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The description as posted in the fundraiser only tells a portion of the story I’m trying to “sell”. It’s taken years of milling around in my head to figure out who I am and where I need to be and even now there are many questions left unanswered and many things about myself I have yet to fully discover. You only deserve my honesty if I am to deserve your support. My name is Sam. I’m a pansexual/panromantic kid from the middle of bumblefuck nowhere who recently (within the past year) admitted to being transgender. I’ve been coasting along comfortably with the title Non-Binary, using they/them pronouns and things just aren’t fitting quite right in my proverbial self puzzle anymore. I’m on a journey to figure myself out, to figure out where I need to go, what I need to do, and how to go about being me. At the end of the day, I’m asking for help with school related expenses, but know that underneath all of that is the idea that through my travels in Europe I will be given the opportunity to reflect and go on a journey purely psychological. My mental health is in the toilet, and has been for a long while now. I’m not hoping for a miracle, I’m just hoping that I can sort myself out enough that I can make a game-plan for self-care and recovery. So, if you’re willing and able I would appreciate the support via donation or just by simply spreading the word. It’s your generosity and compassion that are going to make it possible for me to do all of this and not a moment goes by that I won’t appreciate it wholeheartedly. Thank you, always.

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crxga:

                                                 † Ᏼ. Ꮢ. Ꭺ. Ꮩ. Ꭼ. †

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         SO. today marks one year since oliver made his first appearance            on tumblr and lemme tell ya it’s been one hell of a year. oliver here           moved from being a very unfinished oc ( who was originally going           to be bi can you believe it ) to the fairly well-developed and - hope-           fully - interesting guy that he is now.

         and in this one year i’ve made a whole load of new friends (you          know who you are ) and so i’m going to write a little thingy about          them because all you guys are very dear to me and i’m always so          thankful that you decided to follow and rp and help develop oliver          to the point where he is now

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Thomas Brodie-Sangster, Dylan O'Brien and Ki Hong Lee SDCC2015

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aka OMG WAT R U ALL DOING HERE???

So I’ve only had this blog for less than two months and I already have 150+ followers, which is really amazing! I appreciate each and every one of you. While I wanted to give a shoutout to some wonderful people in particular, know that I love you all. I may have accidentally left out a few people as I’m a dork, so please forgive me if your name isn’t listed. Below are listed both people I’ve interacted with and those I’ve stalked from afar.

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anonymously send me your opinion about me and my roleplaying and i will post it without replying.

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Draft count: 19>> Sorry for being so scarce - muse is a little forced as of late and I can’t quite seem to find his voice and that makes me really insecure about my writing but that’s fine I guess - I’m doing my best to shell out replies while finishing up the customization on Dean and Roman and iconing

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GET TO KNOW ME MEME » favourite male characters [2/10]:

➥ newt

“Newt is second in command after Alby. He is kind of the nice and approachable guy. He’s very friendly and open towards everyone. He doesn’t really have any animosity towards anyone and kind of looks after everyone a bit. He’s a, I think he has settled in to life in the glade and understands how everything works, but I don’t believe he enjoys being trapped. I think he’s still aware that it’s a prison. That he’s sent there. I don’t think he really enjoys it.” - Thomas Brodie-Sangster

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                           ' ------ Guess you could say I help                                             run the bloody place, Greenie. '

                ---- It's about as good an answer an any that he had to offer.                 From time to time he can be found helping out with just about                 anything including the gardens. Otherwise, he spends most of                 his time taking direct orders from Alby and finding a place for                 all the newbies. If anything, his general job description could                 be said to be the 'Keeper of Order'. 

                       “Right. I thought it was, just                         wanted to be sure…”

           He trails off, giving a slight shrug as he tilts his head back,            gazing up at the sky above him. It’s not cold in the Glade,            he’s noticed - the temperature seems to be pretty much con-            sistent in how it’s warm enough to be comfortable but not so            warm as to be unpleasant.

                      “What do you do?”

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               ---- Newt? Trapped? The boy's eyes widen as though somehow                the information she'd just provided him, albeit incomplete, had                struck something inside of him that resembled genuine fear.                What was this place and why the hell had he stumbled into it out                of the blue, out of the mist. There's a solid ache that's formed                right behind his eyes, both from the confusion and the multitude                of thoughts crashing around in his skull.

               Safety? He doesn't know what to make of anything that she's                saying. Lips part as though he needs to speak, to hold her here                a moment longer to explain herself but she looks as though she                needs to go. Unmistakable panic surrounds him, everyone's                confused about one thing or another, and so is she, so is he.                With an utterly blank stare, he watches her as his head slowly                turns from side to side.

                                      Nothing.                                              Zero comprehension.                                                                           Headache.                                                          Finn? 

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               There’s a certain air of   panic   to her own demeanour as she                 balls  her  fists  against  her  chest  and frowns without daring                 to  look  away from  him. The   confusion   within  him  is  so                 transparent  that  the worry  only  widens  inside  her.  Part  of                    her  wants  to  shake  him  as  if that  alone were  to make his                 memories come back, regardless of how stupid that even felt. 

                         “Listen to me, your name is Newt.                                  You  are trapped here like the rest                                  of us, I  and I  can  explain more if                                  you want me to, but…”

               There  was  a  frown  in  the  middle  of  her  forehead   that  she                                       suddenly  felt  unable  to  make  disappear;  just  how  would  he                 react   to   such  information?  How   exactly   was  his  memory                 gone?  What  parts  of  memory  were  gone?  He  could talk, he                 could walk, it  almost  felt  the  way  it  had  been  upon  his  first                  step into the Land. As if he were some fresher right out of the lift. 

                          “…creakin’ hell. I  need  you to go to                                    safety with  the  others, alright? Wait                                    for  me  there,  ask  for  Finn, he is a                                    leader here, I will explain everything                                    else  to  you  as  soon  as  I’m  done                                    making sure everyone’s okay.” 

               And suddenly she was worrying  so  much more about who could                          be reacting to things the way  Newt and a few others were; in other                words,  who   had   lost  their  memory?  Who  hadn’t?  And  more                importantly…   H O W    the hell did this even happen? 

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                ---- Last he checked, they were told to stick together a while.                 Following orders takes a lot less energy than making his own                 decisions. If it were up to him, he'd be back in his gardens,                 alone.

                                            ' ------ Perimeter check, ag ward. '

                It's a fairly lame excuse, but it's something that needs to be done                 from time to time and who better to do it than the one in charge                 of security. 

                      “That's not what I was suggesting. Why are                       you even in here anyways? Last time I                       checked I was in charge of defense.”

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               ---- Fear rattles through his veins like a dam has just let loose                a flood. The boy's hands begin to tremble, so he balls them into                fists, a slow and non-threatening motion he hopes. Each sentence                that fills the distance between them is filled with hatred, a growing                anger that he knows he has no hope of extinguishing. With each                step that she closes that distance, he begins to feel the pressure                of her words against him.

                         She's killed another.                                       She's back on the radar.                                                  She needs to move.                                                                                                   Again.

               His mind is telling him to split, to get far, far away from her and                pay her no mind, but his body refuses to move. This girl is                powerful, and if he runs it might set her off once more. Stephen                doesn't wish the same fate upon himself as the man that is currently                splattered across the pavement came to. Perhaps it is worse to hold                his ground, but he stands tall, gaze locked on her until her tirade is                over.

                         ' ------ I didn't ask for your help. '

               It's a simple statement, true and yet it wavers as though he doesn't                believe it himself.

                                            ' You didn't have to do anythin'.                                                 Could'a just strolled on and left                                                        me to it, but you stepped in. ' 

                                                        ‘ WICKED ..

                 She speaks, through a clenched jaw as anger boils somewhere                  behind her beautiful pale blue eyes. She’s no longer angry at                   herself for killing but another man, no. Not at all, in fact she’s                  pleased with herself for thinning the herd that so desperately                  needs to be demolished. Now she’s angry at the boy, and for                  a reason that was on the cusp of legitimate and ridiculous. 

                                       ’ Y’mean to tell me that I just did’ya                                      goddamn dirty work? That now, ‘cause’a                                        you, I got even more WICKED blood                                      on m’hands? Great, thank ya very much                                    for puttin’ me on their radar again, ‘cause                                        now I oughta rent a goddamn movin’                                          van an’ get the hell outta this place, for                                      the seventh time. Enjoy y’er temporary                                         freedom at my goddamn expense’

                 Now the blonde is furious, each word bringing a threatening                  step towards him as darkness cascades through her irises,                  but another consequence of not only her personality, but                  her powers as well. 

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                             ' ------ Heard 'Newt' a few times. '

               ---- It's been said to him several times that he can remember,                and every time it confuses him ever more so. The word itself                doesn't spark anything in his head, or set of a warning bell that                it's of any significance so he usually pays it no mind.

                                                ' Figure it's just a nickname is all. ' 

        “man, tha’s messed.”

    he really feels pity for him. he can kinda tell that he wouldn’t want his     pity but it’s there nonetheless. there’s not a lot he can do about it. so      he shrugs and thinks of what to do next. 

            “someone round ‘ere’s go’a know who you are though.”

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              ---- There's no need for a real answer, so he doesn't provide               one. He perches the cigarette on his lip and slouches back in               his seat, caramel tinted hues rolling over her outline as though               he's tracing her for a mental image. Sinister thoughts intrude               on inappropriate ones until he's left smirking and fantasizing               instead of really paying attention. The faulty attention span is               to blame for the fact that he doesn't bother lighting the cigarette,               and that his eyes, though on her, are distant. 

It took effort to resist rolling her eyes at his impatience, letting her robe fall open as she stepped closer to him. She isn’t sure if he’s on drugs or just in the business, but then as long as he doesn’t mistreat her, it’s not her place to ask.

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                                                               ' ------ 'M starvin'. '

               ---- Running doesn't make him hungry, it's the crash that does.                The inevitability of the entire cycle is what's set him on a certain                routine. As a Runner, he gets a lot more access to the kitchen                than most, and he uses that privilege accordingly to eat when he                sees fit. For the moment, his stomach has yet to give him any                sign of real hunger. He could eat, but it won't be much. 

            The lightness of the conversation is a pretty good sign he’s             getting through with Newt. Well, that or Newt’s just humouring             him so he can make this as short and painless as possible. For             the most part, all of the Launders seemed to like him, which             was why Newt’s intolerance bothered him so much.

               “Hope you’re hungry.”

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                                     ' ------ Grumpy? '

               ---- It's like a mismatched puzzle piece that doesn't quite                seem to fit whatever enigma he's become as a result of the                mist. There's a lot he's willing to accept about himself that's                relayed solely by others, but this he's not quite sure about.                What could the other boy possibly mean by grumpy? Unless--

                         ' If I'm grumpy, guess that makes you                                           a buggin' sneakhead, now don't it?. '

               There's a lighthearted air to his words and a grin cracks                across his expression. In all honesty, he doesn't even know                what the word means but he's heard it tossed around enough                around this place that he figures it means something close to                'stupid'. 

    nods, not quite sure how to proceed from here. so he does what he      does best - he makes a joke. “you’re a grumpy one, ain’ you?” he      grins then. he understands, he really does. it’s not easy for him       either but there’s no point staying down about it, right?