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Im really bad at drawing faces so I just gave up *shrugs*

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Koogi’s official art redraw  ^♡^

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Hey guys. I am once again having to rely on donations because I have exhausted literally every other option for financial help there is. Literally everything I can find.

The backstory here is that at the end of last year, my abusive father kicked me out of home for being gay. Since then, I have found myself suddenly thrust into “the real world” trying to find my way with few skills and little knowledge.

To add to this, I have severe mental health problems and frequently find myself in psychiatric wards involuntarily. I am trying to stabilise myself but it’s hard when I can’t afford my medication or therapy.

At the moment, I am once again struggling to pay my rent. I HAVE TWO JOBS. AND I WORK ODD JOBS AROUND THE NEIGHBOURHOOD. AND I TUTOR KIDS. But because I have been going through a rough time and have spent a lot of time in hospital lately, I simply haven’t been able to make enough money to pay my rent this month.

I need $530 to make my rent this month.

IN RETURN FOR DONATIONS, I AM WILLING TO OFFER THE FOLLOWING

promos to my blogs and reblogs my friend’s blogs (about 10k followers altogether

girl advice (which I give out for free but ya know)

feedback on your essays because I’m a straight A student and have been tutoring people in humanities subjects since I was in high school (how much feedback depends on how well I know the subject, but at the very least I can give advice on essay structure and grammar) (I’ll try to do this as quickly as possible but it’s first in first served)

anything else you can think of that I might be able to offer?

HOW TO DONATE

Paypal (preferred)

http://paypal.me/emilygwen

Ko-Fi

https://ko-fi.com/emilygwen

Any and all donations, even of $1, will be met with the deepest gratitude and love.

Reblog are also very important.

Thank you for reading.

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Art Theft

Uhhhgg when will these people stop already

Anyways, the user @yaoidump is reposting a lot of McHanzo artwork without permission or any credit whatsoever.

DO NOT reblog or like any of their posts. Report them if you can.

Please check and make sure none of the art is yours.

**EDIT:

There is NSFW and graphic fanart on there as well, just a heads up.

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Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.

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Hey, everyone, I need a lot of help

I don’t want to ask for money, not in the slightest but I have no other option. 

First of all, I’m disabled. I have Ehlers-Danlos and am wheelchair bound and can’t work. My fiance, I call him my hubby because it has been so long, cannot work because he takes care of me because I require around the clock care. If I move the wrong way I can tear a ligament and I have torn the same ligament at least four times. 

A lot of people would say to ask my family but I can’t. I need $660 so I can keep my   house which my parents are also hell bent on moving into even though they won’t help. They abused me my entire life from verbal abuse like being told I was hated to physical abuse that has left such a mental scar, I am terrified of the sound a belt makes when it is snapped against itself. My parents told me they thought I was faking my disability until I wound up in my wheelchair. They didn’t apologize.

Even now, they expect me to pay for their bills when my fiance and I live hand to mouth on a social security check of $735. After the house bills, we have around $100 to make it an entire month. That has to cover medications my meidcaid won’t cover and gas and god forbid my bills are even a little higher or I have no clue what to do.

I hate asking for this but I can’t end up homeless, especially with my health problems it could kill me.

If 60 people give $10 to my paypal, you’ll save me, my home, my fiance and both of our lives.

Guys I am begging with my entire soul. Please give and if you can’t then reblog. Please.

paypal.me/ashbatsj

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REBLOG IF IT’S OKAY FOR PEOPLE TO SLIP INTO YOUR MESSAGES TO TALK ABOUT THE PROBLEMS THAT THEY ARE FACING AND THAT YOU’RE WILLING TO HELP AND SUPPORT THEM AS MUCH AS YOU CAN

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All of the K-POP fandom is supporting us, Shawols. 

My God I’m not even that far into the SHINee fandom, and this has hit me pretty hard. I can’t imagine how hard it is for Onew, Taemin, Minho and Key. And all of you Shawols who are as dedicated to SHINee as I am BTS.

Stay strong SHINee. Stay strong Shawols.

(pic from twitter)

I didn’t make this pic (if I had there would be a ton more fandoms but we know every single one is with us)

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I saw the news that Jonghyun commited suicide when I was at school so I went to the bathroom and cried my eyes out. I loved him and now he’s gone. I couldn’t think of anything in that moment, it’s like I couldn’t breath then , everything hurt but especially my heart and soul.And as a person that’s struggling with herself and a person that has thoughts about suicide this has hit me so hard.

My deep prayers are going out to his family,friends, the members, his fans and everyone he left behind. Stay strong.

Please if anyone is struggling don’t hesitate to dm me I’ll help you with all my power and with everything I got.

Jonghyun is gone but he’ll never be forgotten.

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to early emphasis: dear cloud’s nine has confirmed that she was asked by jonghyun to post his final note before passing to fans. she has also confirmed that she was given the blessing from his family to share it with the world. you can find confirmation of this here. below will be proper triggers for this post as it is not easy to read. i will also leave nine’s comment that she left on her post as it is important in regards to why she was asked to post it. if you feel that i have missed any please do not hesitation message me on my personal blog (jaekyung) and i will add them as quickly as i am able to. also thank you to sonexstella for translating. —- trigger warning(s): death tw, depression tw, suicide ideation tw, suicide tw nine: i said my final goodbye with jonghyunnie. even after seeing his smiling portrait of the deceased, it still feels like jonghyunnie will come to me and smile as if all of this was a dream. starting from awhile back, jonghyunnie told me his dark and deep internal stories. i think each day was very difficult for him. i kept having uneasy thoughts so i made it known to his family and tried my hardest to capture his heart but it only ended up postponing time and i could not block his last (action). i still cannot believe he is not in this world and it’s so painful. i’m still afraid, not knowing if it’s the right thing to upload these words but jonghyun himself asked me to please upload these words if he disappeared from this world. i wished this day would never come … after discussing with his family i am uploading his final note, according to his last wishes. i think that there must be a reason why he left this up to me. i worry that there will be controversy. however, i think that he predicted this and asked me, so i decided that i will do the one last thing i can do for jonghyunnie. i hope everyone knows now that jonghyun was not alone and that he worked hard … that he did really well … please thank him for withstanding well … beautiful jonghyun, i really love you a lot. going forward, i will love you a lot. in that place, please don’t be in pain and i hope you will be peaceful … —- i am broken from the inside. depression that slowly ate away at me ended up swallowing me. i couldn’t beat it. i hated myself. i held onto memories that have died out and, even though i shouted to snap out of it, there was no response. if suffocating breaths will not open up it’s better instead to stop. i asked who can take responsibility for myself. it’s you. i was completely alone. it’s easy to say you’ll end it. it’s hard to end it. i lived up to now admist that difficulty. you said i wanted to run away. that’s right. i wanted to run away. from myself. from you. i asked who was there. i said it was me. again, it was me. and once again, it was me. i asked why i kept losing memories. it’s my personality. i see. in the end, it’s all my fault. i hoped someone would notice, but no one knew. never met me, so of course, no one knew i was there. i asked why i was living. just. just. everyone just lives. if i asked why someone would die, you would say you’re exhausted. i suffered from concern. i never learned how to change tiresome pains into joy. pain is just pain. i urged myself not to be like that. why? why can’t i end it according to my own will? i tried to find out why i was in pain. i knew too well. i am in pain because of myself. it’s all because it’s my fault and because i’m foolish. teacher, did you want to hear these words? no. i did nothing wrong. when he blamed my personality with a quiet voice i thought it was so easy to be a doctor. it’s fascinating to see why i’m in this much pain. people who have more hardships than i do live well. people who are weaker than me live well. maybe that’s not it. of people who are alive, there is no one who has more hardships than i do, and who is weaker than i am. despite this, i was told to live. i asked why this is the case a hundred times, and it’s never for me. it’s for you. i wanted it to be for me. please don’t say things you don’t know. find out why it’s difficult. i told you many times why it’s difficult for me. with that, is it not possible for it to be this difficult? does there need to be more concrete drama? are you wanting more of a story? i already told you. did you not pay attention? what i can overcome doesn’t leave a scar. colliding with the world must not have been my fate. being known to the world must not have been my life. that’s why everything was difficult. colliding, and being known was difficult. why did i chose that. it’s a funny incident. it’s commendable that i was able to withstand up to this point. what more can i say? just tell me i worked hard. that i did a good job. that i went through a lot. even if you can’t smile, please don’t send me off in blame. you worked hard. you went through a lot. goodbye.

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This website is like a suicide hotline but with text chat instead.  I would appreciate it if you guys helped spread the word.

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Hello from the dead,brother

Warning : Some parts may have gore ,violence , sexual themes, death, swearing and things like that. So if you get triggered easily read with countion!

Prologue

                                                      Part one

(Told from Niklaus’s point of view)

Sitting in a boring class really sucks. Especially when it’s health class. I’m a bloody vampire. I don’t get hurt, I don’t get sick, I don’t really have to eat (unless I want to) and I heal the moment I get cut or scratched or whatever, unless it’s wood that hurts me, then it takes time and blood. Whelp verbena is hurtful to vampires too. It’s like poison, without the killing part. Humans tend to carry that around. The verbena I mean.

You see this isn’t like those novels where humans don’t know about the supernatural and be like all surprised when they learn about us, they actually know about us and it’s a daily occurrence to see and meet supernaturals. We even have a supernatural committee/parliament. They’re called ‘The Originals’. Quite the name if I do say so myself. We have rules and commitments too.

“Why do I have to take this class again?” I mumble under my breath  and put my head on my hand.

The more and more the teacher blabbers the more it gets boring. Soon my eyes are slowly drifting shut. I sigh and let sleep take over me, that is until I feel someone kick me on the leg.

“Klaus don’t you fucking dare!” my best friend whisper yells at me.

I shake my head. “I can’t help! This class is so boring and unnecessary to me!”

“Shut it, Klaus, I don’t want to hear it!” He answers back.

“Fine….fine.” I give in.

“Besides what’s the matter with you lately? You been falling asleep in almost every class.” Axel asks worryingly, but at the same time sternly.

That’s Axel Blaze for you. The quiet, unemotional, some may even say cold , poker faced, sarcastic soccer player. Never speaks unless it’s necessary. Gets all the girl attention, but ignores every single one of them if they approach him in a romantically way. For a while I thought he was asexual or aromatic, but he straight up told me he wasn’t. He told me he was looking for a girl to pull him in, to make him interested ,not to just lay under his feet the moment he approaches them.

“I haven’t been able to get much sleep lately.”

It’s a couple of weeks after I had the dream about my sister. I should probably say the first dream , because these couple of weeks that’s all I’m dreaming of. The same dream, the same place, the same scenario.

I brush my face with the palms of my hands.

“Dude, I don’t know. It’s just that…Those nightmares are the same all the fucking time”

“Maybe you should see a therapist?” He suggests shrugging his shoulders.

“No fucking therapist will help me. I’m sure of it.”

“Have you tried?” He scoffs.

“No and I don’t need to.” I shake my head.

“Besides how scary can the nightmare be? I mean it’s your twin and she’s dead. So I’m sure as hell the nightmare won’t come true.”

“Yeah…You’re probably right.”

“And maybe it’s because you miss her. I mean her death anniversary is coming up and all. One year is it?” He asks.

“Two.” I correct him.

He doesn’t say anything and just turns his head back to the board where the teacher is explaining something.

After another boring 20 minutes the bell rings and we all go to lunch. I grab some too to stuff my stomach so I don’t get thirsty for a while.

“Klaus! Axel!” Our friend Mark, the captain of the soccer team and also the goalkeeper, yells and waves to come to the table.

We sit down by the soccer team and the managers are sitting there too. I’m also the part of the soccer team, but I can’t really play any real matches just practice. That’s because it’s against the rules to vampires play against humans.

“So Klaus did you fall asleep in class again?” Nathan, a fellow midfielder, asks.

Victoria (also a manager for the soccer team) gives me a death glare.

“He almost did, but Axel woke him up.” Damon, a defender, chimes in.

“Give him a break guys, he hasn’t gotten much sleep in these past weeks and we all know that” Camellia says sweetly giving me a gentle smile.

“You’re too good for everyone, Camel” Caleb, her boyfriend, says.

“The anniversary is coming soon too, so…” Toby starts and everyone goes silent for a moment.

Not a lot of people at this table knew Nelly. Only a couple: Victoria (obviously), Caleb, Toby, Hiroto, Jude, Nicolas and that’s it.  Caleb, Toby and Hiroto knew her because them and us were childhood friends. Jude and Nicolas knew her, because she used to go to school with them, before the two transferred. I never really knew why Nelly went to Royal high and not to Raimon high, I mean our family (from dad’s side)are  the founders of this school and our father is the chairman. But I guess she chose a different school.

“Dude, but seriously why we never met your sister?” Damon breaks the silence.

“I was wondering that too. I mean I’m your best friend and have been at your house thousands of times before and after her death, but I never met her.” Axel asks looking straight into my eyes.

I shrug. “She was antisocial I guess. Wasn’t a fan of speaking. And she was pretty shy. So she mostly would lock herself in her room.”

“But she was sweet and kind. More of a listener than a talker. When you needed a shoulder to vent to she was there.” Caleb added and then looked down at his plate saddened that he had to remember.

Everyone noticed the mood change and it got really quiet at our table. That is until Shawn, another player at the team, came rushing in at full speed.

“Klaus! Come quick!” He yelled breathing heavily.

“What is it Shawn?” Sylvia, one of the managers asked concerned.

“Klaus’s locker-“He didn’t get to finish his sentence, since my dad came rushing in.  

Everyone at the cafeteria started whispering. It  didn’t see the schools chairman in the cafeteria every day.

“Nik come with me.” His voice was stern, but concerned.

I got up leaving my things at the lunch table. My steps were quick and big. I knew something wasn’t right, something was awfully wrong. Judging by my father’s face I could tell it wasn’t going to be pretty.

“What is happening dad?” I asked as soon as we were in the hall.

“It’s hard to explain…You’ll have to see for yourself.” He answered gulping loudly. “Your mom is on the way. So is the police of both supernatural and human.”

“Police?” I asked out loud.

Something big must have happened if the police of both humans and supernaturals are involved. I took a deep breath preparing myself for whatever the hell I’m going to see. We stopped finally in front of my locker and what I saw made my stomach turn.

There was blood everywhere around it; I could tell by the smell that it was both human and animal. But that wasn’t what terrified me. It was the dead animal that was hanging from the sealing right above my locker; it was disfigured so much that you couldn’t tell what it was. But I guess the animal isn’t as scary as to what I see next; a picture. Not any kind of picture; a picture of my dead twin in all her glory, looking as beautiful as ever. Next to the picture was a sentence writing in blood: ‘It’s your fault, Klaus’.

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Hello from the dead,brother

Warning : Some parts may have gore ,violence , sexual themes, death and things like that. So if you get triggered easily read with countion!

Prologue

(Told from Niklaus’s point of view)

Cold sweat was running down my face. I was running. Running as fast as I,a vampire, could run. And it seemed to work. I didn’t see anyone anymore, but then I tripped falling down and all hell seemed to let loose. First the scream, then the uncontrollable sobbing  and begging for mercy and then nothing. Complete silence. I breathed heavily as I looked around. Nothing, that’s what I saw,. But the place looked familiar. Almost too familiar. I was too focused on my surroundings that I didn’t hear a twig snapping and loud footsteps coming towards me, until it was too late. A figure came out of behind the woods, the same figure that was chasing me. A petite girl with beautiful red and curled hair dressed in a white dress, a flower crown on her head and her eyes, the most memorable of her futures, dark red. I wanted to jump up and run, but I couldn’t. I was paralyzed in place. She came closer and closer until she was looking to me from above.

“It’s your fault Klaus" she spoke her voice as sweet as honey.

That’s the only thing she said. Just that. I looked at her hand and saw a wooden stake. She lifted it up and looked straight into my eyes one last time before stabbing me right through the heart. ________________________________________________________________

I jumped awake in my bed covered in sweat. And the first thing I did was search the bed with my hand. I didn’t stop until I felt a body. I sighed of relief. My girlfriend (also a vampire) was lying next to me. I guess she felt me jumping up and awoke, because the next thing she did was take my hand in hers and groan a bit.

“What’s the matter Nik?” She asked now sitting up.

Nik was the nickname she calls me, while most people call me Klaus and on rare occasions people call me by my full first name, Niklaus.

“I just had a really bad dream” I say now sitting up straighter and bringing her closer to me.

“What about?” Victoria pursues further.

“It was-” I stop midway. “Oh my god” the realization hit me.

“Nik are you alright?” Victoria knits her eyebrows together looking directly into my eyes.

“The girl….the girl…the girl was-” I keep mumbling.

“Nik for heaven’s sake! Just tell me!” She raises her voice up, but then calms down “Nik,please. You’re scaring me.”

I tell her about the dream.

“And who’s the girl that killed you?” She puts air quotes on killed.

“Doesn’t she sound familiar, love? The red curly hair, the petite figure, the white dress?” I ask.

Victoria knits her eyebrows thinking, and then gasps.

“It can’t be… You haven’t dreamed of her since the day she died?”

I nod slowly. I haven’t dreamed of my twin sister since the day she died.

“Now I know why the place from dream looks familiar…” I say quietly, remembering the forest ,the last place where she was alive.

Victoria doesn’t answer knowing fully what I am speaking of.

“That must mean something. I dreamed about her a month before the two year anniversary of her death. She looked exactly the way we buried her for god’s sake! The same clothes, flower crown!” I throw my hands in the air out of frustration.

“Babe, just calm down.” V says calmly. “Maybe it’s just that the anniversary is coming up that’s all.”

I sigh giving in to her “Maybe.”

“It’s just a dream, Nik. Don’t over think it.” She tries to calm me down one last time and then lies down as do I.

After a hour or so Victoria is asleep again, but I can’t shut my eyes closed. Those words that Nelly said kept ringing inside my head.

“It’s your fault, Klaus”

Maybe my subconscious is finally coming clean to me? Maybe it’s trying to remind me what happened that night? Maybe…. I mean I did stab my twin sister with the white oak stake in the heart.

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Fake Chats #151

Jimin: my hands are so small.

Jungkook: small and cute.

Jimin: I wish they were a little but bigger.

Taehyung: I don't.

Jimin: it makes holding onto stuff harder.

Hoseok: but they fit into our hands perfectly.

Jimin: they're like baby hands and I'm not a baby.

Yoongi: you're the best kind of baby, our baby.

Jimin: I don't like that it's so noticeable.

Namjoon: most people look at your mochi face anyway.

Jimin: it definitely doesn't help with my mochi vibe.

Seokjin: you don't like your mochi vibe? Everyone loves your mochi vibe.

Jimin: my hands...

Jungkook: are smol and we love them, so you should too.

Jimin: why do you get to be a giant baby and I have to be the tiny hyung?

Jungkook: because it's adorable, so just deal with it. See? Our hands fit so nicely. And your head can lean on my shoulder. It's nice.

Jimin: okay.

BTS:

Yoongi: I'm small too.

Hoseok: and you're adorable too.

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“BTS doesn’t deserve the recognition they’re getting.”

Me:

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Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

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Daily Reminder.