#escaping

[that-hippie-user]

>:3 alright my b*tches and bros and nonbinary-hoes, listen up.

>:( after years of witnessing my town in texas get more and more radicalized, now that i'm out of the closet and that orange fuck has won and is gonna rage war against me and my kin, i'm officially OUT.

UwU thanks to my loving partner and his family, i am leaving the south for good and never looking back.

:D IF THIS POST GETS AT LEAST 1000 NOTES, I WILL:

- get a mohawk and dye it a rainbow of colors

-spend a FULL YEAR re-learning art so i can draw decently again and start making art for my community

- get a tattoo to celebrate my escape (suggestions welcome)

- buy a sewing machine and learn to customize/make my own clothes to FINALLY live up to my fashion dreams

-learn an instrument, and its okay if i dont play it well at first.

and finally

-FINISH MY GODDAMN BOOK, and get it edited and submitted to the public domain.

UwU i leave this hell for good in december 5th, so i guess call that my new years resolution if it works. this doesnt have a deadline, i just wanna START.

-u- oh, and while i'm here, lemme make a statement and ensure the only support i get are REAL based people who i'd gladly befriend and platonically kiss.

I'M AB/DL AND PROUD OF THAT DAMN IT!!!

>:( k1nkshaming is for traitors, and after both FurAffinity AND Patreon have begun banning us wholesale, i'm done hiding this.

THE CRINKLE IN MY PANTS DOESNT MAKE ME ANY LESS HUMAN DAMN IT.

UwU that last bit i wanted to say cuz it funny, heheheh. no way is seymour gonna read THAT out loud.

;3 but if he doessssssssss. :3 hope they doin well, that man is a treasure.

^u^ my friends, my Little siblings out there listening, everyone of you, i wish us all a happier future.

edit: well! :3 at least FurAffinity has finally shown us some decency. Sciggles, i could kiss you! ^u^ there are still good people in this world after all!

[teyvat-academy-au]

Trouble ensued, and it was somebody's fault. But as students/teachers, nobody wants a criminal record.

UA: *Rushing away on foot, but only a few of them are fast enough or smart enough to quickly disappear(at the time being, since they are still in their first year and haven't developed their skill usage much)*

Mondstader: *Using Albedo's elevator to escape, with Klee's bombs as distaction*

Liyuenian: *As quick as lightning, already gone using Xiao's ability*

Inazuman: *Tanuki special disguise art, become one with the surrounding*

Sumerian: *Four-clover sigils, gone with a zap of light*

Fontainian: *Sneak Lv1000 or disappear into a water source, swim too fast to get caught*

Natlanese: *Rainbow bridge away the moment Kinich caught wind of the cop/ heroes*

Lyney, in a situation where the group needs to escape: Now I'm going to make these people vanish completely! *★,°*:.☆Whoosh*★,°*:.☆

[mumblelard]

i'm having the swamp dreams every night. these dreams often involve actual swamps, but not always, they're more a type of nightmare with a particular emotional flavor. a restful type of nightmare, compared to their cousins, but one that doesn't want to let go, even after i'm awake and going about my day

[mikanswrittingtime]

https://gofund.me/713bae84

My boyfriend was disowned for being trans and is stuck in a place where it's unsafe for him to exist.

We’re trying to raise money so he can get to Germany, survive, and live without fear.

If you can help or reblog, it would mean the world to both of us. Thank you very much, lot of love.

[of-fear-and-love]

[mysterious-secret-garden]

George Frederick Watts - Orlando Pursuing The Fata Morgana.

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[groovy-angel000]

I’ve always slipped between the pages of books or the glow of a screen to find a world that wasn’t mine—somewhere softer, somewhere I could breathe. Escaping into stories has been my way of coping, a quiet rebellion against everything too heavy to carry. But now, it feels like I’m running out of places to run. The stories blur, the magic fades, and I’m left staring at a reality I’ve tried so hard to outrun. It’s like the walls of every escape I’ve built are slowly closing in, and I don’t know where to go from here.

[mossycobblestonewrites]

I was driving home and just listening to my music when inspiration attacked me. I'm an avid country/folk/bluegrass music enjoyer (fight me) and a song from one of my favorite bands came on...

Anyway,, I started brainstorming, and I have chronic "make au and then aus of that au" syndrome and now we are here;

DANNY PHANTOM AU(S)!!!

Lock-down -> you know how Amity is constantly described as not being on the maps? That, now make it worse, the GiW has taken over the town and it's now basically a prison (this one is not fully made because monkey brain liked the other one better)

Allegheny -> fully based off the song lmao, Danny is born in raised in an isolated town. The town is run by the GiW who have been a thing the entire time. The town isn't that much different, the kids go to school, the ghosts still attack. The Fenton's work for the GiW but so does every adult so it's not like they're special. The kids don't like their tyrannical town government (think hunger games the capital visiting the districts, think internment camps, combind them in a blender) everyone is exhausted but it's like, they are in the middle of nowhere, they have no access to the outside, and ghost are attacking so like - are the GiW really in the wrong? Every house is the same but the Fenton's still have a lab in the basement, Danny's accident still happeneds, but everyone knows about ghosts and no one trusts them (think the red scare.) Phantom is born from desperation, Danny sort of bought into the GiW propaganda, but becoming a ghost really changed his perspective. His new goal is to escape, after all, you either work the factory line, man the truck stop gas stations, and join the white suits.

I'm eating Allegheny AU,, I'm gonna write more for it methinks, later though because I have homework and work work and I also have to sleep unfortunately,,, brainrot spreads...

[reanimateobjects]

[tsunami-kelsey]

/lyr , " It's Gonna Get Weird " < 3

[bashibuzuk]

[mumblelard]

rosemary or towel day

i bought some dried rosemary but it never sounds good when i'm cooking so maybe i don't like rosemary anymore

last night i dreamt i lived underneath a bookshelf in the little space between the bottom shelf of books and the floor

family lunch today was unexpectedly uneventful given all the recent happenings

when i was in sixth grade in texas, we didn't have a class summer camp, but one time i was taken to a pentecostal lock-in at some church out in the country that i had never been to before. the theme of the lock-in was concentration camp, and all of the adults were playing the role of communist guards who were oppressing us for our christian beliefs.

there were exercises where we were supposed to resist this ideological oppression in some recommended way and proclaim our faith. of course, i didn't want to be there, i couldn't have argued it clearly then, but the lock-in was of course itself an exercise in ideological oppression and abusive brainwashing

at some point, i hid in a cabinet, and they moved all of the other kids to an activity in some other room, and then i snuck out of the building. i walked to a gas station a couple of miles away that we had passed on our way there. i bought a coke, because they hadn't given us any food. i called my parent's on a payphone or i tried to, and i have no memory of what happened after that. it's a total blank spot. sometimes when i tell that story, i will give it an ending. my parent's came and picked me up. i was in trouble but they didn't make me go back. really though, i have no idea what happened next

[rain-rainynights-side]

To slip into the soft haziness of dreams Molecules muted in every crevice Floating in a blissful empty abyss Would be the deceptively safest space For my soul to reside

[rain-rainynights]

twilight sedation

glistening dreaming soft edges this realm,

lovely enchanting so lost in the haze-

an elixir of gold flowing through my veins a firm yet gentle hold tethering me to my fate

life is but a dream so why not savor the taste of drifting down the stream fading to love forgetting the hate?

glistening enchanting no dredges can be felt

lovely dreaming masked in fog nights and days-

how my worries have come to fold upon themselves at the gate why only i cross the threshold and you come along so quaint

guiding me as i say goodnight to the edges sharp and dull and you set me free to roam the confines of my desolate mind

[mysterious-secret-garden]

George Frederick Watts - Orlando Pursuing The Fata Morgana, 1846-48.

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