hi, shit's still fucked ❤️
making a new post since the old one's lost traction.
tl;dr got fired, moved, got a new place and job, got paid only like $1k of the $2k i need to pay rent & bills etc this month. rent is a hundred bucks more than expected of course. fiance also works but makes even less than me. were both disabled trans people and im a person of color so life is pain. have my final therapy session next week which is 160 on top of being short ~700 on rent.
ive made a few games you can find on my itch.io for pwyw. here's the cat tax if it helps?
pp: ribbited
ko-fi in pinned ❤️
160/850
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the sister of giulia cecchettin, the 105th victim of feminicide in italy just this year, is being target by incels and regular misogynists alike and called "a witch" because she is speaking out against the systemic killing of women as a direct result of the patriarchy. Because she allegedly likes metal music and she is enraged that her sister was killed by her ex, she is called a witch and a satanist. Men are spreading theories on twitter that she casted a spell on him because he was Such A Nice Guy and couldnt possibly have killed giulia of his own free will. Because she went on tv to state very clearly that he was Not a monster, because monstrosity implies a deviation from the norm, and unfortunately killing women in italy IS the norm. People are being so incredibly vile towards a grieving young woman, claiming shes doing it just for clout, after she and her family have been living for weeks with cameras forced into their home. Im so fucking pissed.
I dont know how many times ive seen the phrase "better in jail than in a grave" and its so fucking scary and disheartening that women have to resort to this, to want to teach this to their own daughters (which they should btw. Better in jail than in a grave) because every person in power refuses to do a single thing about it. other than blabbering about chemical castration or death penalty, of course. which, of course, would solve jack shit and it would probably actually just make men even more violent
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Water
Cw: Drowning
He couldn't breathe. That's the first thing he noticed. The second thing was that his clothes were wet. His muscles burned and his lungs ached.
What was happening? Where was he?
And why was it so cold?
Villain didn't dare open his eyes. He didn't want to know where he was.
The last thing he remembered was his warm, dry home. A small apartment at the edge of the city.
So how and why was he here? He didn't recall leaving, especially considering the mess he was in. Why would he leave his hiding place and risk getting captured?
Or maybe... had they found him? No, impossible.
He had been so careful. He had made sure no one followed him home that night.
Villain cracked an eye open. As the water touched his eye, he shut it again. No, bad idea.
Faintly, behind the water somewhere, he heard footsteps. And muffled voices.
His hand touched cold glass, and he pushed blindly, trying to do at least something. Somehow get out. Get away from here.
Loud laughs sounded behind the glass.
Unfamiliar voices.
He banged his fist against the glass, trying to crack his eyes open but not being able to hold them open long enough to see something. Just light, blurred colors.
Villains head hurt. His lungs hurt. He needed air, but couldn't get any.
His mouth opened on its own. He was going to drown. There was water in his mouth.
But it stopped there. He breathed the water in, but the only thing entering his lungs was air. His eyes shot open.
White walls all around. He was still in the tank, his hand still touching the glass.
He wasn't drowning.
Villain tried to turn, pushing himself off the glass walls and slamming into the opposite wall.
Two people, one slightly taller than the other stood directly infront of the tank, behind them three figures in white coats.
Supervillains loud laugh echoed through the room when she saw villains face.
The person next to her, superhero, just stared with a blank expression.
Villain pushed himself back, his back hitting the glass.
They had found him.
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