#because i havent been able to keep up

[transgendz]

This is an update to a previous post, but tl;dr I am head of household for my very disabled and queer family consisting of my fiance and a relative of ours. We live in a red state, and I am the only one in the household able to work consistently. We need help.

Following a surgery a few weeks ago, my work has been unreliable. I'm a contract worker for a couple of companies and I only have that work when it's available, which it has not been. There's other things I do when I'm doing better physically, but I've not been able to afford to eat decently since before my surgery, so unsuprisingly, I've been unable. I did an interview with an author recently for a long term, multimedia, project I'm doing and I am working on that project and trying to get more reliable work in the meantime.

For most of the month, I've been dealing with a severe flare of my autoimmune disorder as a result of surgery. We haven't been eating regularly because we can't afford to. Things are looking incredibly hopeless. I'm setting this goal to cover rent, the power bill, and a couple of days' worth of food.

Dm me for proof or more details but also vetted by @kyra45-helping-others who does scam busting on here.

PP V $C kofi

[angelstrawbabie420]

FUCK!

[icewindandboringhorror]

Some (late) holiday photos of the boye~!

[mihai-florescu]

Most gorgeous cover from my recent purchases

[anxiousgaypanicking]

me when i want to accept writing commissions vs the depression thats been eating me inside and out

[stayatsam]

the more i play Veilguard past 100 hours the more i'm coming to really appreciate it and actually enjoy it as my favorite dragon age installment

[assassinhomecreedstuck]

i cant believe ive played world of warcraft for 20 years

[sweetmoons]

I'm a bit behind on streams, is there a canon explanation to how or why Bad and Bagi are on the main island the same day they were in purgatory? Or are they just chilling so they don't care much ooc LMAO

[jils-things]

2024 is probably not my best year now that i think about it

[milkbreadtoast]

ai is just so fucking bleak man it makes me want to end it all...

taking everything joyful about life... everything i ever wanted or loved or hoped for... and not just that, everything else too... no job is safe... the only way i can go on is to pretend it doesnt exist and just keep creating and trying as we always have done it haha but meanwhile it just keeps getting worse and im filled with sickening dread... the only hope I have is that people will continue to stick together and protect each other even as ai tries to destroy and take everything from us and our identity and our joy sorry to sound poetic and pretentious but i just need to get the vent out. its bleak man.

[hummingbutter]

Dalpop occurrences draft thing I have in my New Fandom outsiders Google doc!!!! I sped wrote these and so they aren't the most coherent or. Like how things work But they still make me giggle and that's beautiful

First time trying to not give a (profanity here) please don't make fun of me/silly

some are like mildly sexual Very mildly but ykyk Nothing happens As well as maybe some character discrepancies (if that's the word)

Also Dallas is a homophobe ( he says pansy in one of them if that's triggering at all)

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- Sodapop slowly looping his arms around Dallas like he's leading in a horse and as soon as Dallas realizes and snaps out of the many atrocities he considers committing again, he breathes out another drag and scolds “Can you get any more handsier? Glory..” as Soda’s just quietly giggling to himself over how he can feel the other guy’s heart rate pick up from the touch alone.

- Dallas called Soda ‘pretty boy’ as a joke once and it Immediately shut him up, which was in stark contrast to the liveliness that radiated from him moments prior.

- When I was thinking about that... Soda getting Flushed, even though it's more likely an insult. Maybe he gets hard off of it being an insult, but no one will ever hear about that. Dal noticing right away and teasing him even more, “Oh, faithful Pepsi’, that from me?” and his voice squeaking in rebuttal “Why’re you even lookin’ down there!”

- Sodapop shadowboxing Dallas because he wants to die/silly. Dal yanks one of his wrists down after a while and maybe holds his hand absently or something i don't know maybe.

- (big oneeee!!!!) Soda, kind of off put over Ponyboy sleeping in his own room now, trying to convince Dallas to cuddle with him. Coaxing him in like how he always hushed Mickey, “C'mon, man, I don't mean anythin’ by it,” and Dal snapping back, “No way, I ain't a goddamn pansy. You go ask your ‘big brother' - maybe he can fetch you your binky too.” Man’s grinning at the challenge the ornery ol’ hooligan’s putting up, “Whatisit - Am I so manly, you can't help but be intimidated?” “How ‘bout I show you how ‘intimidated�� I am by socking you in the jaw, man? ‘Bet we can get real close then.” “Well you linger aroun’ for hugs; what’s the difference?” and even the tough, mean greaser can’t deny that first bit. Soda was just so naturally warm that, during what might've been their first hug after Johnny’s funeral (dubious fanon), he couldn't help but cling a bit tighter. Inevitably, Soda has Dal’s head begrudgingly laid on his chest, the couch sinking under them before anyone is back home to judge. Soda rambling on about how he held Pony like this, gently combing through Dal’s hair as the other boy’s nails just barely dig into his shoulders. He feels like he could explode and scream with feeling at that moment - embarrassment or affection unclear - and his head nudges closer, just processing all sorts of nicknames Soda was giving him. A close to mute “Dally, baby,” filtering with all of the world’s tenderness from where Soda presses his mouth onto the crown of Dal’s blonde head. Dal wouldn't care about himself burning bright red like he does, but he does care about the heat that comes with. He hisses out the only response he knows how to make, threats “If you don't shut up, goddamnit-” and goes on with all sorts of profanities before the weight of comfort comes in waves at him. Soda just chuckles, careful with how his muscles flex to make room for the noise. They part after a good while, but ever since, when he's feeling a sort of mood, Dally hangs and leans against a wall, smoking, nearby Soda whenever he's free - like a dog, a sort of silent ask for ‘private attention’.

As it's put in my doc, More Private occurrences vv not explicit but they're huge gay

- Soda tops (.man I'm cooked) but there is the occasional time Dallas does, and he is NOT playing. Brother skips straight to it. And usually, Soda’s matching his energy to a horrific extent those days. At some point of this arrangement, Darry is off work and walking down the hall when he scolds Soda for being intimate on his bed (clothed, but it sounds like that would change soon) - “I'm not cleanin’ you an’ PONY’S sheets tonight so you better find somewhere else, kid!” At the sound, like clockwork, Dallas instinctually clambers over the sill just above the bed and throws the window open for himself to climb out, which raises a very audible, and Just Thrown Off “Dal?!” from Soda. He only hurries out faster at what might've been a plea, completely incoherent with his whisper shouting. And from just outside the room, Darry is petrified. Stunned. Appalled. Gobsmacked. Slams the door open and Soda is immediately jumping into defense, sweating up a storm and trying desperately to get his charms to work, “Ma’ bad, Darrel, I oughta be headin’ ou’ now-” interrupted “Don’t be playin’ with Dal - I swear to God, you'll be gettin’ it!” and a little back and forth (“We were just wrestlin’, Dar, ‘is no big deal!” “On your bed?” “MhhM! ’:,D” ) before Soda, very meekly, asks “‘You mad?” And Darry eases up a bit, even if it's slightly, to say “Not at you, baby.” Then climbs out the window to chase after the hood, calling “DALLAS TUCKER WINSTON!”

- (also a pretty big one!!) Soda being unbelievably gentle with Dallas, the lead up into this golden retriever of a man holding himself up on top of a perpetually pissed ruffian only being little flirts sprinkled into their usual banter. And Dallas is so not used to it. As Soda’s taking his time, engraving the soft memory of his lips into the side of Dal’s neck, Dal swings his head to the side, hoping the mattress under him dips just enough to hide the wrinkles forming in his expression. He grumbles, mostly to himself, only coherent at the end, “-when’re you bitin’,” as he recalls all the times he and Sylvia made out. Soda doesn't notice the hitch of his throat, and quips faintly “You want me to? Me an’ Pone got a nasty bite!” But he feels the insinuation of Dal’s head tilting down further and looks over, concern making his voice even more private, “What happened?” Dal hisses out curses at how the nerves of his cheeks are now just catching stray tears crawling down them, irritation embedded at the soul of his response and gritting his teeth, “Nothin’, man - I don't get the ‘matter with me.” And he really doesn't. Soda's far too gentle with how his palm shifts his head back upright, his voice just as consoling “We don't gotta do this if you don't wanna, Dal,” kissing down the tracks forming on his face. His voice gets clearer with that anger he always carries, angry at how impossibly nice this guy is “Yeah yeah, I got it - stop messin’ around.” He's very against being close like this (/s) as he leans into the small ministrations now sprinkled onto his forehead, strangled noises from the back of his throat he meant to fizzle out, tried tucking and hiding away into marrow, just audible enough for Soda to coo over. “Aw, hear at you, sunshine!” his laughter seeping out in a way that makes a choked up Dal's heart swell. He tries saying anything, asking for him to shut up and just be rough - stop playing some stupid loverboy - but he's too used to butchering the vulnerable tone that would come out for him to follow through. He can only wince and harshly tug him closer.

- Soda sings him cheesy love songs while he's being touchy - like think of the ‘Put Your Head On My Shoulder’ variety. Him doing that stupid head motion as he delves into a whisper for the “Too~” closer to Dal’s ear and his hand swings up so fast, he almost smacks him. He wish it hit too.

- Soda pinning Dal against the edge of the bed as the latter’s drawing blanks at what he could possibly do that wouldn't involve injuring this pretty boy’s face. Holding his waist and his thumbs maneuvering under the hem of Dal’s shirt, feeling the scrapes and blemishes wounding his skin with fervent attention. (“I think I really dig you, darlin’,” and Dal excessively confused and overwhelmed “Say sike rn.”)

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I edited the ending to that other post that came from this just a teensy bit... Here is that too smnille

" [...] He wants to strangle Soda when his breath brushes against his hair so softly, despite Dal moving to press his hairline against Soda’s throat, hoping their lungs stiffen so he can stay in still softness forever. So he can hide in that spot under his chin and not deal with the consequences of being stripped bare, even if it was for a moment. Out of breath and more serious than he’ll ever be, “You're not tellin’ anyone about that.” "

And my dalpop playlist - i don't think it's too legible but I like listening tooooooo

[solid-six]

after having my ig account suspended back in like...September? and failing to get ahold of anyone to do anything about it, i just *today* got an email - the first 'response' I've ever received about it - saying the account has been permanently disabled for 'not following community standards' ok yay. tell me something i did not already know.

[penisbilt]

the bittersweet but absolute flood of relief that comes from admitting defeat at living independently, to have to move back in with parents. we tried! we gave it our best shot for almost 3 years! but living like this (being on our own) is just not possible for us at this time of our lives. we've finally proved it to ourselves that we can't do it. it'll be okay to let ourselves rest now

[rohirric-hunter]

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[bmpmp3]

Getting into stuff that has a lot of pre-announced release dates is really good for me like vocal synthesizer products and new love live etc franchise music releases....I'll be lying in bed at like 2 AM with ur usual 20-something's fear and existentialism over time and the future and then I'll remember a piece of singing software or a new song related to cartoon characters I like is gonna come out like next month and I'm like 😌

[ykz]

this is officially worse than when i had e.coli i can definitely say that now