#please boost this! I don't have much reach

[viperifies]

AHHHH g this was so so sweet!! <3333

His first encounter he had handled oh-to-naively, enchanted by your sweet way, often made him forget about your temper. For how could someone so lovely and precious even produce the levels of anger you conjured upon him. As if the god of Ares himself had possessed you, and for once he felt ready to run as if he had a tail dragging between his legs. Since then, he promised to do all he could to exclude you from trouble, and keep you happy, very happy. 

damn right, Mattheo. you better do!!

There's a collective shriek of screams when the slug comes whizzing back, narrowly missing him, before it smashes flat into a tree. He dodges, ducking his head, his hands flinging up reflexively, whipping his head over to catch the smug grin you’re shooting his way.

if I was there he would have had more flying his way I cant lie💀

not him spying on us while we berate our friends. damn. undeserved ego boost after what he did!!!

It's a dangerous combination, wanting to ravish you while you look ready to cut his head off. He stubs his cigarette out on the stone before dropping it and reaching out to embrace you, hands sliding around your stiff waist.

what did he do to bother us again? I suddenly don't remember.

That he loves you with every fibre of his body, every vein pumping blood to his thriving heart that seems to beat faster just at the thought of you. How his soul feels completely entangled with yours and how he’d rather deal with a thousand howlers from you than be with anyone else.

please this is so sweet :((

You don’t care what anyone thinks, whether he’ll care about the titles that have followed him his whole life. They don’t own him, and he continues to push past the boundaries of a meaningless label. With eyes shining brightly, you smile lovingly, expressing affection for the man who makes trouble look too damn good. “Besides, it's starting to grow on me.” 

what side of Mattheo don't we love?

I loved this so much!💘 the idea behind it is honestly so creative and I absolutely love how this turned out! such a good job bb :333

THE TROUBLE WITH YOU

based on this goofy idea! Mattheo has a tendency to create trouble whether he wants it or not which doesn’t bother him until he accidentally drags his temperamental girlfriend in. warn: fem!reader, bit of swearing + wc 3.7k

Mattheo had a talent for attracting trouble, or more, it had a way of finding him. A frequent problem that followed him all his life like a shadow, clinging to his soul, unable to escape the labels that tainted him; troublemaker, scoundrel, hellion or a vermin pest, he only seemed to add to problems when he was around.

It sniffed him out like a dog detecting a buried bone. It didn't seem to matter what he did, for it always caught up in the end, the blame easily latching onto him. 

Mattheo, by nature, thrived off adrenaline and the rush of rebellious acts, and so he didn’t take offense to it, learning to embrace it as just a part of him. He started wearing the title of Slytherins delinquent, hot-tempered bad boy as a badge of pride, an honorary medal that earned him a fearsome rep amongst the halls of Hogwarts.

He made himself comfortable around a similar pack of friends that only aided in fueling his need for mischief by scheming in all sorts of shenanigans, usually in targeting Peeves.

Detentions were an easy breeze, having done every form of punishment under the sun. Depending on the nature of his “crime” he’d done all from writing lines, a total snooze fest, to cleaning out bedpans in the infirmary with the absence of magic making him nearly have to clean his own vomit to missing out on trips to Hogsmede which he didn’t care for too much enjoying the extra solitude.

He took each penalty like a walk in the park, each lesson he was supposed to learn going in one ear and out the other, never cowering from disappointed looks he received or scoldings. That is until he met you.

It didn’t take Mattheo long to realize you and trouble weren’t exactly acquainted. You weren’t even on a first name basis, which left him completely dumbfounded because he’d never met someone who matched his temper level, even topping over on the scale past him, who hadn’t ended up in trouble.

People with attitudes and uncontrollable tempers don’t bypass discipline. They’re like magnets, the first kid to be provoked for a reaction from the class. He knew all too well the inner turmoil of trying to control himself from snapping, before the rage would just take over and he’s being dragged away back to the cell of detention.

You grabbed his attention instantly, completely intriguing him, a mystery that made him excited to unravel, but he knew you had your doubts, hesitations that originally held you back from agreeing to that first date.

You weren’t wrong to keep your distance. Mattheo, of course, wasn’t oblivious to his difficult personality, disorder and predictions that clung to him like a deathly plague, as if being tied to the Riddle name wasn’t bad enough. Cursed, he liked to think. He recalls how you had shot him down, the way your eyes had rolled so ethereally with an amused smile and the simple but clear words; you’re pretty to look at, but your trouble. 

But with Mattheo’s stubborn nature, your comment hadn’t affected his efforts, only pushing him harder, making him resilient for he was far too smitten and prideful to shove his ever-growing crush back down and well you hadn’t completely rejected him after all.

Naturally you came around, and he remembers watching how you smiled, eyes softening, illuminating with bright gleams of sunshine, and he swore his whole body exploded as if someone had set off fireworks inside his stomach. His face stretched, his lips widening to impossible limitations, his heart taking on the beat of a fast-paced drum solo, and he knew he wouldn’t let his doomed and darkened life impede him from your inviting warmth.

For two powerful forces of intense energy, the two of you didn’t butt heads nearly as often as one would suspect a couple of hotheads would do. Because finally, one lesson had knocked some sense into Mattheo, that making you mad was something he wished on avoiding at all costs.

A pissed girlfriend was not a task many boyfriends wanted to achieve, but for Mattheo, it tangoed between life and death. Already needing shades just to roam the levels of hotness you radiated from head to toe. One wrong comment and he could be obliterated with a single glare consumed by a thousand suns.

His first encounter he had handled oh-to-naively, enchanted by your sweet way, often made him forget about your temper. For how could someone so lovely and precious even produce the levels of anger you conjured upon him. As if the god of Ares himself had possessed you, and for once he felt ready to run as if he had a tail dragging between his legs. Since then, he promised to do all he could to exclude you from trouble, and keep you happy, very happy. 

Unfortunately, trouble had a way of finding him even before he could spot it. It all had happened so fast, what had started as a fun little challenge; Enzo pestering him like usual with an opportunity too good to resist. An easy target of Longbottom's drooping mouth, a boring ol lesson stuck with skittish Porlucks and a few slimy slugs as ammunition, the perfect recipe for a harmless prank. 

He wasn’t sitting with you, not unusual, for you often stayed with your friends during lessons, wanting to actually learn something. He’s not sure what you’re able to understand with old rambles Grubbly-Plank practically spitting the information at you. He preferred to keep his distance, but he didn't mind. He enjoys observing you from afar, taking the time to study and admire the treasure that is his. 

To watch the cute little crease crinkle between your brows as you lean closer squinting, the obvious reasoning Mattheo had continued to point out that you definitely needed glasses. To the way your eyes brighten with awe and fascination, examining the small creature nervously trotting around before you.

You loved to learn, wanting to absorb as much knowledge, commonly spending hours in the library till Mattheo would wake you snickering at the ink stained on your face. Your commitment to academia had always left him anxious about his life and personality. He never wanted to dim your spark by spreading his problems onto the weight of you. It's why he tried to keep his antics to his friends, promising you he’d keep you out of the playing field.

He studied your eyes again. They were certainly a feature he could lose himself in for hours, a true piece of art. Except for now, when he had to watch the not intended for-you-slug land right on the pretty apple of your cheek, the way it slid slowly dragging a disgusting trail of goo. Fuck. FUCK. His eyes widened with pure shock, flicking his gaze back between you and his now empty-handed slingshot. That wasn’t supposed to happen. How could that have happened? 

Another loud sneeze rings out beside him and firm fingers dig into his shoulder as Blaise clings to stabilise himself. “Argh!” Blaise’s grip tightens, practically leaning his full weight onto Mattheo, as he exhales what might just be a full on exorcism. “Fuck I hate spring.” Blaise grumbles, wiping under his nose, scrunching it as the specs of hay left out for the Porlucks continue to leave an irritated itch. 

Mattheo can hardly contain his temper, realizing that Blaise had startled him with his bloody allergies and in doing so made him lose his balance and his target. There's a collective shriek of screams when the slug comes whizzing back, narrowly missing him, before it smashes flat into a tree. He dodges, ducking his head, his hands flinging up reflexively, whipping his head over to catch the smug grin you’re shooting his way. 

His brows raise with amusement, happy to see you’re finding the humour of the situation, though his attention is quickly grabbed as the anxious Porluck’s neigh disturbed. Startled by the screams, they turn aggressive towards the class, already uncertain around humans.

The entire class explodes into stressed energy, trying to save themselves from the new threat of an ankle bite, submerging back to the stair banks as Grubbly-Plank attempts to calm the creatures. 

He almost wants to laugh at the scene, join in with his buddies who are pissing themselves beside him at the chaotic commotion unfolding, soak in the joy of the period ending early at the call of Grubbly-Plank's aggressive dismissal.

Smile with smug satisfaction at the fact he’s evaded any penalty from his immature antics, till he hears her mention your name, serving the detention to you instead of him. Desecration of a creature, Merlin, what a fucking joke. He snickers at the idea, hardly agreeing a slug's life is worth crying about, but clamps his mouth shut, catching the loathing glare you shoot him. 

Eyes narrowed into two thin slits of pure anger and he gulps, offering a sheepish smile, knowing he’s fucked up. He watches your expression for a further reaction, for you to blow your top at him and explode into your usual fiery rage, but it never comes.

Instead, he’s left staring at the back of your head, your hair flicking like a crack of a whip before your storming off up the stairs, the force of your steps strong enough he’s just waiting for the earth to split and swallow him up. 

Enzo, who's trying not to laugh, comments, “She seemed to take that quite well, don’t you think?”

Mattheo’s face stiffens, shooting a grave side eye at his mate snapping, “Shut the fuck up.”

“What? Come on mate, I didn’t know all that was gonna happen!” Enzo defends himself, finally spluttering out a laugh.

The others follow behind the rest of the class. They chatter between themselves, finding amusement in the drama that just took place and how they look forward to the lash out waiting for him. He grumbles childishly, ambling in thought behind them, his stubbornness fighting with himself whether to follow you, conjuring up any and every single way he can apologise for getting you in trouble.

He hates apologising, he’s. He's never been good at it. Opening up vulnerably to someone, having to swallow his pride and admit to a fault, he’d much rather get torched by a dragon than face that kind of confrontation.

Not to mention it's your rage he’d be coming face to face with. His stomach churns, the strings of his fear tightening, and he considers giving you all the bloody space you could ever need. But he knows that would only make things worse, leaving it to fester and create a deadly divide between you two. 

When the group reaches the top of the castle grounds, he splits from them, ignoring their not-so-helpful yells of encouragement. His eyes scan the area for your distinct features, wiping his hands on his trousers, reaching into his back pocket to fish out his lighter and cigarettes. He lights one, inhaling deeply the rich hit of nicotine, shaking his hair to try to at least appear aloof as he finally spots you. She loves me. She loves me. She loves me. 

His thoughts do little to calm him, his legs hesitantly taking shorter steps to prolong closing the gap between the two of you. It’s then he overhears your friends gossiping about him, with judging whispers;

“how do you put up with him?” “yeah. like he’s so immature.” “If he was my boyfriend, I wouldn’t stand for that level of embarrassment.” 

He feels the usual spark of irritation creeping up. He’s never liked your friends constantly nagging to you about it. The way they stick their snooty little noses into his business, your business, if only you’d let him, he’d give them a piece of his mind.

Their words irk him, digging into his insecurities as his steps slow before he ducks behind a column. He takes a long inhale to soothe his shaky heart, each beat rattling in his ribcage as the ringing of sudden doubt and anticipation grows louder.

His ears stay tuned, listening for your response, his eyes sharpened on your body language and how you stop walking. He can’t recall you ever claiming to be embarrassed or ashamed of him, despite all the chaos and destruction that swells around him, like dust kicking up in a storm. Always turning the cheek whenever trouble ventured into the conversation, he knew your view on the subject wasn’t always in agreement, but you never scolded him. 

It's something that's always made his heart swell with pride, glowing a little warmer with happiness and love, tucked in the safety of your accepting nature. Though his promise to keep you excluded had stayed true till today, he suddenly begins questioning his whole relationship and the foundation of your trust.

Feeling as if he had taken you for granted your acceptance and love, and the undeserving pill starts bubbling back up. He takes another inhale of his cigarette, needing to calm himself and wait to see your response before he spirals into a black hole of anxiety.

Your brows arch offended, stopping mid walk. “Excuse me?” Your tone is anything but polite, as they slice through the air, making the rest of your friends pause their chatter gazing at you.

“What? Just stating the obvious, babe.”

Mattheo peeks his head further around to catch the awaiting fury from earlier seep out, steam evaporating off your body.

“Did I fucking ask for an opinion?”

He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, overcome with pure pride and delight at you having his back. His cheeks burn from the wide smile that's brimming his face, unable to take his eyes off you, feeling the need to just walk over and kiss the shit out of you. If he wasn’t still scared of the anger radiating off you, he would, but he leans back instead, not eager to be spotted spying. 

“Why don’t you keep that piggy nose out of the muck you're trying to create and close your fucking trap? Nothing useful is coming out of a dirty trout like that.”

The insult leaves your mouth with little remorse, not appreciating your friends trying to trash talk Mattheo. He may have his moments you don’t exactly approve of, but at the heart of him, he’s a misunderstood boy just trying to have fun, and you have no intentions of being the one to dampen his cheeky spirit. 

He lets out a laugh, coughing on the smoke, unable to contain his amusement at your feisty defence at shutting down their remarks. Your head turns, catching the peak of unruly brown curls behind the stone and you excuse yourself, done with the conversation anyway.

His eyes meet yours and he pulls back at the speed of light, banging his fist against his chest to ease his coughing fit. He opts for a charming, relaxed smile when you appear around the column, scratching the back of his neck to appear natural. “Baby! hey just wondering where you wandered off to.” 

His eyes roam the agitated and dry look you're throwing back at him, arms tightly crossed, pushing your chest upwards, which only makes it harder for him to behave. For despite the terror, you hold over him, you look way too tempting when you're pissed.

It's a dangerous combination, wanting to ravish you while you look ready to cut his head off. He stubs his cigarette out on the stone before dropping it and reaching out to embrace you, hands sliding around your stiff waist.

Your expression only deepens to one of repugnant as if you couldn’t stand his touch and it pangs at his heart a little. He doesn’t show it and leans in to kiss your cheek, trying to suck up to the obvious sign that you're still mad at him. “Did I tell you how pretty you look today?” Another delicate kiss closer to your ear before his back slams against the wall and he groans, shooting you an unappreciated glance. “Got it. Not in the mood for flattery, huh?” 

Your eyes narrow at his resort to sarcasm. “Why are you spying on me?” 

He places a hand on top of yours flat against his chest, his thumb caressing your skin and suddenly he lights up, smiling. “What? You mean…overhearing you defend me?” His smile curves, unable to contain his smug pride. He knows he's dancing with the devil, but if you're talking to him, that's one step closer to forgiveness and Mattheo’s all about taking bold moves. 

“Don’t get all cocky. That doesn’t mean you're off the hook.” You start, sliding your hand up to tangle into his hair, holding onto him with a tight grip that has him eliciting a small grunt. “You got me fucking detention, Mattheo. I swear to Merlin I'm beyond pissed. That's the one thing I asked- to keep me out of your bloody trouble, but no! You're like-.”

You halt the nearing destructive rant, noting his eyes, the vulnerable look he’s expressing back to you. Spotting the remorse, his brown eyes lidded with a softness that makes him look like a wounded puppy. His curls slip loosening in your hold as you relax your hand, taking a deep breath counting to ten in your head, to contain yourself from saying something you’d regret. 

“I should really slap you.” You mutter with little hate, exhaling a huff, leaning your forehead to his. His presence, warm and inviting, brings comfort and you close your eyes, instinctively massaging his scalp lovingly.

A small habit between the two of you, allowing your focus to shift to the way his curls feel between your fingers. Soft and thick, you coil a finger repeatedly around a strand as he hums, appreciating the calming and wholesome moment. 

His hand rubs gentle caresses on your hip, his lips pressing another light kiss to your forehead. He releases a deep sigh, relishing in the sweet hold you have him in. Like a mother scolding their favourite child, he relaxes into your touch. He chuckles, “You could if it makes you feel better.” 

Lifting your eyes to give him an incredulous look, before you roll them playfully, glad he’s lightened the mood. “Don’t be ridiculous.” A smile slips past your lips in amusement, always stubbornly fighting how easily he breaks your tough barrier. “You’d probably like it knowing you.” 

He reaches down, cupping your cheeks as the last remaining anger melts, flashing you a cheeky grin, “Mm, only if it's you causing the pain. I'd gladly be your sexual punching box.” 

His lips are on yours in an instant, passionate, apologetic and full of love. He adores kissing you, the softness and curve of them sliding with him so perfectly. He enjoys moulding your burning energy to a sweet, almost pliant demeanour as he devours you.

His tongue flicks, pushing greedily for entrance and he protests when you don’t grant it instantly, clearly playing hard to get. He groans, wrapping his arms around you fully, suffocating you in his need and desire, his hands tangling into your hair. Tugging for a redo and grinning wickedly at the delightful gasp you utter, his tongue sliding dominantly inwards to clash with yours.

Only to groan as you bite it and he pulls back. “Fuck! Woman.”

You grin with gratification, “Told you not to get cocky, baby.”

He rolls his eyes with feigned irritation. “Leave the decapitating to the slug, ye-ow!” He groans again as you whack the side of his head before he laughs. “Okay! Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” He drags out the word dramatically before he cups your cheeks again. He licks his lips, gazing more sincerely at you. “I am sorry, though. I wasn’t even aiming for you. Truly!"

You snort, rolling your eyes playfully at his defensiveness. “Uh huh, sure it's not throw-a-slug at your girl's day?”

“Ha ha, no. You know I'd never throw a slug purposefully at you.” He grins, finding pure amusement in the conversation. “I'd throw a bucket of water to cool your crazy ass down-okay! I get it ow stop whacking me.” He laughs, loving your angry reactions. “Save it for the bedroom, baby.”

Another eye roll slips out naturally. “You’re such a menace.” The words are sweet like a compliment, and a glimmer of a smile slips out. “Yet, somehow, I still love you.”

Mattheo’s eyes brighten, spotting the tension easing between the two of you, his heart flushing at your words, strengthening the security between the two of you. “A fuckin miracle is what it is.” He jokes as he pulls you to his side, planting a loving kiss on your head. “I love you too, sweetheart, though not sure how I ended up with a girl who can give me a heart attack by being sweet and deadly.” He teases before rubbing your side tenderly, “but I feel damn lucky to be loved by you.”

He walks, guiding the two of you around the column further down the vacant corridor. He sighs troubledly, his fingers drumming on your skin, anxiously preparing his next words. “I know I can be a bit much sometimes, cause nothing but trouble-"

You cut him off quickly. “You're not.” His eyes flicker down upon your face, instantly listening in, his ears tuned in like a dog. He doesn’t exactly want to spill off into a massive vent about how he’s a wreck, a mess of a man who can’t help that trouble follows him.

That he loves you with every fibre of his body, every vein pumping blood to his thriving heart that seems to beat faster just at the thought of you. How his soul feels completely entangled with yours and how he’d rather deal with a thousand howlers from you than be with anyone else.

“Yeah, so what? You're a bit of trouble. But you’re more than that, Mattheo..” There’s a pause as you look up to him, finding that there’s never a real reason to get mad at him. For if someone can accept the uncontrollable temper that pumps through your veins that you must be the luckiest girl.

You don’t care what anyone thinks, whether he’ll care about the titles that have followed him his whole life. They don’t own him, and he continues to push past the boundaries of a meaningless label. With eyes shining brightly, you smile lovingly, expressing affection for the man who makes trouble look too damn good. “Besides, it's starting to grow on me.” 

ty to my bestie @acourtofchaos for reading and letting me nag her <3 and tagging the pookies who encouraged me to write it: @thatdammchickennugget @papercorgiworld @weirdowithnobeardo dividers from here! ty for reading lovelies!!!!

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[founvencha]

ANNOUNCEMENT!

After several submissions, the Queerest In-birth Tournament bracket is finally done! It will begin very soon, if nothing in my life gets in the way. good luck to all and please remember to vote not for your fave- but for who you think is more queer.

[buttercuparry]

Genocide flattens every discussion. There are no new conversations to be had about the destruction, death and cruelty. After more than a year, there is nothing left to be said about various media houses, corporations and international bodies of law aiding and abetting all that has been happening in Gaza, either. It is the banality of evil, it is colonialism. However even in this atrociously banal circumstance, I do think what still is a continued point of hope for Gazans and what still pushes so many of them to reach out to the world, is the support people around the globe have shown and still continue to show. Which is why I am here on behalf of the Shehab family ( @fahedshehab-new ) and requesting  you to help them survive through this winter. This won't take much of your time so please read: 

Fahed is currently supporting 13 family members in total- his own family and that of his sister’s.

He has to look after 8 children now, with the youngest being his son Yayha who is barely having anything to eat because the price of baby milk  is exorbitantly high in Gaza. 

The genocide has taken a toll on Fahed’s daughters. Sahar and Dana spent a whole year under the threat of bombs and right now instead of getting to be teenagers, they ask their father if they will survive. They have even said they don't want to live if they lose someone. 

The family right now immediately needs clothes to keep them warm throughout winter. Fahed’s family is from the north and has been displaced several times before they came south. Displacement is dangerous and a silent killer because often essential items are lost and cannot be replaced in time. 

Please consider that the weather has already turned colder around the world and that which is only mildly uncomfortable to us, presents a dire situation for Gazans. The families don't have a shelter and there is no way for tents to adequately protect from cold winds and rain. So right now the immediate need is for warm clothes and it can cost upto $400 per person. With THIRTEEN PEOPLE to take care of Fahed immediately needs to raise at least 5k to buy the required apparels. So please boost and donate. 

Currently at $66,248. He needs to reach $71,248. Please help however you can. 

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Please remember that every donation, even if it is 5 dollars, is a ray of hope for the families who have lost everything.

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[booasaur]

I've watched the people boosting this gofundme become more and more desperate as the Rafah invasion draws near:

This baby was born during this genocide and has only ever known this genocide. If you can donate to help her family evacuate, please do.

If you were thinking about donating to any evacuation, now is the time. They don't have much left.

Edited (2024-05-01):

The target has been reached so I've gone ahead and locked this post

I really do want to express my thanks to everyone who donated and boosted:

Edited (2024-05-03):

I've unlocked this post because I guess not only do Gazans have to deal with needing to crowdfund to leave their home to escape bombs and bullets and starvation, not only do sites like gofundme and PayPal not support them and arbitrarily lock or cancel accounts unless you find someone abroad you can trust or you get scammed, NOT ONLY do you then have to successfully complete a campaign which relies on popularity, marketing ability, timing, grasp of English, access to tech (what's going to happen to all the people who simply can't manage all this?), BUT you also get charged an exorbitant fee to then be able to withdraw the money so you can pay to cross into Egypt.

The gofundme is open again with the target raised 15,000 to account for the fee, a little less than 1,800 needed at the moment:

Edited (2024-05-04):

Thank you so much, everyone, we reached this secondary target as well! I'll leave this post unlocked for a while since every bit of additional money will go to their life in Egypt.

[is-this-fascism]

Please help me survive and escape homelessness.

GFM

KF

CA

I want to be safe by the winter of 2025.

I'm having a difficult time fundraising for my van. Repeated car troubles and various other unexpected issues have eaten into my savings multiple times, and while in a slump I wasn't making as many posts about my situation and I got significantly less donations over the last ~6 weeks on both my gofundme and my kofi/cashapp. While I've 'regained' a lot of what I lost, I've been spending about as much as is coming in. Aside from one instance, my emergency expenses were eaten by my fundraiser savings, which was then gained back about as quickly as I was spending it on my daily expenses. I still haven't reached the goal for the recent $1000 I had to spend on my car.

So far I've lost $2,200 of the $3,100 that's shown on the GFM. I'll be updating the fundraiser to reflect the loss.

I'm autistic and struggle just to meet my basic needs, and despite that I've been denied disability income multiple times. Failing to hold a job (and developing PTSD symptoms from my time being employed), and let down and abandoned by anyone who could support me, I'm left with few resources and few options. I try to make posts when I'm in a good mood, or keep people updated when I'm in a bad mood. I make videos on YouTube, hoping eventually I can show people what their money has gotten for me.

On a good month, I only spend about $600, leaving me some space to save the donations I was previously getting. With winter and the holidays coming, I'm not sure I'll be getting as much money as the warmer months, and I'll be spending more on keeping myself warm and fed over the winter. It will be more like $800/mo now. The only real solution is getting more money than I'm spending, as I'm already spending as little as I safely can.

I'll only take financial advice from someone who has lowered their expenses below mine, with the same disabilities and circumstances as me. What I need is more money, and I don't always have the energy to pay back with art and things like that. I don't even always have the energy to post my pleas for help. I don't have a sponsor to help me make these posts.

I'm in a low energy mode because what can I do with no money? In a state where I have to spend as little as possible, see such slow results, see most of it taken by things outside my control, and somehow keep up hope that this will work?

When I feel safe and have adequate shelter in a van, I'll be able to REST. And then start working harder and making more money one way or another. Whether you think I should suck it up and get a job or you want to see me become a content creator, I need money for any kind of opportunity and I'm just not getting enough.

So, thank you to everyone who's suppported me so far. Thank you to the repeat supports. I'm sorry I had to spend your money on other things. Thank you to the person who covered most of a huge expense I was stressing about a couple months ago. Thank you to the person who sent me $200 to get a hotel and told me to take care of my mental health before saving anything. Thank you to the blogs that have featured my fundraiser in your posts. Thank you to everyone who keeps boosting and cheering me on even though you can't support financially.

I don't know what else I can do to get more people like that to see me. There are so many options on the internet, but it's still a daunting task and as much as I can't really afford to rest, I have to sometimes. Often, in fact.

Please keep boosting this post until my goal is really met. Until I can spend more than $600 a month and actually earn your money rather than beg for it.

[vettelsvee]

Hi love! For your tortured poets department, can I request endgame from the reputation album, lando being the driver please please 🙏

END GAME | Lando Norris

Lando Norris x Friend with benefits Piastri!Reader

SUMMARY: You were used to have random hookups just for fun, including with Lando Norris himself. It's not until he decides to lock both of you up on his driver room and talk about your weird relationship that you don't realize that, deep down, you're willing to settle down your mind and start a dating him ↳ REQUESTED: Yes! Thanks for requesting and hope you like it 💖 Part of REPUTATION in MY TORTURED DRIVERS DEPARTMENT

WORD COUNT: 2745

WARNINGS: Slightly +18 at the end (sorry for leaving it there ☺���), mentions of friends with benefits, spelling with multiple people, angst, curse words

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"You finally decided to show up at a race. I was starting to think you only liked having me naked in your bed behind your brother’s back."

You smiled at the screen, playing with your fingers as you thought how could you answer Lando. Your relationship was based purely on sex, moreover sexting, with barely any real conversations whenever you met, moans and orgasms speaking for you both instead.

You had never felt the need to go beyond that, to involve feelings in your relationship, or at least that’s what you had made clear to Lando before sleeping with him the very first time. You also let him know that, besides him, there were other guys with whom you had no commitments whatsoever.

However, it was with Lando that you spent most of your time. The others were nothing more than a safe escape, an easy way out when the Brit wasn’t around.

"Be grateful that I even came," you finally replied. "And don’t flatter yourself. I came to see my brother, not to make you come before a race."

You hesitated, wondering if your reply was harsh enough to keep him from getting any ideas and, more importantly, to stop him from insisting on meeting up. You weren’t sure how, but you wanted to end that strange relationship before it spiraled out of control because, whether you wanted to admit it or not, you had started to feel something for him.

Yes, just a few weeks ago, you had one of your usual encounters with a friend of one of your best friends. But everything fell apart when, right before reaching your climax, you couldn’t help it: you moaned Lando’s name instead.

That was what made you question what exactly you felt for Norris and why the label of friends with benefits seemed to be fading away.

"Don’t play dumb, Piastri. See you at the motorhome. You know exactly where."

You huffed. Of course, you knew exactly where you’d be meeting. After all, ever since your brother became a Formula 1 driver, you had visited his teammate’s personal room more than Oscar’s.

With a sigh, making sure neither your mother nor your sisters were nearby, you got up, grabbed the plastic cup that still had a bit of coffee left, and walked with as much determination as you could muster toward McLaren’s motorhome, finishing your drink along the way.

As you walked, mentally preparing a script in case things got tense with Lando, you greeted the people you knew, or at least those who knew you as Y/N Piastri. Lewis was genuinely happy to see you and even stopped to chat, but you excused yourself, saying you had already made plans. Fernando gave you a knowing look, as if trying to figure out what exactly you were about to do with a certain driver.

Even your brother crossed paths with you at the entrance to McLaren’s motorhome. You managed to lie to him, partially, saying Lando had asked you to take a few pictures of him before the race.

Oscar gave you a strange look, then rolled his eyes, offered a small smile and told you to enjoy whatever it was you both were about to do.

You said nothing, but you knew your twin brother well enough to realize he already had a pretty good idea of what you were up to with Norris. Not that you tried too hard to hide it.

When you reached Lando’s room, you didn’t even have to knock. The door opened instantly, revealing a slightly tired-looking Lando with a cup in his hand. His race suit was already on but zipped only to his waist, leaving the top half hanging loose. His team cap was still on, though it didn’t last long since he took it off and tossed it aside within seconds.

He grinned from ear to ear, like he had been waiting for you with far too much anticipation.

"Come in. Make yourself at home," he said with that mischievous tone you were so used to hearing, though something about it felt slightly different this time.

You walked inside without hesitation, crossing your arms and ignoring him, except for the occasional sideways glance to see if he would do or say something before you did. Unfortunately, he didn’t.

"If you wanted a quick fuck before the race you could’ve just said so, you know?"

"I don’t think today’s the best day to fuck you and let everyone hear," he replied. "At least, not yet. Today, we’re going to talk."

"We don’t talk, Lando," you shot back, feeling an internal alarm go off. "And when we do, it’s just to ask about the safe word of the day, what we want to do to each other, and how close we are to coming."

"Well, maybe it’s time we started talking, don’t you think so?"

His answer took you completely by surprise. Your gazes remained locked on each other, and you felt the atmosphere grow tense.

For the first time in a long while, there was no excuse you could use to avoid that conversation with Lando. Maybe the fact that you had been ignoring him for the past few weeks was enough to make him realize that there was a chance—however small—that things had changed between you two.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the growing sense of unease settling in your chest. Lando kept looking at you with that same intensity he always did, except this time… it was different. It wasn’t the first time you found yourselves in a situation like this, where there were a thousand unsaid things hanging between you, waiting to be voiced. But it was the first time, at least on your part, where feelings were involved beyond pure physical desire.

"I don’t think there’s anything to talk about," you said as nonchalantly as possible, but your tense posture betrayed you.

Lando set his cup down on the table beside him. Then, he sat on the edge, crossing his arms again, and reached for your hands only for you to pull away and take a step back.

"I think you know exactly what we need to talk about," he replied calmly. His voice was lower than usual, and you felt the heat grow between your legs. You shook your head, feeling guilty and doing your best to push away that sudden, but familiar, awakening in your body.

"You’ve been avoiding me, Y/N. And don’t tell me you haven’t, because you were in Monaco and never called me to meet up… to see each other," he added, his voice laced with something unreadable. "In fact, we usually sext almost every day, and you didn’t even bother to tell me what  new lingerie set you bought for when you came over."

"I didn’t tell you I was coming to Miami either."

Your reply, rather than making you sound indifferent, exposed you completely. Lando raised an eyebrow, as if he had caught you red-handed. That was when you realized you had seriously screwed up.

"I haven’t been avoiding you, Lando. I’ve just been busy," you insisted.

"Busy? You mean busy by ignoring me?" He scoffed, ironic. His expression turned much more serious now, and you started to worry about where this might lead. "Tell me the truth, Y/N. What’s going on? What’s happening with you?" he emphasized.

You averted your gaze, pretending to take interest in the room’s decoration, a room you already knew by heart. You knew you couldn’t keep dodging the topic, but you also had no idea how to confront it without changing everything you had so far. It was impossible to put into words what you felt for Lando, not when your relationship had always been purely physical. And especially not when there was a real chance you were just confused… and, well, you couldn’t forget the possibility that he might only see you as his hookup.

"Nothing’s wrong," you finally responded.

"I thought we were always honest with each other," Lando sighed, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

You felt your throat tighten. It was hard to breathe. You had been honest, at least when it came to the unrestricted desire between you, to touching each other without attachments, to seeking comfort in one another without questions that went beyond your wildest fantasies. You had avoided anything personal.

But now, you were slowly breaking the unspoken rules that had kept you in perfect balance until this moment.

"I’ve been busy, Lando, and the last thing I wanted was to deal with you, alright?" you insisted, trying to sound as convincing as possible. "Things should have stayed the way they were until, according to you, I started ignoring you."

"No, Y/N, things aren’t like that," the Brit denied, shaking his head. He stepped closer, cornering you against the wall. "If you don’t want to face something because you’re afraid of rejection, just tell me. But, for fuck’s sake, don’t act like I did something wrong, because you’re killing me."

"Lando…"

"Stop insisting that nothing is happening between us, when that’s exactly what makes me think the opposite."

His confession caught you completely off guard. His words—clear, direct, and without a hint of sarcasm, threw you off… especially because you knew he was right.

You felt the urge to run, to disappear, to pretend none of this had ever happened. Most of all, you wanted to deny yourself any romantic thought you had ever had about Oscar’s teammate.

When you lowered your gaze, Lando moved back slightly, giving you space and making sure he didn’t overwhelm you more than you already seemed to be. You sighed, trying to relax once again, but before you could say anything, he spoke first.

"Tell me nothing’s wrong between us, Y/N Piastri," he said softly. "If nothing has really changed, if everything is the same between us… dare to look at  me in the eyes and say it."

Your chest tightened. You couldn’t run away, not when Lando had you emotionally cornered, teetering on the edge of an explosion. Your breathing was unsteady, heavy. Your mind screamed at you to find an excuse, anything that would let you stay true to yourself regardless of what happened next.

Lando waited, unmoving, his blue eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made you tremble for the first time in your life—without him even touching you. It was the first time he had shown himself to you like this: so vulnerable and yet so determined at the same time.

"Nothing is wrong between us, Lando Norris," you finally whispered, forcing the words out, ignoring both your heart and the boy standing in front of you.

"Say it again, but this time, look me in the eyes."

He didn’t move an inch. He knew you were lying; your posture gave you away—the way you avoided his gaze, the way your fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt and your accreditation pass…

You squeezed your eyes shut tightly. You had no choice… at least, not entirely.

Lifting your gaze, you met his blue eyes once again. Your lips parted slightly, ready to try and let out a lie convincing enough for both him and yourself.

But it was impossible. You couldn’t keep doing this, not when, deep down, and no matter how hard you tried to deny it, you felt something more than just pleasure for Lando Norris. The fear of rejection… it terrified you. The thought of him turning you away, of losing what you had with him, was unbearable.

"Lando…"

"You don’t have to say it if you’re not ready," he interrupted. "But please… stop pushing me away. Stop making this to us."

"It’s just…"

Nothing. No matter how much you tried to explain yourself, to find a logical enough reason for your sudden ghosting, you couldn’t.

"It’s just what, Y/N?" the Brit pressed. "Are you afraid to take a risk? To admit something because you’re scared of what might happen next? Because you don’t want to change the life you’ve had until now? Because you want to…?"

Lando forced himself to stop. He ran his hands through his hair, exasperated, turning his back to you. Guilt hit you immediately, your body trembling as the storm inside you began to break free. The driver rubbed his face, frustration radiating from him. This was exhausting him. You were exhausting him, to the point where he was starting to doubt his own feelings. Feelings that had started to grow the moment he realized it hurt when you ignored him, when you didn’t even send him a simple "Hey."

"I wish this were different, Y/N," he finally murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he turned to face you again. "I wish you didn’t make me feel like this. I wish I could just be content with what we had before and pretend none of this was happening…"

Your stomach twisted painfully. That was exactly what you had been thinking, the very reason you had pulled away from him and from whatever this was. You had ignored the fact that your feelings for Lando Norris had become something much stronger—maybe they had been there for far longer than you were willing to admit.

"Lando, listen" You tried to step closer, but he pulled away.

"No, Y/N, no," he said bitterly. "I tried convincing myself there was a reason you were ignoring me, acting like I was nothing to you, and then it hit me that I really want you as more than just someone to fuck."

"That…" you struggled to say, stepping toward him. This time, Lando didn’t stop you. The sincerity in your eyes, the way you looked both calm and nervous at the same time, made him realize he had to trust his instincts. And that was exactly what they were telling him.

"That’s what I wanted to tell you," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, but Lando still heard you. "That’s why I kept you on standby for two weeks… I knew this would change everything, that you’d react badly, that we’d end up fighting, and I… I didn’t know how to face the possibility of you rejecting… this."

Lando stared at you in surprise before a sad smile crept onto his lips.

"Y/N… I’ve always been good at reading signals, but this has been driving me fucking crazy."

"And you think it’s not been making me feel the same?" you shot back, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.

Lando stepped closer, taking your hands in his. You didn’t resist, feeling how the both of you tensed at the contact. His lips inched toward yours, and when they finally met, the kiss was so fierce, so full of passion, that you ended up straddling him on the couch, moving against him, desperate to feel him. Even though you both knew there was still a race in two hours.

"I don’t want to touch you like this, Y/N," Norris whispered against your ear as you left small bites along his neck. "Y/N, stop it babe…"

"I don’t wanna be just another ex-love to you, Lando…" you murmured between kisses, still searching for friction between your bodies.

"And I don’t wanna miss you like your other lovers do, babe…"

This time, Lando gripped your waist firmly, flipping you onto the couch beneath him. His eyes never left yours as he carefully lifted your shirt and started massaging your breasts over your bra.

"I wanna be your end game, Y/N," Lando breathed, unable to tear his gaze away from you.

Your breath came out in shallow pants, and you felt like you were teetering on the edge. Your hands gripped the unfastened gear around his waist, tugging lightly to keep him close.

"Then prove it."

"I have a race in two hours, love…" he murmured, his voice rough as he pressed his forehead to yours, his arousal growing.

"Then you better be quick," you teased, running your hands over his abs beneath the fireproof. "Especially if you don’t want Osc to hear us…"

"You’re gonna be the death of me one day, Y/N Piastri," Lando groaned as he trailed his fingers up your thighs, lowering himself before you. "Now, open your legs for me... You deserve a punishment after being such a bad, bad girl these past few days…"

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Shadows and Snow Angels

Chapter 1 - A little bundle

Azriel x Reader, Azriel x child OCs

Normally when your mate Azriel comes home from the camps and asks you not to get mad it's because he brought home another wounded animal, not a baby boy...

Word count: 1.4k

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Requested: Sorta. This prompt wasn't requested to me per se, but I saw @romantasyreader28 made a post wanting someone to write it and it inspired me.

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Series warnings: past emotional abuse, past physical abuse, past emotional trauma, non explicit thoughts of suicide, depression, parental doubt, child abandonment, past child abandonment, brief talk of past pregnancy. no details mentioned, mention of non explicit SA. Every chapter will be individually tagged.

Author's note: I just wanted to say that this prompt pulled me out of a really bad writing slump after my co-writer/biscuit making master childhood kitty unfortunately passed about 2 months ago. So thank you @romantasyreader28, this story really helped me get back into writing and I hope you really enjoy it. It did deviate slightly from your original prompt but I hope that the fact that this will be a series makes up for it. Enjoy!

Author's note 2: hey so I lied, I got a boost of energy and actually finished this early, so I'm only 1 day late. I'm going to try and put a fic or drabble out every Friday but please be aware I'm in the middle of moving so if I miss a day or am late, it's probably for good reason.

Chapter warnings: brief talk of past child abandonment, non explicit memories of child abuse, brief mention of being pregnant, implied SA, some cursing but not much.

See normally when your mate Azriel comes home from the camps and asks you not to be mad, it's because he brought home another wounded animal, not a baby boy...

"Please don't be upset, Devlon said that if someone didn't take him then he was going to send him off to another camp and he would end up just like Cass... I couldn't just leave him like that." His Shadows reached out to you invitingly, curling and spinning like they were excited. "Love, please say something..."

Your mate never rambled, it wasn't in his nature and that's what shocked you the most to be honest. So you sat where you were on the couch, mid bite of pizza, trying to figure out if he actually adopted a baby without telling you, or if he just decided to babysit Nyx for the night and is pranking you. No, no he definitely adopted a baby and didn't tell you, that sounds about right for him.

"Azriel, tell me that this is a prank and that, THAT little boy is just our nephew in a table cloth..." You set down your plate of food and walked over to your mate, Shadows now running up your back and sitting on your shoulders calmly. You knew, you just had a feeling in your gut that he was not just joking around.

Azriel was clutching the small bundle to his chest as if it would disappear if he loosened his grip even slightly. You came and pulled back the fabric to see a small Illyrian infant tightly wrapped in a tattered excuse of a baby blanket. You gasped and clapped a hand over your mouth as you saw the most precious little thing, he had no clothes but the blanket. A lithe inky Shadow jumped from your hand and into the little boy. It nuzzled his cheek lovingly before returning to rest under your mates wing.

You scooped the baby up out of Azriels arms before he could react and practically ran upstairs to the nursery. You quickly set him on the changing table and unfurled the raggy fabric. The poor thing didn't even have a diaper just mess of fabric pinned against him. You didn't have to even leave the changing station seeing as the shadows that followed you up the stairs had a clean garment waiting right next to you. As you were changing him into a fresh, actual diaper, you heard Azriel's footsteps coming up the stairs behind you.

"Babe, I know that you have a perfectly reasonable explanation but your timing is kind of horrible Azzie..." You said only half joking as you handed him the baby back gently and grabbed the nearest actual blanket to wrap around him snuggly. You quickly ran to dress your sleeping baby girl is some warm clothes and a blanket too. Barely 2 weeks old and the little Astrid was already mixed into the family drama.

"Where are we going?" Azriel asked tentatively. He was holding the baby like a statue, only holding him right because of how you handed him over. Azriel's Shadows swarmed Astrid the moment you set her down to go nuzzle and love on her. You had taught them to be careful to not completely smother her. It was said that a Shadowsinger's Shadows would only listen to their master. Maybe it was the mating bond, maybe they just liked you but sometimes it seemed that the inky void that shrouds your mate, liked you better.

"Az, you know how to hold a baby, you know cuz your and Uncle... And a Father..." You set your still sleeping daughter back in her crib for a moment and padded over and cradle your mates face in your hand, your other intertwined with his scared one gently. "I'm not mad at you. Just, you do realize that we've only had Astrid for a couple of weeks and now... Raising two infants at once isnt easy. i mean look at a your brother. Rhys is one of the most put together males I know and he's been a reck with only Nyx to worry about."

"I know, and I'm sorry for not telling you. I was afraid if I didn't bring him home now Devlon might have sent him off before I could get back." Azriels shoulders seemed to finally relax a shadow falling from his mess of curls to sit around his neck calming. His grip on the swaddled little one became natural again. "You still didn't tell me where we are going, it past 1 in the morning."

You picked up Astrid, shooing away the inky void that doted on her constantly and walked to your bedroom to grab your shoes and your coat. Azriel stood in the hallway that lead back downstairs, waiting for you patiently. He was bouncing the little boy in his arms gently, this parental instincts finally coming back to him when the little one started to cry.

"Feyre always said that we could head over to the river house in a time of emergency and I'm declaring 'we just adopted a little boy with no clothes or anything we need to take care for a second baby,' an emergency. She probably still has some clothes that is too small for Nyx laying around, for now at least."

You both decided to walk the short distance to you home to the giant river house. Your daughters wings fluttered at the feel of snowflakes melting on the every so often. You both walked close together, as you usually did, babys in arms, the quiet of velaris washed over the two of you like a blanket. You could feel Azriel's Shadows almost climbing up your legs and coming to rest on your shoulders to admire their masters daughter.

"Ok..." You said slowly your head clearing with the fresh chilled air. "I'm not mad, stressed the fuck out, but I'm not mad.. But I'm going to ask some questions and I need better than 'I don't know', ok?" You needed to hear what happened, as much as it happens, it's rare for a baby to end up with no one and you wanted to know everything about this little life that you were about to add to your family.

Azriel nodded his head, his eyes trailed over the white city. As tense as he always looked, Azriel's Shadows curled up under his wings comfortably. He cradled the infant tightly to his chest, scarred fingers gently played with the edge of the blanket as you both walked. Normally the Shadows would flock to you when you had Astrid but they seemed to have divided, wanting to look over and cuddle both babys.

"Does he have a name?" You start with. As you cross the Sidra you can smell the food coming from the rainbow. You could even hear the faint sound of music booming, Rita's not being far away. You still can't believe that days of going out and partying until sunrise with your family wouldn't be an option for a long, long while.

"Not that I know of." He shrugged, adjusting the blanket so the infants wings fan out comfortably after he started to fuss. The boy seemed to be a calm baby so far but you would be taking him to madja bright and early tomorrow just to make sure nothing was wrong.

"How old is he?"

"Devlon said he's somewhere around 6 months old, but he didn't know specifics. He just said that his father was killed in the blood rite this year and his mother was... Like I said, he would have been just another Cass..." He bounced the little boy in his arms, more to soothe himself than the baby. "I just..."

You shook your hands before he could continue. Your blood boiled in your veins, and you had to take multiple deep breaths to keep from crying. You loved your mate dearly, and his brothers were your family, the best you could have asked for but Illyrians in general made you so angry most of the time! They treat females like property and they steal them just the same. Then the female gets shamed for being pregnant without a husband or killed seems like in this case it was the latter... If he really was like Cass, you prayed to the Cauldron that his mother had a peaceful second life after what she no doubt endured.

"Well, if we're going to keep him, he's going to need a name." You said with a smile as you neared the side walk that lead up to the river house. Your mate had the biggest heart and the kindest soul, you didn't care what anyone said, you knew him best. This male brought home countless animals so he could nurse them back to health. He always made sure that nothing bad happened to those animals. He would buy medicine and bandages and countless other things to try and heal them and if they didn't make it, they earned a spot in your backyard with the other rainbow pets, as Azriel likes to call them. If the Mother sent him a baby then she meant for us to be the ones to love him.

Azriel thought for a bit. He only looked up once we stood at the front door of his brother's home.

"What about Rhain?" A shadow flew up and wrapped around the door knocker, knocking loudly before returning to your mates shoulder.

"Why Rhain?" You asked before knocking again louder this time before you saw a light turn on inside meaning you got somes attention.

Azriel shrugged his shoulders and shook his head with the smallest smile coming to rest over his face. He looked down at the bundled little baby with a fondness you only seen him show to your daughter. You heard shuffling on the other side of the door and smiled at your mate before your brother in law opened the door, looking very much worse for wear.

"Rhain it is."

FYI Rhain, pronounced Rain or Rine, either is fine means strength, power, resistance, and potential. It also means 'the spear' in Welsh.

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the posts i've made boosting the campaigns of gazans that have reached out to me have stagnated so i've decided to make a new post to bring more attention to them again. here are the fundraisers:

Abdallah Mousa: GFM ($3,442/$30,000), Paypal. vetted here

Ahmed Alanqar: GFM (€82,574/€100,000) vetted here

Ibrahim Hussein: GFM ($53,790/$100,000), Paypal, vetted here

Mohammed Iwais: GFM (kr785,402/kr800,000) vetted here

Nour Ashour: GFM (£10,978/£80,000) vetted here

Youssef Al-Habeel: GFM (€25,260/€30,000) vetted here (#406)

i don't really know what to say anymore. i keep trying to find new ways to motivate people to donate but just don't know. there are only a limited amount of ways you can say "please donate to these people who are suffering hell so they can continue to survive". but i'll try again anyways: please, if you have money to spare, donate to one or multiple of these fundraisers. and if you decide to do so make it soon because not only do they need it, don't think "i will donate later" and forget to do it or get busy with something else (cause i know this is the adhd website). don't let your forgetfulness cost people.

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Please help my best friend save their teeth!

Hello, my name is Tulip and I made this blog as a supplementary way to boost the GoFundMe campaign currently underway for my best friend Peyton's dental expenses.

Peyton has been my best friend for seven years now, and for as long we’ve known each other they’ve had to deal with a multitude of dental issues. They were recently able to visit a dentist for the first time in over a decade, and it was only after their broken tooth had gotten so bad, they were unable to eat, sleep, or do anything but try and distract themselves from the pain. We were able to get that tooth extracted, but due to the cost the remaining issues have gone untreated. If they aren’t able to get more work done soon they’ll end up needing root canals for the worst two.

The priority right now are two teeth-- #19 and #29 in the diagram. Those are the pair causing the most pain and can be fixed with crowns--so long as they're treated ASAP. An appointment has been made for March 18th, with the estimated total coming out at $1,088.60 after the amount covered by insurance. This will be our short-term goal to reach.

I'm sure many of you reading this have personally experienced mouth pain, so you can imagine how hard this has been on Peyton. They've been dealing with most of these since they were still in high school. I don't want them to have to live with this burden anymore or have to give up teeth that can very much be saved! Any amount donated will put us that much closer to bringing them some relief. If you can’t donate, please consider sharing. Thank you for reading!

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40k SANGUINUS PERMANENTLY SCARRED FROM HIS FIGHT WITH HORUS YESSSSSSSS!!! I am frankly obsessed with this concept, been thinking about it for months. May I please ask for some elaboration on how you'd see this go? also maybe perhaps some more 40k Sang doodle requests, being a tattered angel suits him incredibly well. I love him so much and I love the way you draw him 🥺🥺🥺🥺

ARGHHH im glad at least one person seems to be as obsessed with it as I.

As for the elaboration:

SANGUINIUS REBIRTH AU!

To preface this i am not well versed in the books, i dont have the money to afford them, and the entire concept hinges on the rule of cool (which is par for the course i imagine!)

Takes place during the events of "The devastation of Baal"

A canon divergence, in which the hive fleet is capable of breaching the Blood angels' main chapel and reaching Sanguinius' tomb.

It's engulfed in a case of molten gold but I don't think that ever stopped tyranids from having a good snack.

And a good snack they have!

From what I've read about online, tyranids cannot replicate the powers of warp-based entities, so I humored the idea that the consumption of warp tainted flesh might have some jarring side effects on them.

The change is not sudden, only noticable upon the second wave, the tyranids are a formidable foe, for sure have gained some power up from the angel's body, wings and other boosts.

They also begun to cannibalise eachother, courtesy of the red thirst. A flaw in the gene that was impossible to seperate from the useful parts.

Present hive tyrants become compromised too, in spite of their resistance to Daemons, they are seized by a force that runs through the Angel's very DNA.

It compromises the swarm, leading to a swift dispatch. Not before they caused some significant damage.

The reason for Sanguinius' return would be spurred on by the death of a major character: Dante. Another canon divergence, when sanguinius talks to dante as he's dying, he doesnt revive him.

Seeing that the Hive has killed his most prized son using his genes as a template, he takes matters into his own hands, and allows the man to finaly, FINALY rest. However, as much as it pained him, he had to consume his soul to gain the power necessary to influence the materium.

Which is how he managed to manipulate the mutated tyranids into being more vulnerable! Bypassing their immunity to the warp by manipulating the very genetic material they stole from him (and which he could still exert his influence onto).

However, due to some inexplicable reason, perhaps the primarch in him desiring to live once more. Like a virus, posessing a wayward cell to produce more of its kind, the body of the Angel was reconstructed using tyranid biomass (It was NOT part of his plan, he blames his subconscious. Or perhaps an eargerness to escape the chaos gods' pestering..)

Congratulations! Its a sanguinius! I muse to myself, im glad the tyranids dont have the capacity to feel body horror.

Alternatively: his body was simply consumed whole by a large tyranid and he used that as a starting point to patch everything up

What follows suit im not sure, but 3 possibilities:

1) In the aftermath, while surveying the carnage, Guilliman senses the unmistakable aura of his brother, and cuts him out of the bowels of the beast.

2) he is discovered by a team of blood angels sent to recover the body of the fallen, they become highly protective of him and might keep his discovery under wraps, in fear of misunderstanding (which is understandable, a primarch that popped out of a tyranid is highly suspicious)

3) Crawled out on his own. Discovered by a group of nomads while he was aimlessly wandering the Baal desert.

And yea, thats all!

[mangocheesecakes]

I feel really bad that I haven't been able to post Ahmad Waleed (@ahmadwaleeed)'s fundraiser as much on my blog for the past couple of weeks. I tried as much as I could to boost his fundraiser alongside Mohamed/Rewaa's, Yousef's and the others but I got overwhelmed with irl stuff (I couldn't find a place that would hire me despite interviewing with so many prospective employees.)

I took over the raffle for Ahmad from rafflesforpalestine where I was raffling off a crocheted purse, but I haven't received any submissions over at @rosesraffles. I feel bad that the item that I made may not have encouraged people to donate to Ahmad, but I'm hoping that I was still able to get some people to give what they can and they just chose not to enter the raffle anymore (I did indicate that I could only ship to people in the PH because the shipping costs overseas is too much and I'm still very broke, so that could be the reason why.)

I'm really sorry that I couldn't do more, but please don't stop supporting Ahmad's fundraiser. As of this post he is still only at $4,607 of his very low $10,000 goal, with only 3 donations received so far today.

Let's help Ahmad get to at least $4,700 today. We just need 10 people who can give $10 each, or 20 people with even just $5 each. Please consider donating to help Ahmad reach his goal and reblog this post so it reaches more people.

(This is a vetted fundraiser as it is one of the gofundmes included in the rafflesforpalestine project. Ahmad is at #167, line 171 of the Vetted Fundraisers List.)

[buttercuparry]

News of massacres, of IOF aggression in Gaza never stops hitting you. Recently the IOF attack on al-Mawasi camp martyred 40 Gazans and the horror upon horror of it is that the occupation forces are using weapons that vapourize human bodies. This cruelty is not new and it has become a daily occurrence for almost a year now. Every camp, every humanitarian zone has been bombed and attacked repeatedly – from Jabalia to al-Mawasi, nowhere is safe and still Gazans are trying their best to survive however they can. So in light of this, I want to bring attention to Kareman’s campaign who nearly ESCAPED DEATH today when al-Mawasi camp was attacked.

Kareman ( @karemandohan1999 ) has been trying to fundraise for almost TWO MONTHS!! All she wants to do is protect her son, Hamoud, who is only 14 months old and she is still shaking from thinking about how close she came to losing her family in this genocide. I don't have much to say myself but I will let you hear from her directly:

Dear Friends, I'm sharing here an update as we have reached 300 terrible days since the onset of this nightmare. 

The goal has always been clear: my family and their safety come first and foremost, followed by essential supplies, drinking water, medicine, and other necessities that any household must have. The challenges are many. 

For months, we have been planning to evacuate to a safer place, that's why we wanted to make a fundraiser to help this purpose. That dream was shattered when the Rafah crossing was closed three months ago. Since then, we have adjusted our priorities.

When you see your family's difficult situation, you will spend everything you have on their comfort, no matter the cost. The focus now is on basic necessities such as food, and drinking water, and expensive medicine so we can manage the widespread diseases and epidemics. The situation in Gaza has gone from bad to worse. The prices are rising and the increasing frequency of new displacements. 

Nowhere is safe. It can be difficult to express the full picture of our suffering - words are inadequate. We miss our normal lives. We miss who we used to be...

Kareman is very scared and has been traumatized. She has been displaced so many times all to escape the IOF aggression and yet today she was almost at death's door. So please help her. She has told me that her family has not managed to even buy a tent and that they have been using sleeping covers to construct a makeshift shelter. They are also living very close to a garbage dumping site that is a breeding ground for epidemics. All in all, Kareman  wants to move immediately to a safer location but currently has no money to spare for anything except for a small amount of food and water.  

SO PLEASE BOOST and DONATE!! This is an emergency – Hamoud is getting sick from both the sand blowing in past their flimsy shelter and from the smell of the garbage and today after escaping death, the whole family is feeling very unsure and scared. Do whatever you can. Anything helps..

Currently at $7,836 / $50,000 USD.

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[thebibliosphere]

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Hello Tumblr! I am posting this on behalf of the Queer Liberation Library, who don't yet have a Tumblr, but have promised me they're working on it. Some of you may remember them from the Twitter Poll I was involved in a few months ago where Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites beat multiple award-winning, trad-pub queer authors with a hefty 69% (nice).

For those of you unaware, the Queer Liberation Library, or QLL, is an organization fighting to build a vibrant, flourishing queer future by connecting LGBTQ+ people with literature, information, and resources that celebrate the unique and empowering diversity of our community.

And today, June 12th, 2023, they launched their fundraiser to try and reach 15k so that they can start purchasing digital licensing for queer media and hopefully open their digital doors to library patrons across the US in 2023 with as many queer and trans books as possible.

You can check out their newly redesigned website here:

(If you are in an unsafe space and need to exit the webpage quickly, there is a quick exit bar at the top that redirects to a weather page. When I spoke to them about their web design they were also open to accessibility suggestions and are potentially working on a dark mode for those of us who need it.)

If you know me, you know I am unequivocally pro-library, both as a reader and a queer writer. But with the current rise of homophobia, transphobia, and the proposed ban on books taking hold in certain States, the importance of having protected access queer books cannot be over-emphasized enough.

The QLL aims to protect that access, aiming to provide FREE access to queer and trans media (ebook and audio) to patrons regardless of location within the United States.

They are funded entirely through regular donations from their supporters and their now annual Pride fundraiser, where they hope to afford the cost of not just library books but also maintaining their web presence and staff.

I cannot emphasize enough how much this project is a labor of love for everyone involved and its importance.

And just to clarify, I am not involved in any way beyond raising awareness. When QLL reached out and asked me to retweet their fundraiser tweets, I readily agreed and offered to post about it on Tumblr because I believe in their mission and the world they are trying to build.

One where queer and trans books can't be banned or taken off of shelves because of bigotry and hatred.

If you would like to donate to the cause, you can do so here:

They've already surpassed their first 2k, and it'd be absolutely wonderful if we could help them reach their next milestone. And if you can't give, please consider signal boosting this post.

You can also follow QLL at:

Twitter: @queerliblib 

Instagram: @queerliblib 

Tiktok: @queerliblib

[librarygarten]

had this on my mind for a month, but the chain with a reader who is a magical girl, like the chain thinks the reader is just a regular person, then they’re suddenly in a dress that’s impractical for battle, but they’re absolutely kicking ass.

I don't want to put too much pressure on you writing an entire thing for this, so I would just like headcanons of their reactions or if they had a feeling that the reader was hiding something :3

sorry if this is written a bit oddly, I tried my best to make sure it was clear TwT

That sounds hilarious ngl. Hope you don't mind I kept these on the shorter side this time!

Chain x Magical Girl! Reader

This was bad. The monsters just kept coming. The chain was getting exhausted. You had to help. With a determined nod to your animal companion, you reach into your purse and pull out your wand. The clearing is bathed in light as you transform, momentarily making the fighting cease as monsters and heroes alike shield their eyes.

Your traveling outfit, drab but practical, melts away into something more fitting for the occasion: tall boots, a skirt, and, of course, dozens of flowing ribbons.

The first monster doesn’t even have time to react when you launch yourself at it, leaping up and kicking it directly in the face. The heel of your boot digs into its eye, and it screams before collapsing into a pile of dark sludge.

You cut through the rest of the monsters like a hot knife through butter. Leaping gracefully about the clearing, bashing in skulls with your wand as your outfit flows gracefully behind you. Moments later, the forest is quiet. You turn to your companions, about to ask if they’re okay, only to be met with their shocked expressions.

“Y/N, what in Hylia’s name was that.”

Sky isn’t sure what he’s looking at, at first. How did you change so quickly? Why were you suddenly so good at fighting? Were you an incarnate deity, like his Zelda? He’s got a million questions that he’s too polite to ask you. 

Four’s jaw is on the floor. How could you get rid of so many monsters wearing such a weird outfit? He’s going to try to figure out how your wand works so he can give you actual armor when you transform. Don’t get him wrong, your outfit is cute, but there’s practically no protection!

Time immediately thinks of the Fierce Deity. Your ridiculous outfit change seems a bit too familiar for comfort. He’ll ask where you acquired such a power, and try to figure out what kind of deity would dress… like that.

The only thing Hyrule can think to compare you to is a fairy. Your pretty clothes and the way you seem to float around the battlefield are downright magical. He can feel the power radiating off of you, and honestly, it kind of scares him.

Legend just assumes you have an incredibly powerful magical artifact. Technically, he’s not wrong. He might scold you for not pulling it out sooner.

Twilight knows what it’s like to transform, but his is a lot less… fancy. He had a suspicion you were hiding something (because HE’S been hiding Wolfie and can recognize when someone is keeping a similar secret) but he was expecting you to have a “dark” power like he does, not… glitter city.

Warriors will chew you out for not telling him that you could do that sooner. Having another magic user on the team is useful, especially with how competent it makes you in battle. (If he had a nickel for everyone on the team that could suddenly transform into a super-powered version of themselves accompanied by a complete outfit change, he’d have two nickels. Please reassure him it’s not like FD. He already worries about his kid so much he has gray hairs at 25).

Wild is no stranger to magical clothes. He just assumes the outfit boosts your attack or something. It is cool how you can change so fabulously, though. Can you teach him how to do it?

Wind wants to use your wand. He can borrow it for a little bit, right? Please? He wants a magical girl transformation, too :[