hi! maybe you know me or maybe you don't. i'm an aging disabled genderqueer who has been living on this site for ages. i've shat posts, written poems, made music & videos too. i also host a few tumblr communities like my book club.
i have been unable to work for a while & am currently surviving in a low income apartment with help from family support, weekly plasma donations, commission orders & pawning old items. i am in a tighter spot than ever now with little help from assisted living services so far.
if you have enjoyed anything on this blog & want to help me live:
theme songs for just about any story or idea you have
background/AFK/intro & outro music for streamers and youtubers
8-16 bit retro sounds for game projects
battle songs, lofi, from breakcore & triphop to classical & country
and literally everything in-between
CURRENT PRICES (REDUCED):
$30 for a 0-2 minute song
$60 for 2-3
$90 for 3-4
$120 for 4+
i got my start playing live instruments with my dad as a child, & have both self training & classic training influences under my binder i mean belt. i made the transition into digital production about 9 years ago, although i still live record as well & enjoy blending both mediums.
i have completed quite a few orders since then! there is no genre I consider off limits, but i will tell you if I have less experience with something in your request. for more questions, just DM me or send an ask. have a safe day.
It's 5:30, and the heat advisory lasts until 11pm. Welding girlfriend closes the front door of your shared apartment after a standard 10 hour shift. You meet her at the door and sweep her into a smothering hug. Her sweat soaked clothes transfer their moisture to you instantly. You can tell the 75-80% humidity was hard on her. Her scent is so strong, so distinct. The smell of smoke and steel is an undercurrent to the heady aroma of pure body she gives off. She doesn't speak, she usually doesn't until an hour or two after work. You take her lunchbox to the small kitchen, and as you come back, she is slipping her feet out of her leather steel toe boots. She is soaked all the way down to her toes. The smell permeates the small entry way. She walks past you, and strips as she walks down the hall to the bedroom, she removes her cotton T-shirt with a wet peeling sound, and undoes her belt before the bedroom door. The FR pants fall away, and she is in her underwear. The underwear has caught the worst of the days sweat. Darkened and moist the bra, panties and socks are peeled away. She turns and sees you, standing in the bedroom doorway. Her head jerks towards the bed. "Get in, freak"
It's 5:30, and the heat advisory lasts until 11pm. Welding girlfriend closes the front door of your shared apartment after a standard 10 hour shift. You meet her at the door and sweep her into a smothering hug. Her sweat soaked clothes transfer their moisture to you instantly. You can tell the 75-80% humidity was hard on her. Her scent is so strong, so distinct. The smell of smoke and steel is an undercurrent to the heady aroma of pure body she gives off. She doesn't speak, she usually doesn't until an hour or two after work. You take her lunchbox to the small kitchen, and as you come back, she is slipping her feet out of her leather steel toe boots. She is soaked all the way down to her toes. The smell permeates the small entry way. She walks past you, and strips as she walks down the hall to the bedroom, she removes her cotton T-shirt with a wet peeling sound, and undoes her belt before the bedroom door. The FR pants fall away, and she is in her underwear. The underwear has caught the worst of the days sweat. Darkened and moist the bra, panties and socks are peeled away. She turns and sees you, standing in the bedroom doorway. Her head jerks towards the bed. "Get in, freak"
Please have a moment of silence for the people who were killed instead of freed when news of emancipation finally reached the furthest corners of the american south.
have another moment for the ledgers, catalogs, and records that were burned and the homes that were destroyed to hide the presence of very much alive and still enslaved people on dozens of plantations and homesteads across the south for decades after emancipation.
and have a third moment for those who were hunted and killed while fleeing the south to find safety across the border, overseas, in the north and to the west.
black people. light a candle, write a note to those who have passed telling them what you have achieved in spite of the racist and intolerant conditions of this world, feel the warmth of the flame under your hand, say a prayer of rememberance if you are religious, place the note under the candle, and then blow it out.
if you have children, sit them down and tell them anything you know about the life of oldest black person you've ever met. it doesn't have to be your own family. tell them what you know about what life was like for us in the days, years, decades after emancipation. if you don't know much, look it up and learn about it together.
This is Juneteenth.
white people CAN interact with this post. share it, spread it.
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