I Was Laying Down On The Floor Next To My Cat.

I like how it’s- “Sane Person” and “P.E.A.R” because that’s exactly what it is

friendly reminders with stock photos

oh my god

mandalorian grogu would be the best fucking Beroya ever. 

“why do you say so?”

because

he’s already a hunter

oh my god imagine everyone looking at this. this small ass being and going “you’re the bounty hunter? really? i’m spending my money on you?” and then Grogu just comes back with the bounty in record time because he’s already just naturally a hunter. have you seen this mf’s ears? they’re so big wtf you think his prey can escape him?? no?? he can hear your heart beating and you better believe he’s coming after your crusty ass-

well damn dont you just think about mandalorian grogu

He harrumphed softly, sitting down on the crinkle crankle wall and crossing his arms.

Arguably the best sentence I’ve written. The rest of you, go home.

TW; Sensitive topics

Note: Despite the trigger warning above, please please if you find you have the strength to read this, then do. It’s important and not just for the people living in the states. This affects all of us.

Alright so I know i’ve disappeared for a while but I’ve come back to tell you guys something very, very important.

racism/ˈreɪsɪz(ə)m/

noun

prejudice, discrimination, or antagonism directed against someone of a different race based on the belief that one's own race is superior.

This isn’t just a ‘oh yes racism that’s very bad’ kind of matter anymore. An innocent man was killed, not by accident, not in self-defence, and by the same people who apparently were supposed to be the good guys.

George Floyd was choked to death by a police officer.

He was choked to death by a police officer.

He had to beg to live.

Do you know how horrible that is? We talk about human rights to improve our lives, and this man had to beg for him to keep his own.

What makes it worse is that it didn’t work. He still died.

I don’t know how to tell you guys that we should care about other people.

Afterwards, there were protests. Of course there was. There had to be. Peaceful protests. Raising voices for justice, for a better change, for the right thing.

And do you know how the fucking police responded to these peaceful protests? Peaceful protests asking for better lives?

Do you know how the same people responded to violent, gun-wielding protestors asking for a fucking haircut?

If I told you one was responded with violence, and one was responded with peace, which one do you think would be which?

Would you be surprised to find out which ones really happened?

Would you be angry?

Wouldn’t you be angry? Shouldn’t you be?

These people have been fighting for years and years. They shouldn’t have to fight alone.

They didn’t stop with George Floyd. He wasn’t the first, and already he wasn’t the last.

Please, for the sake of all that is good in this world. Do not let this stand.

There are multiple websites in which you can help support the movement against this hellish system. It doesn’t take too long for you to type a few words in, for you to read more, to find more, to see that this has gone on for far too long.

https://www.joincampaignzero.org/solutions#solutionsoverview

https://www.reclaimtheblock.org/home/#about

https://www.gofundme.com/f/georgefloyd

I take in a deep intake of breath, pressing my palms flat against each other. “Okay,” I say. Point towards a youthful face that stared back at me with wide eyes. “You’re me.” My finger flicks toward the other face that stared at me. “And you’re me, too.” My fingers interlock with one another, press firmly against my forehead. “And you’re all here, in my room...why?” Future-Me and Younger-Me exchange a quick glance. Or rather, Future-Me glances towards Younger-Me, as Younger-Me is having way too much fun with my phone. “Universe likes to mess around,” Future-Me finally manages to say. I groan and lean against the headboard of my bed. “Right,” I mumble. Rub my eyes. “That makes sense.” My gaze gets drawn back towards Younger-Me. That childlike innocence. That optimistic hope. They had the whole world wrapped around their little finger - and they had no idea. No idea. Clueless, to what was coming. My eyebrows furrow. I lean forward, my mouth open and- Future-Me stops me by holding a palm out to my face. They meet my gaze, shaking their head. “Don’t,” they say. “You can’t do it.” I straighten to give Future-Me an incredulous look. “They don’t know what’s going to happen,” I say. “Neither did you,” Future-Me reminds. “That’s why they happened.” “I can stop it.” My fingers clench. “I can warn them-” “In the unlikely event that they even understand you,” Future-Me interrupts. “Changing the future can be devastating.” My teeth ground against each other and I glance away. Future-Me was right, and I knew it. As much as I hated knowing, as much as every fibre of my being wants to shake Younger-Me and tell them all the signs to look out for- I can’t. A hand rests on my shoulder. I glance back up, meeting Future-Me’s sympathetic gaze. “You’re angry,” they say. “Wound’s still fresh, huh?” I wince, then sigh. “Somewhat,” I mutter. The hand on my shoulder tightens slightly. “They have to go through what we went through,” they remind me. “They have to learn what we learnt - which means that they will have to meet Her.” Another hand rests on my other shoulder. Turns me around so I fully face my ten-years-in-the-future self.  “They’ll get hurt,” Future-Me murmurs. Gives Younger-Me a sorrowful glance. They sigh, then glance back up at me with a hopeful smile. “But they’ll survive. Just like we did.” I stare into my own eyes for a while, then sigh and nod acceptance. “I know,” I murmur. Give Younger-Me my own glance. “I just can’t- can’t help but worry.” Future-Me chuckles. “Oh yeah, you never really stop.” “Is that a general thing or are you being specific to me?” “I can’t tell you,” Future-Me wags a finger, “just like you can’t tell Younger-Us.” I huff, annoyed. Then sit still, my eyes widening. A hopeful glance back towards Future-Me.  “Does this mean the future’s good enough not to risk?” I ask. Future-Me meets my gaze and smiles; amused. “Maybe.” A lonesome chuckle spills past me. “That’s probably the best thing I’m getting,” I mutter. Future-Me wraps an arm around my shoulder and draws me into a half-hug. “I knew you’d come around,” they tease softly. Our attentions are both drawn back as Younger-Me releases a short giggle of laughter. The smiles on all our faces mirror one another. “What’re you doing?” “Playing!” “Are ya winning?” “Yeah!”

prompt 1394

Write a story that has three characters: yourself ten years ago, yourself now, and yourself ten years from now.

Sometimes I see a woman in baggy high waisted jeans & a fedora and just, holy crap women ya know? can just be so wow ya know? dont know how they do it sheer magic ahsjdjajsjjs

The silent guardian. The watchful protector

about time for a new one of these…one that has a proper explanation of where I am, and how things are going.

tl;dr: my name is Seth, I’m a queer trans dude with a laundry list of disabilities. I live with a super conservative family that is kind of forcing me back into the closet, despite me being Out of it for nearly 15 years, among worse things. I moved here from an even worse situation, and am hoping to someday move from here to a more stable and happy place with my best friend who lives across the country. I super need help for that to happen while I wait on disability to pull through, which could be any day now, but also could be several years from now, from what I understand of the system.

longer story is basically, I moved from an emotionally volatile home where we constantly struggled to feed ourselves and argued and screamed constantly, to here. I eat much more reliably, and there isn’t shouting, but I am also consistently told I am just not trying when my disabilities prevent me from doing things, am pushed to go back into the closet because family members ‘don’t understand’ and ‘struggle to adapt’ to things like my name change and using words like ‘he’ in reference to me. my stepdad, after knowing full well that I am disabled and struggle to take care of myself by doing basic tasks many days, has expressed frustration with my inability to do basic people or adult things on a reliable basis. my grandfather no longer speaks to me beyond short responses, often ignoring me unless specifically prompted to respond by my mother. and my mother is fond of ‘jokingly’ suggesting that I go without dinner, go back to my room so they don’t have to deal with me, and telling me that I am ‘expensive’ while going out of her way to do anything for me, like pick up meds or buy hair dye that I expressed an interest in obtaining someday after I have money to do so on my own. they’re all strong supporters of Trump, as well.

I’m struggling to feel hopeful for the future pretty often here. I want to leave, but I have nowhere near enough funds to do so, considering I have half of my belongings across the state still, and the place I want to move is all the way across the country, as well as needing funding to get into a place to start. my best friend, Kat, is willing to move in with me somehow. Kat has work, and we’re hoping to get into a house, we’re looking at a few of them, but we kind of need a lot of help, both to get things started on that end, and also to get me from Oregon to Florida. 

at this point, we have a few options, and we’re not sure which is more cost effective because everything wants to know how much you have, when you’ll be leaving, etc. etc. and we’re just looking for quotes to aim for at the moment. I’ll need assistance in getting my things packed and moved, so a moving service is likely going to be required, and then I’ll need to get over there, which likely means a plane or train ticket if we have movers take my things all the way there. on the other hand, there’s things like a uhaul, and Kat driving us all that way, which is difficult and stressful, but also means we can stop places along the way and decompress a little bit. there are those storage container things they ship across the country as well, which would also require some kind of transit for me to get there too…

first things first though, we need funds to get a place. it’s super cheaper to buy a two bedroom house and deal with the mortgage than it is to pay rent, where we’re looking. average two bedroom place with the accommodations I need is about $600-800 per month on a mortgage, rather than $950-1500 per month in rent. both are around the same initial cost with a down payment, versus first and last month’s rent, deposits, fees, etc. we’re assuming around $5,000 for a down payment.

even if you can’t donate, you can help by reblogging this, sharing elsewhere, waving down family members with money, @ celebrities, any of that. as for links…

my paypal (has my deadname): https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/seththemuse my gofundme, which I can’t update fully with all of this information because my family has the page’s URL: https://www.gofundme.com/f/moving-fund-assistance