#reblog helps too

[ourladyofeternity]

Hey everyone, let's talk

It feels like forever since I last posted here, so settle in because this is going to be quite the read.

First things first, I'm Elizabeth (or Ely, Elle, Ellie—whatever works), a 29-year-old from Mexico (hence the broken English). I'm passionate about all things art, but music, particularly singing, has always been my true love. It's been my lifeline since I can remember, even if I'm not exactly a prodigy!

My journey in the arts has been anything but conventional. It all started when I joined the "Orquesta Sinfónica Esperanza Azteca" program at 14, and for nearly a decade, music was my world. Then, life threw its curveballs—I went to college, started working, and, well, the funny pandemic happened, I was homeless for a bit. Amidst all this, I've also been navigating life with anxiety, depression, and what I suspect might be autism and ADHD.

But let's talk about the bright spots—the arts. In 2022, I stumbled upon a tiny theater school offering workshops in musical theater (that I must emphasize, these have not been produced with lucrative ends, meaning we do not earn money from these, we pretty much as students and company propose the plays and then we do the work from adaptation to production, etc), and this year I will be presenting my fifth, which will be Sweeney Todd - School Edition (♪It's me, hi, I am Lucy, it's me♪), amongst the production we have participated recently in a very important competition, the Performer Cup, where we won the first place, and here we are gearing up for the World Pass in Italy this September.

Now, here's where you come in. I need your help to make this dream a reality. We're aiming to raise $3,000 USD to cover travel, accommodation, and other expenses. But beyond that, I want to extend this fundraising effort to support other team members facing financial barriers.

I'll leave links below to videos, photos, and fundraising platforms. Your support means the world to me, whether it's through donations, sharing this post, or simply cheering us on.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for sticking with me through it all. Let's make this journey to Italy together!

With love and gratitude, Elizabeth

[schizoaffectively]

You are well within your right to be angry about the help you didn't get and should have gotten.

You are well within your right to be angry about having your needs neglected.

You are well within your right to be angry.

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

I have a short fuse when it comes to things like this. They’ll be too loud or something and I’d snap and tell them to stop…

Neurodivergent Girl

[charpeach]

college days

based on an irl interaction with my dormmate and our mutual friend lol

[allthepandasintheworld]

tonight's mood is listening to disease by lady gaga on repeat (i probably wont finish this sketch but like. guys)

[glowing-blue-feathermage]

[forgetme-eternally-blissfully]

Choi Han, for a test from a god, is sent to an unknown land with "Cale."

Choi Han, upon arrival, realizes something is strange about this Cale. He's got a similar appearance to his own Cale but the eyes are sharper, with a witty bite to his tongue and a quick sneer always at the ready.

He's clearly confused and distressed about being in a strange place with a strange person but he does his best to not let it show. His hand reaches for a bottle of alcohol that isn't there.

Choi Han thinks that this Cale isn't like his Cale at all.

Choi Han has a hunch that this Cale is the one from before Kim Rok Soo's possession. It makes sense. So he isn't his Cale.

However, though Choi Han wants to become cold to this stranger version of Cale, when he looks into those red-brown eyes and sees fear, he draws back. It's an instinctual feeling that he gets, right as Cale is spitting more vile words to cover up the trembling in his hands, that he doesn't want to see even a terrible Cale be afraid of him.

This doesn't stop them from arguing. Through towns, forests, deserts, they both learn on an intimate level that they would never, ever get along. Cale is too loud, too threatening, and Choi Han can't resist from debating with this strange Cale about morals, of all things. They argue constantly.

Though they argue, Choi Han can't help himself from sometimes mistaking this Cale for his own. He tells himself it's because they look alike.

They're both in the midst of an argument when a noble-like individual approaches them with cloying words, which seek to lure them inside of the noble's home. Choi Han is suspicious, but before he has the chance to decline, Cale steps in front of Choi Han and demands to speak to the noble who wants to see them.

The noble-like individual turns out to be the servant of a more powerful man, something that Cale saw through immediately.

Choi Han is stunned.

How did this, this trashy Cale with no moral upstanding, clock the intentions of a person so quickly and accurately?

He asks him directly. Cale shrugs. Choi Han believes he's mistaken when Cale's eyes flicker with calculating intent. They don't discuss it further.

Little moments like these keep occurring. Cale does something impressive, Choi Han inquires, and Cale downplays it with a sneer or an insult and refuses to speak about it again. It's weird and strange but it's familiar. Extremely so. Not the insulting, and the sneer is too odd to be his own Cale's face, but it's familiar in the sense that they both underestimate themselves. They both refuse to acknowledge what lies under the surface of their visage.

This Cale is a strange individual. He swears and laughs and grins, he's too calm about their situation, and it's difficult to get through to him when he makes up his mind about something. But the strangest thing is that all of these things remind Choi Han of his Cale.

Finally, it all comes down to a final battle. One more fight and both himself and this Cale can go back to where they belong. Choi Han is ready.

Cale receives a power from a book before the battle and it's unlike anything Choi Han has ever seen. But the coughing up of blood makes him have Cale swear to never use it. Cale swears.

Choi Han makes Cale promise to stay on the sideline and not approach. Cale easily agrees.

They get to the last stage, the last time they'll see each other again, and the villain of this world is too powerful. It's as if he weren't meant for them to fight. It's as if he were made so that they struggle.

Choi Han swings his blade to block a blow that he knows he can't block, knows might end him, and he thinks about how he can't possibly die right now and leave this Cale behind... but he's too weak.

He wonders what his Cale would do in this moment, when everything seems hopeless and nothing is working.

Cale steps in front of him and uses his power to its fullest extent.

White light is shining everywhere, blinding Choi Han who keeps his burning eyes open, desperately keeps his eyes on the Cale that's bleeding from his mouth and his nose and his eyes and his skin is starting to crack, crack like he is about to turn into dust and disappear.

Cale turns to look at Choi Han.

"Ah. I was worried it wouldn't be enough to take out the villain." His eyes stained with blood curl up in a smile. A ball of dread sits in Choi Han's stomach. "I'm glad. I'm really, really..." eyes drifting closed, his body begins to shatter further and further. "Happy for you, Choi Han."

This is why they felt familiar.

It's with a cry of grief and anger, anger at himself, that Choi Han reaches out to hold Cale, hold onto even a piece of him.

Cale's eye, the only one left as he is disintegrating, widens.

Choi Han grasps a fragment that's about to vanish from Cale's chest, somewhere next to his heart, and this piece doesn't break, doesn't disappear from Choi Han's hand. It stays solid and firm and real-

And it's all that Choi Han is left with when the gods test ends.

Choi Han wakes up, surrounded by his family, with a red, glass marble in his hand. He holds it to his chest. It hurts.

It hurts.

[martyrbat]

Hello 🖐

I am a amira from Gaza, the breadwinner for my sick mother in the midst of war and destruction. I want to leave the Strip and provide a decent life for them. I have created a donation campaign to achieve this. Can you help me achieve this please?

https://www.gofundme.com/f/amiras-story-between-hope-and-resilience-a-call-for-soli

[August 7th, 11:20 am update]

please continue to support and help amira!!! this is a legitimate gofundme and has been vetted by ibtisams [HERE] and nabulsi [HERE]

AMIRA HAS €19,976 RAISED OUT OF THE €20,000 GOAL!

[Plain text: Amira has €19,976 raised out of the €20,000 goal!]

Amira is trying to evacuate her, her two siblings, and their immunocrompised mother—who needs medical treatment for her diabetes and high blood pressure!! If you're able to, please donate!!!! Even the smallest amount can make the biggest difference for her and her family!!

[luna-loveboop]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN ADD TEXT TO PHOTOS ON NINTENDO SWITCH?!?!

I can edit photos to add text and choose colour and size and I didn't know about this?? This is amazing, I could make so many memes with this

Forget art, this is the greatest thing I've ever made. I'm freaking sobbing, I can do this on my video game console. What the CLUCK

[withlovemark]

“keep quiet”

[requested 1, 2]

warnings: smut! fingering, quiet sex(?)

-> important note: the xo kitty characters have all been aged up to legal age! i refuse to write smut about minors, even if they are fictional.

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“shhh baby, keep quiet,” minho! swallows your moans, lips entangled in yours, “you don’t want them to hear you, do you?,” he teases — the group was just outside his bedroom door studying for the upcoming exams.

minho, bored of the lessons, wanted to have some fun, “we’re gonna take a nap, i’m too tired for this shit,” he complains, dragging you in his bedroom before you could protest.

now you’re under him, his fingers going in and out of your pussy as you try to control the noises you were making. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing it in the way that has you biting your lips, toes curling, “mmm-ahh,” you moan breathily, trying to be as quiet as you can.

“shhh,” he reminds you, his fingers quickening its pace on your cunt, curling it exactly the way that hits the spot.

“gonna come,” you whisper, orgasm making you shake, eyes rolling back, shaky breath coming from your lips as you try to stabilize your breathing.

minho admires you’re fucked out state, zipping down his pants and freeing his hard pink cock, he pumps himself a couple of times, keeping his groans quiet, “you think you can keep being a good girl and be quiet for this one,” he says teasingly, slapping his cock against your pussy, making you twitch. you nod furiously, just wanting to feel him inside you.

he slides in between your folds, collecting your juices, then lining up with your core, he slowly enters you. you squeeze his shoulder at the intrusion, and minho had to bury his head in yours to muffle his groans.

once he was fully situated, you pull him towards you, lips coming in contact again as he slowly rocked in and out of you, breathing heavily against each other's lips.

lifting one of your legs up to your shoulder, he quickens the pace hitting you in a way that got you rolling your eyes back, your second orgasm coming to fruition, “ahhh-,” you cry, his free hand immediately covering your mouth, muffling your sounds, hot breath hitting his palm.

your fingers make their way to his back, holding on for support, nails scratching, eliciting a groan from him. the feeling of your nails making him hiss in pain, “oh fuck, love,” he groans, no longer caring about the ears outside.

“say my name,” he orders, removing his hands off your lips.

the creaking of the bed getting louder and louder, heavy breathing gradually rising, being quiet long forgotten as whines of his names exited your lips, like a mantra, “fuck! minho, minho, minho-,” you whine, encouraging him to go faster.

his hand rubs harsh circles on your clit, halting your whines as you moan loudly, orgasm taking over you, pussy clenching tightly around his cock, pushing minho to his own release.

“oh my god-,” he grunts just as his release came over him, quickly pulling out of your pussy, his cum messily pouring out of him.

—

meanwhile on the other side of the door, the group looks awkwardly around the room, the squeaking of the bed and your shared moans hitting their ears.

“uhm, maybe we should move to our dorm?” kitty suggested.

“yeah, good idea,” q exclaims as everyone rushed to pack their staff, hurriedly leaving the boys’ dorm.

[amid-fandoms]

dan and phil did not start tagging #phan since september and we did not finally get that fucking tag trending after months of struggles just for them to not win the stupid rpf battle go vote phan

[sensiblereblogifposts]

Hi.

I'm going to break my very strict format for once because I need your help. For the past 9 years, the irl human behind this blog has been involved in the effort to save a museum from incompetent and money hungry executives.

The museum is filled with precious objects, telling the story of the history of technology, and how it relates to art and society.

Many of these are objects are large, but delicate and have been in place for over 30 years.

No one within the museum's community trusts the CEO, who was appointed by a hostile former government, and prefers renting out museum spaces for business functions over educating the public.

In a few days, the museum is set to close down for renovations. Yet none of the staff or volunteers have been given any clear details about these plans. All we know is displays which have inspired generations will be torn down, likely never to be restored.

We have a petition asking the new government to step in and stop the closure:

If you could sign this, you'd be doing the human behind this blog a massive favour.

[umblrspectrum]

ive been struggling big time coming up with anything funny to draw that hasnt been done yet so have my rw au art dump

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

The Autism Urge to be Helpful

The Autistic Teacher

[sukimas]

[jazzzzzzhands]

Hey!

So we lost our home in the hurricane!

We are currently doing well and living for free in a hotel!! 😁

BUT

it won't last forever.

We only have 73 days left to live for free.

We are looking for a home

Can you help me search for a home?

I'm looking for a 3 bed 2 bath around the Brandon area in Florida.

We could really use 1000 or less a month

Preferably less

I want a home 🩷

I would appreciate any help you could give me.

You have always been so kind and helpful to me and I treasure you!!!🩷🩷🩷

To everyone!!

Love, Jazz🩷🩷🩷🍎🍎🍎