear you were starting fights at school, wouldn’t it?”

The Torres kid is wide-eyed. Doesn’t say anything. Runs away.

Good.

Tim doesn’t know if he was worried for the Torres kid or for Damian. If he was worried about what would happen if it had progressed past that initial something. Just knows that there’s a weird feeling settling in his bones as he pushes (a worryingly—no, not worryingly—quiet) Damian towards the car.

They both climb in. Neither says a word for a long six minutes and seventeen seconds.

Finally, Damian asks, “Where is Grayson?”

“Work.”

Damian scowls. “I could have handled that by myself.”

“I know,” Tim says, because he does.

And he doesn’t understand why he’d rushed in like that. He knows that Damian’s more than capable of handling other people pushing him around. Or maybe that’s what he’d been worried about. Maybe Damian would have gone too far.

But according to Dick, Damian hasn’t gone too far in a long time. And this hadn’t seemed like an isolated incident.

“Then why?” Damian grits out.

Tim thinks and thinks and thinks. They’re four stoplights away from when Damian asked the question when he finally answers truthfully, “I don’t know.”

Damian blinks at him. Then averts his gaze to the window. The rest of the drive is thoughtfully quiet, and the two of them just let each other be, for once not fighting or arguing.

For some reason, when they’re in the garage and Tim’s getting out of the car, Tim says, “You know, you could just tell a teacher. Or Dick. They could stop him from doing anything.”

Damian glances at him, wary. “That is exactly the reason I haven’t said anything. I’m handling it just fine on my own.”

Tim blinks, brow creasing before realization dawns on him. He grins. “So, school is that boring, huh?”

Damian snorts. “I already know everything the teachers are trying to educate me in,” he says. “I don’t understand the reason that Grayson and Father are so insistent on an education at a public school when I already have all the knowledge I need.”

Tim rolls his eyes and starts for the door that leads into the manor. “Try social skills.”

“Father doesn’t have social skills, and he gets along just fine.”

Tim chokes on a laugh and eyes Damian as they go through the kitchen. “Was that a joke? Who taught you how to joke?”

“You’ve been spending far too much time with Brown and Todd.”

“And you’ve been spending too much time with Dick.”

“Nonsense,” Damian says, his nose stuck in the air like he’s trying to look down on Tim. It doesn’t work. “Grayson is the only tolerable one of you all.”

“Sure,” Tim says placating. He grabs a tin from the cupboard and brings it over to Damian. “Cookie?”

Damian looks a little unsure at Tim’s change of attitude, and honestly Tim’s a little unsure about it, too, but he’s not up for being angry at the demon brat right now, even if he will probably be a little upset later. But there’s a calm right now, a truce in the wake of what had happened today, a ceasefire that neither of them are sure will last long enough for them to even finish their cookies.

Even still, Damian accepts the offer, and grabs a cookie.

They eat in silence, and it’s honestly the closest Tim’s ever felt to Damian.

He’s not sure he’ll be impressed if Dick asks him to pick up Damian from school in the future, but maybe next time he won’t get upset about it right away. And maybe their truce will even last.

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URGENT HELP NEEDED - HOMELESS DUE TO BOAT SINKING

Hey guys,

I feel absolutely terrible for asking for help but we’re in an emergency situation and I don’t know what else to do.

Basically, for anyone who doesn’t know, my lovely partner lucy and I live together in a small cruiser boat. We live really the cheapest and calmest life that we possibly can since due to multiple health issues i don’t have a great deal of either money or energy. I’ve been unable to work for almost 2 years due to living with fibromyalgia, ME/CFS, endometriosis, migraines, narcolepsy and various other conditions, all made worse by recurrent meningitis. Lucy is my full-time carer and we both suffer with severe anxiety and PTSD after a history of previous abuse. We take care of each other and i’ve just started taking commissions and drawing professionally again after a very long time away.

On Friday, as the recently frozen canal thawed out, we experienced basically our worst nightmare as water started rushing through the deck and into our cabin. We fled safely thank god, and luckily the marina had the right equipment to quickly haul the boat out of the water and onto the dry dock but not before a great deal of damage had been done.

While the boat is drying out, being repaired and basically being half-gutted to make it liveable again we are homeless. We have nowhere to go, and no friends or family we can stay with or ask for help. We checked into the one hotel in town but need around £400 to cover the week, as well as needing money for food and drink, taxis to and from the marina to work on the boat etc. 

Even if we can drain the water out of the boat this week there are several items that will need replacing before we can move back in, such as a heater (we’re in the middle of a bad cold snap and cannot sleep aboard without some form of heat, especially in the damp) new bedding which was all ruined by the water, all perishable food (everything in the fridge/freezer and lots of other foods that had fallen onto the floor, into the water while the boat was being pulled to the dry dock) and clothing since we both have the one outfit we’re standing in right now. 

There’s a lot of other stuff that isn’t life-or-death but needs replacing, including shoes (we both own only one pair each and both are ruined), electrical extension cords/chargers/plugs, lighting, my phone, towels, toiletries and so on. On on top of that I still need to cover the costs of my various medications and other medical supplies, plus there are certain items that, as a transgender couple, are extremely important to us to live the way we want and present as ourselves which have been lost in the flood and need to be replaced.

I feel terrible asking for help, but I truly don’t know what else to do. There’s no obligation to donate but we would be beyond grateful for anything you can send us. There’s no such thing as a donation too small. Even £1 would help us buy a new pair of socks or a toothbrush or something to eat. If you’re not able to donate then please consider reblogging or sharing this post because getting the word out really can help tremendously.

I'm also offering emergency commissions to help raise some of the funds we need, please send me an ask or email me at xxmistyart27@gmail.com if you'd prefer to buy one than to donate directly.

Here’s how you can help:

My PayPal: https://www.paypal.me/johnmist

My ko-fi page: https://ko-fi.com/xxmisty

Or support my gofundme: https://www.gofundme.com/help-us-dry-out-our-home

P.s. When i’m back at the boat tomorrow i’ll take photos since I am well aware there will be people yelling ‘pics or didn’t happen’. 

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GA Tech Football Recruit Bryce Gowdy’s Mom Reveals He Committed Suicide, Family Was Homeless In Heartbreaking Video

The mother of Georgia Tech football recruit Bryce Gowdy is mourning the death of her son, posting up a Facebook Live video detailing what led to his suicide, including family homelessness and emotional distraughtness. The heartbreaking details are inside…

The mother of Bryce Gowdy - a standout wide receiver and defensive back for the Deerfield Beach High School Bucks who was headed to Georgia Tech on a full football scholarship – has confirmed her son committed suicide after it was reported he was fatally stuck by a freight train.

Around 4AM on December 30th in his hometown of Deerfield Beach, the 17-year-old was killed by an oncoming freight train. It’s now being revealed Bryce – who had a promising future – took his own life a week before he was set to start GA Tech as a freshman.

According to CNN, the Broward County Medical Examiner's office ruled the manner of death as suicide, listing the cause as blunt force injuries.

His mother, Shibbon Winelle, took to Facebook Live to share the moments that led up to his untimely and unfortunate death.

In an 11-minute video, Bryce’s mom – who also has two younger sons – opened up about how Bryce started “talking crazy” after learning they had become homeless “again.”

“A few days ago, Bryce was talking crazy,” she said in the Facebook Live recording. “He kept talking about the signs and the symbols that he was seeing all over the place. And that, he could see the world for what it really was. He kept saying he could see people for who they really are,” she explained while sobbing.

”He was happy though. He was talking about his future. He was talking about going to Georgia Tech and we were having a lot of spiritual conversations … he had a lot of questions. He had a lot of questions about spirituality and life. He kept asking me if I was OK and if his brothers were going to be OK and I kept telling him yeah.”

The mother-of-three said she was having a hard time dealing with being homeless and wondering how she would provide for her three children on top of Bryce’s irregular behavior at the time. She later said she had "begged for help for months."

”All day. We sat in the car all day yesterday because we didn’t have anywhere else to go. And he sat next to me all day, just talking. And I was stressed out. I was too stressed to really deal with it. I kept telling him I had just started my period and we were on the streets again. Homeless. The little job I got wasn’t paying me all my money on time or in full and I was so stressed out about taking care of my kids,” she wept.

Around 10pm, she finally was able to get them a hotel room, but they were waiting for her other son to get off of work.

“And I told him, I said Bryce, you have to dig within and fight these demons that you’re fighting.’ I told him I wasn’t strong enough to help him right now. That I had my own demons I was trying to fight. He was stressing me out so much that I started getting chest pains.

When they got to the hotel, she said her two eldest sons went up to the room while she stayed in the car to decompress “because Bryce just kept going, going, going.”

"Bryce came back downstairs and sat with him and I started telling him that he needed to get it together and toughen up. Get his mind right. He tried to hold my hand and I told him no because he had me SO upset. So anxious. I told him I can’t deal with that energy right now baby. I wouldn’t let him grab my hand, I wouldn’t let him hold my hand because his energy was so intense. I could feel the pain in his soul and it was breaking my heart.”

The mother-of-three said they went back upstairs to the hotel room and one of her son’s were already sleeping. She said Bryce kept checking on her asking if she would be OK and she told him yeah, she just needed to calm down. Thirty minutes later, she came out the bathroom and she asked Bryce to go downstairs to get her favorite blanket because it was cold in the hotel room.

After twenty minutes, she didn’t see him, so she went to the car. She went downstairs and checked the car and the blanket was gone, so she knew he went to the car, but she couldn’t find him. She went back to the room and saw he left his phone, wallet and his shoes. She sat there for about twenty minutes thinking he would come back, but “he still didn’t show up.”

She got her other son to start looking for him and she said she felt something in her soul, “I just started balling crying.” She said she knew in her heart her son wasn’t OK.

”He talked to his dad yesterday and that’s when it got worse. It got worse after he talked to his dad. Before he talked to his dad, he was just talking for a few days… just talking in circles, about life, about the things that we were going through as a family over the last couple of months being homeless. About the things he had to see me go through because we were homeless. After he talked to his dad, he started getting paranoid. He started talking about not being trapped by doors and mirrors.

The morning he disappeared, she texted his dad, “I wish you would just disappear from our lives forever. At that moment, I knew something was wrong with my baby.”

She said she woke up at 7AM the next day after crying herself to sleep around 4 AM. Still no sign of Bryce, she started contacting family and friends to see if they had heard from him. She spoke with her brother and she told him there was a report that someone got hit by a train at 4 in the morning and she said in her heart she knew it was her son. She said she went to the hospital and she couldn’t stop crying because she knew it was her baby.

Finally, the nurse walked up to her and handed her the number of a police detective. They identified the body and it was her son.

  ”My baby walked in front of a train and killed himself!,” she screamed. “I’ve been begging for help for months. For months I’ve been begging for help,” she sobbed.

Then, the streaming ended. So heartbreaking.

Watch below:

People have been setting up fake GoFundMe accounts since Bryce's death. His mother has been posting the official account on her Facebook page:

People have been reacting to the suicide news on Twitter, expressing how you NEVER know what someone is going through:

  PLEASE read the story. Poverty plays a big part in this story. So, when you say these kids should just be happy with some freakin free books and classes, Just know, you’re CLUELESS about their real lives https://t.co/tCbpWJc4OO

— FOST (@GeorgeFoster72) January 1, 2020

    This Bryce Gowdy situation is a prime example of no matter how good someone's life may appear, internally it could be a nightmare. If you need help, please don't be afraid to talk to someone. Your life is far more precious than you'll ever know.

— Jay (@The2ndBrown) December 31, 2019

    This story wracks me with grief. It is nearly impossible to find assistance for young people in mental health crisis. The last quarter of 2019 my nephew threatened to end his life and we had no recourse or resources to help. We deserve a better system. https://t.co/muicDkkeJx

— Poor But Privileged (@luvthispayne) January 1, 2020

    So much about this story is heartbreaking and shows how evil capitalism is. // https://t.co/Bbu1k5iDya

— RISE UP WORKING CLASS (@AFlyBlackCommie) January 1, 2020

    Bryce Gowdy is NOT an anomaly. We have to do better as a country when it comes to mental health & especially our children.

— The Ms T (@6OnTheWay) January 1, 2020

  If you, or anyone you know, is struggling with anything, please call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (8255) to speak with a trained crisis counselor. Prayers up for Bryce's family and friends during this tragic time.

Photo: Bryce's IG

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I’ve been working on this for basically the whole month of august. I wanted to do something huge. Not only as a followers gift, but as a couple other things. One as a thank you for being there for me while I was at my lowest point this summer. So many of you donated, or even reblogged to GoFundMe, and that means to world to me. Without all your help, I would not have made it to this point here in all honestly, the funds helped me survive and I just can’t thank you enough. No amount of stuff I upload will ever be enough, but I want to try anyway. The last reason being the fact that I wanted to do something big to welcome myself back. Which isn’t as cool as a reason as the first but you know xD.

First I have a whole bunch of clothes for you! Most of which are TM-AM, Three of which are AM only, and then a single outfit for PU, CU, and AF.

From left to right, top to bottom;

@rented-space‘s 3T2 Celeb Casual Vest in two floral patterns and colors -  I originally was going to have these be a default replacement, which is why there is only two, but for some reason they aren’t defaulting, so here they are instead! TM-AM

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@rented-space‘s 3T2 Not So Chilly Scarf in 40 patterns - I wasn’t going to do 40, it was originally going to be like only 20, but then I went searching, and found a whole bunch of unicorn patterns, and well... I have a bit of a Unicorn problem xD. TM-AM

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MissTiikeri’s Male Crop top in 20 patterns w or w/o lace undershirt - This was one of the first things I made, which is why the previous top was only going to be in 20 patterns. I liked @furbyq‘s idea of having an undershirt, but didn’t want to copy completely, and wanted something more Berry’s style. So I made lace undershirts to go with them! Though I realized that might be too femme for some, so they also come without the undershirt. AM Only

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@deedee-sims Sweater Drape in 40 Patterns - I’m a sucker for shirts like this. With the tied sweater. Makes me think of *coughdreamdaddycough* So it comes in the same patterns as the not so chilly scarf. TM-AM

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MDP’s 4T2 Sweater Knit in 23 colors - This is the first one that comes in my TS4 Crystallum colors. I figured those would be a nice set of rainbow colors to use. Each has a white undershirt. TM-AM

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@rented-space‘s 3T2 Romantic Robe in my crystallum colors - The robe is the main color, while the shorts are in another of my crystallum colors. Any of the clothing that comes in dual colors will share the same color combo. As in, if the clothing is in Rose Quartz, the other part of the clothing is always going to be in Light Azore. I don’t know if any of this makes sense. xD AM Only

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@deedee-sims‘s Townlife Hoodie in my crystallum colors - I love this hoodie. It looks so comfy. I was happy when I found that @linasims2 converted it to toddlers. TM-AM

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@rented-space‘s 3T2 Trend Sweats in my crystallum colors. - This one comes in solids and dual colors. The shoes of which are always white. AM Only

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@deedee-sims‘s Positive Thinking Shirt in my Crystallum colors - I was using this one for a default as well, but the default I was trying to recolor, the same thing happened as the Celeb Casual Vest. They were the same file, so I don’t know what’s wrong with it. So instead I made this a full set. TM-AM

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@rented-space‘s Lukaz Layered Tee in my Crystallum colors, and a random saying for each - I had originally only made them in my colors, but decided I needed to spice them up. So I threw a couple of random words or sayings on them to add a little flare. TM-AM

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@rented-space‘s 3T2 Start-Up Chic in argyle patterns in my Crystallum colors - I thought this top would look really cute in argyle patterns, and I was right. It’s that perfect dose of being a little nerdy, but being kind of stylish as well. xD TM-AM

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@rented-space‘s 3T2 Luke Nightshirt in my Crystallum colors - I love this nightshirt, and had wanted to recolor it for a while but never got around to it. But finally I have! CU only - Pajama Section

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@linasims2‘s Townlife Hoodie w/ Shorts - This is the PU conversion of the townlife hoodie I mentioned above. It comes in the same colors as the TM-AM version. PU Only

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@deedee-sims Peasant Wedding Dress in my Crystallum Colors and Floral patterns - Normally I don’t do many female clothes, as the TS2 community has far too many colorful female things already, but this dress is beautiful. So I just had to slap a floral pattern on it, and recolor it. Mama Pumpkin looks beautiful in it. AF ONLY - Formal Section

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Next I have accessories, makeup, and skins!

Daislia’s Fox ears in my Otherworld colors to match my hair recolors - I love these giant ears, so naturally I had to recolor them. I’m not sure what ages they work for, but I have a feeling it’s AU only.

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Fairy wings in 70 galaxy prints - Because I don’t have enough things in galaxy prints apparently? But I think these came out really pretty. Who doesn’t need Space Fairies right???

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@lilith-sims‘s Delicate Lips in my Otherworld Colors  @furbyq‘s Midnight Creeper Lips in my Otherworld Colors 

Kiwi’s Colorpoint Nose/Ear Blush in my Otherworld Colors 

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Eltaninz Galaxy Blush in 90 Galaxy Prints

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Eltaninz Smooth Sailing Blush in my Otherworld Colors

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Mass Effect Andromeda Species Face Masks converted to TS2 - All credit for these goes to Bioware, all I did was extract them and make them fit on the TS2 faces. I didn’t make a swatch for these, but you can see what each one looks like on my TS4 conversion of them HERE.

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Finally, I recolored @lilith-sims Honey Skinblend with Freckles in my Otherworld colors. Some of them didn’t translate well into skins, but I made them anyway, I still think they look cool. They are geneticized, and townified. They are sorted with the default skins, as that is how my game is geneticized. The numbers range from 0.02 to 0.99

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Meshes should be included for everything that needs them, if I forgot anything please let me know, and thanks again for all the follows!