oh my fucking god. i just remembered this fic i read ab ambessa with a shapeshifter reader who could turn into a cat and ambessa took in the reader and later figured out the reader could shapeshift nd shit and it was so GOOD but i CAN'T FUCKING FIND IT ?!;21;MLR;2EM SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME FIND IT.

!! WE URGENTLY NEED HELP !!

Reposting this to tumblr. We're a disabled trans couple out of food and in danger of becoming homeless again.

!! WE URGENTLY NEED HELP, PLEASE R[eblog] !! Please, 2 years ago we were homeless and if we don't come up with the rest of the rent by the 20th we could be homeless again. My fiance works herself to the bone but her temp job assignment ends on the 31st. We also have a GFM (link below)

GFM here. Please share far and wide. I protected my fiance from a hate crime last week but I can't protect us from systemic transphobia, like when we were turned away from the shelter for being trans.

Here's documentation of how deep we're in. We still owe $638.75 for last month.

I FUCKING HATE JOB APPLICATIONS

Context: I can’t keep a fucking schedule even as I’m out of my freshman year of college, I can’t understand some of these questions, I have chronic pain that makes getting and holding a job INCREDIBLY difficult to begin with, and the person who is supposed to be helping me is instead turning her fucking radio up and being very unhelpful.

Yes I somehow *do* manage to keep a schedule but that’s a shit ton of alarms and effort, and even with the routine it’s very difficult to accomplish anything because my joints fucking hurt. They lock up so bad sometimes and even if they aren’t locked they hurt.

On top of that, I am autistic and have severe agoraphobia. Even if I understood how to maintain a customer service face and how to interact with people (I still don’t know how to do it even with the script), the anxiety of interacting with people makes me physically unwell.

And work reminds me of it more and more. I am trying so hard to find and maintain a job so I can afford school/medication/a car/future rent and to pay my grandmother back for everything she does to help me. And I am STRESSING.

Disabled and agoraphobic people of tumblr, any advice..? I’m at a loss here and the only job I could theoretically get is in retail/customer service so if you have any other ideas or options for someone who can’t necessarily do all that it entails, please leave me suggestions. I can’t do this alone.

HELLO TUMBLR

Obligatory Spiderverse spoiler warning

I will give a free commission (art or writing within reason) to anyone who can find or make me a fic about this woman. I do not know who she is but I’m calling her spiderbutch and I’m a PROUD SIMP. If it’s x reader gimme femme reader pretty please.

wait is Matsson Succession attractive?

feeling very romantic today. can anyone recommend me any lesbian/sapphic books they love? i haven’t read any in far too long.

there are days that it is hard, and unfair, and some horrible part of me wishes i could have been born in a different world. i love being queer, i hate how others react to it. when i first came out at 15, my mom whispered: please don't say that. your life would be so much harder.

it is harder.

it is also a tuesday, walking my dog. we are both skiving off of work, and yes both of us have dyed hair and pronouns. mine is patchy - it was my first time trying bleach; i didn't have enough. theirs is a resilient toadstool green. a little girl comes up to us and asks um, excuse me? is your hair real? 'cause jason says you're a fairy.

it is sunday brunch, all of us talking over each other, overfull on love. she is trying out a new name today, and we made her a cake with today's name scrawled in shaky purple letters. she laughs so much she cries and then gets frosting in her hair. someone young at a different table keeps giving us these large, wide eyes: the same look we have all been on the other side of. the kind that says, breathless: wait, is that possible?

it is a half-fight in a supermarket because he loves "dance moms" and says abby's tiktok is funny and meanwhile i think the children in that show should be allowed to sue abby lee miller for child abuse. i tell him that it led to the casual acceptance of child harassment for mainly adult views; and then i am standing, suddenly, in someone else's thrown soda. there's a white lady standing there, furious, saying something about hell-on-earth. i had forgotten i was wearing stuff with pride colors. and then it is this: he had just been casually arguing with me - and within an instant, he squares his shoulders and goes after her like i am his sister

on saturday i sat in a circle while beca played with my hair and we were all over 30 and we laughed about how much happier we are being this old, how much more we appreciate our community. 25 minutes from now, we will be on stage to dance in baggy beige clothing, but for now we look on with envy to the dancers in loud-and-bright buttondowns. where are they getting these shirts! i cry, distraught. everyone laughs. one of our friends has a mushroom witch hat. this would have been cringey in high school, probably. instead we are all delighted with each other; happy just to be here and alive and moving

it's that last week my new friends cried with joy for me when they heard i'm getting top surgery. every so often i have the honor of being the first person someone feels comfortable enough to tell. i'm trying to make long fluttery butterfly wings to wear to pride; but i don't know anything about fabric or dye, so my friends have been sending me their personal advice.

i think in a different poem i would talk about how sometimes you walk into a room and put the mask back on. but i'm sleepy and my whole brain is fuzzy so i think in this one, it's a monday, and my dog and i took a nap on a couch, and i had missed texts from friends. i used to wake up lonely. i think this poem is about walking into a room and seeing someone and just knowing, the way you just-know-sometimes, and then giving them that little smile, and seeing them light up with joy and relief. it is how we always seem to be able to find each other in a crowded room. how we always seem to make friends with each other before even we know-it-to-be-true. it is saying: we're very different people; but i belong to you.

it is harder, yes. but it comes with a built-in family.

04.04.2024

boyfriend hoodie part 2 (part 1)

this is the only crisis our precious boy should be having

reference here

sapphic nsfw twt links

part 2

cunt slaps

playing with your pussy

strapping

fingering and riding

making out

rubbing your clit

overstim (my fav clip <3)

diversity win! your doomed greek tragedy ship is genderfluid!

butch drawing #3

happy 25th birthday to the utena finale 🌹

nutrek writers b like 'if we dont find someone to oppress RIGHT NOW nobody is gonna watch star trek' which fr isnt the case bc if star trek: picard had been about picards life on the vineyard and literally did nothing but be a story about him making the most delicious wines and characters from other treks occasionally visiting him i would have watched the whole damn thing multiple times over

When you try to summon the greater power you've always wanted and get a goth girlfriend instead...

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Happy Halloween

I made a VampireSorcerer AU that was completely unrelated to Halloween. Lucky it fell on today

50 notes and I'll start figuring out my unsure theriotypes (crow, raven and common kestrel)

100 notes and I'll post the fanart i made of my own fanfiction

200 notes and I'll actually read the essay i need to read for school and I'll come out to the school counselor

350 notes and I'll come out to both of my irl best friends and tell them my pronouns and new name

500 notes and I'll find a label that fits my sexuality

1k notes and I'll stick to my posting schedule for my fanfic

5k notes and I'll come out to my dad or my mum's best friend

10k notes and I'll come out to my teacher and maybe use my chosen name in school

20k notes and I'll try and get clean again.

Help a black lesbian get out of overdraft?

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