WHOA hey what the fuck i just realized i was mutuals with a terf??? dunno how the hell that happened but. promptly blocked. im a trans man get the fuck outta my face.
and if any of you are about queer infighting bullshit or label discourse get the fuck outta my face as well. idk how bad that is on here cause i dont use tumblr often but its all over xitter and im so sick of it especially during pride month.
just a reminder that bigots want us all dead and your bootlicking won't save you. it's all of us or none of us.
mutual aid request !!!! (URGENT!!!! FACING HOMELESSNESS AND NEGLECT)
hi, im muyang, i'm a severely disabled (mental + physical) transfeminine intersex person of color stuck at a neglectful and borderline abusive homeless shelter, to keep it short they don't give us enough food to comfortably live off of most of the time, i just want a little money for groceries for this week that's all thank you. please rb to help i don't know what else to do i can't work a job and i don't have any family left who'd be willing to help. please donate anything you can i'm begging. i hate making posts like this because i've been told before it's guilt trippy and manipulative i don't wanna seem that way i just don't like starving im sorry. thank you to anyone who donates no matter how small.
my cashapp is $muyang7 , this is the code below
i have a paypal as well which is @Muyang777 and a kofi which is here
UPDATE 05/28/26 : this is very VERY URGENT now. i will be forced to move out of my shelter
my homeless shelter is kind of gently kicking me out due to my disabilities and me needing a level of care they cannot provide. this is incredibly short notice, i have until some time next week before this transition will start. i desperately am in need of help. please donate anything you can and contact me if you know of disability friendly housing available in mid michigan. i dont know what else to do. im very distraught i have nowhere else to turn. please help in any way you can. thank you all so much
James knew it was time to buy a new toaster when his old one caught fire one morning. It was covered in soot and years of breadcrumbs crusted around the slots that he scarcely cleaned. It had bugs on the inside that multiplied in their nests nestled under the hot rods and infested the rest of his house. James decided that he couldn't wait any longer. He had to go buy a new one, so he could continue making Laura pop tarts every morning.
The giant store stood tall and wide in front of James, its blue and tan exterior sticking out in contrast to nearby establishments. The parking lot was full to the brim with rows of cars. Carts were stray from the cart racks, but he didn't bother pushing them back in their place. James didn't need a cart and he found it silly to grab one just for a single item.
Strolling through the front doors, he was greeted by an innumerable amount of loud sounds. Children screaming, kids yelling, scanners beeping, and the most obnoxious pop music he had ever heard. He searched for an empty checkout lane, and to his luck, the only one that didn't have lines of people trying to go through it had a cashier standing behind it. Not just any cashier, either! It was Angela. James jogged forward to greet her, but she didn't seem too pleased to see him. Her shoulders slumped down immediately when spotting him.
"Angela."
"What do you need...?" She breathed. Angela sounded tired and a little fed up.
"I'm looking to buy a new toaster." He brushed a hair off of the front of his jacket. "Can you tell me where they are?"
Angela paused to think for a moment, but as she opened her mouth to speak, a lady came barreling down the lane on the opposite side of James. Her face was red with fury, her plaid dress stained in water.
"Help! Help! My son is playing in the toilets!"
"Your — what?" Angela stuttered.
"You heard me! My little Hubert... he's playing in the toilets! I told him to stop, b-but he won't listen to me!" She shrieked, tears welling up in her wide eyes.
"He's clogged all of them with toilet paper... and there's water everywhere! Help! He thinks it is a game!"
Angela curled her fingers. "Ma'am, you might... might want to control your kid yourself."
"I can't!!!!!!!!!!!! Help me!!!! Ahhh, help me!!!!!!!!!! Ahhhhhh!"
James sighed heavily, tapping his foot slightly as the woman blubbered on. Finally, Angela grabbed hold of the microphone next to her and spoke over the intercom with it.
"There's a wild kid in the bathroom clogging toilets. Wild kid in the bathroom clogging toilets."
As Angela gestured the distraught woman over to her, she completed shifted her attention away from James. Whatever. James would find the appliances himself, even if it took a while longer. James continued on his way, dodging rude customers and nearly tripping twice over carts parked in the way. The aisles were long and seemed to drag on forever. Each one was packed to suit a different need. James was set on getting there fast; he had already been held up long enough. He didn't slow until a trickling noise coming from one of the liquor aisles grew louder as he approached it. He stopped quickly and peered around the rack, the sight in front of him making his stomach sink. There stood a horrifying creature, a huge blade standing tall at its side. Its pyramid-like head was tilted upwards as it smashed a bottle against the metal framing. The liquid inside poured into some sort of entryway, but James couldn't tell where it was located from where he was standing.
"Agh ahh ahh" Screamed James.
It turned to face him, its head jerking to the side.
"What the hell are you?!" James stared at the mess of glass and alcohol at its feet. "You shouldn't be doing that."
It frustratedly gestured towards him as if it were speaking, but no words came out.
"Oh, get outta here." James scoffed. "I'm telling a staff member about this.
As he turned to leave, the creature followed closely behind. It dragged its heavy knife with much struggle, but its quickening pace suggested that it wasn't happy. As it pulled the weapon back, preparing to swing it down on James, he sped forward around a rack of teddy bears. James ran down the aisle in front. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the knife slam down onto the metal rack. Some of the teddies were sliced down the middle, however, the container didn't budge and the recoil from the knife stunned the creature. Luckily, he was able to lose chase shortly after. James' pace slowed and he continued his careful search for the appliance section: the appliance section where his much needed toaster sat waiting for him. He decided he'd try his luck again finding someone to help him. The store was far bigger, and more confusing than he truly realized. As he wandered into the food section, he noticed a small staff room door at his lefthand side: it was cracked open slightly. Fed up, he marched towards it and past the many aisles and annoying shoppers shoving by him to get to it. James heard faint music coming from the inside when he pressed his ear against the small opening. With that, he grabbed onto the handle and swung it open. The room was inoffensive and barren, a singular round table and a fridge and stove sat awkwardly spaced apart in a corner. A single man, one James knew all too well; Eddie. His blue vest was an indicator that he was a worker, and he sat browsing some sort of magazine. He could clearly see James. James he knew he was ignoring him, however. He announced himself from the doorframe, raising his voice on purpose.
"Eddie, I didn't know you worked here. Can you help me with something? There's nobody else around."
"I do. And sure there is... just look around."
When Eddie didn't look up, James stormed across the room and ripped the magazine from his hands.
"Hey!" He snatched it back. "Can't you see I'm busy?"
"Doing what?" James raised his eyebrows.
"Uh..."
"Well, why don't you make yourself useful and help me find a toaster."
"Toaster's at the back... err, left. Can't miss it." Eddie mumbled.
"Which back?"
"Opposite side of the store, I think."
Even more frustrated, James turned his back to Eddie and charged off. There was no bothering with him.
James followed his vague directions, walking out of the food section and winding around turns to get to the other side of the building. Finding nothing but home decor, he trudged further across. Fog started to hang heavy in the air. It was a strange sight that James was too angry to take note of. He was so angry that he could jump up and down and say fuck and other bad words too. But at last. In front of him, he could barely make out the words to a hanging sign.
"Appliances"
James' face lit up. Clutching his jacket close, he scuttled down the rows of washers and dryers and i dont know what else wlamart has sorry
Now James noticed the fog, and it became a real annoyance. It made his search for the correct aisle even harder. James almost ran into a few other customers, who waved their fists at him when he nearly crashed against them. It wasn't his fault. He nearly skipped an aisle, but upon doubling back he realized that was the one he was looking for. He jogged down it at lightninfg speed, and stopped himself just short of where the toasters were located. So many decisions! In front of him, stacked to the ceiling; rows of toasters, all different sizes and shapes, sat pristine and untouched in their glory.
"Which one?" he scratched his chin.
He picked up a few before placing them back where he found them. However, one in particular caught his eye! It was almost identical to the one he had before Mary died, the reliable old toaster that proved worthy for years. James felt horrible for how much he mistread the thing. Delicately grabbing hold of the new one, he held it close.
"I'll keep you clean this time."
He kissed the toaster on its shiny black and silver surface before wiping away the smudge with his sleeve.
"I'm James sunderla
This tender moment was interrupted by a dreaded scraping sound. He whirled around, nearly dropping his new tool in the process.
"Hello?"
It grew louder, a large silhouette emerging from the fog; its triangular head striking fear into his heart. Thankfully, it was as slow as ever. James turned to run down the opposite side of the long aisle, but was stopped short by a second pyramid thing turning the bend. He knew what to do. Reaching for his back, he expected to feel the handle of the long shotgun he usually stored vertically between his two asscheeks. However, he didn't. He felt his pockets, then patted down the ones on his Carhartt.
"What the hell?! I could've sworn I-"
The monsters grew near on both sides, sending James scrambling towards the middle of the aisle. He tried to squeeze through one of the shelves behind him into the next aisle, shoving aside a bunch of coffee makers, but soon realized he couldn't fit through.
"What do I do now?"
He realized there was nowhere else to go, and right before the creatures reached him, he squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't even have his wooden plank. Poor Laura, he thought. All alone after losing Mary, and now him, too. All James wanted to do was make her breakfasts better: now he'd be dead. But as he heard the mighty creatures raise their weapons with a heaving grunt, a guttural scream sounded from behind them. James raised his head from its position between his knees, and the monsters looked towards the sound. There, at his right side, at the end of the aisle, stood Maria. James hadn't seen her in a long while. Months, even. She was supposed to be dead back in that town he went to find Mary in, but it seemed she made her way back. Maria looked different. She was ripped, her thick muscles bulging under the fabric of her sweater as she clenched her fist. She was wielding a spear, and by vaulting herself forwards with it, she took out one of the monsters in a single jab after spinning midair and aiming it towards its toned shoulder. The creature dropped to the cold floor and Maria spun backwards and landed on her feet. The spear had completely impaled the creature from its neck sideways, all the way down to its knee. It was a grisly sight. Maria retracted the spear from its body with ease and locked eyes on the other one, that was now desperately waddling away as it tried its best to haul its great knife along. She caught it from behind and jabbed the rod into its back, before pulling it back in a rush. That was enough to bring the beast onto its knees, and before it could crawl away, Maria stomped down on it twice with the rough kick of her boot.
James sprung to his feet.
"Maria! You... you saved me! That was amazing!"
Maria ran her fingers through her hair. "My name is Awesome Maria now, James... and you're welcome."
James clutched his toaster close as he watched the thick fog dissipate around him.
"I'm so sorry for murdering you back in Silent Hill... I needed to get out of there."
Maria laughed before crossing her arms.
"Don't worry about that, silly." She frowned, furrowing her eyebrows. "I guess I'm sorry for trying to keep you with me forever. I was just sick of my existence only being tied to you... that's why I started going to the gym.. it wasn't fair for you."
"It wasn't fair for you, Maria - Awesome Maria."
Smiling warmly, she eyed down the appliance in his arms.
"Buying a toaster?"
"My old one broke... I just can't live without it, you know?"
"I guess."
Maria looked around James.
"Did you get rid of Laura?"
"I adopted her. She's at school right now."
"That's nice... I have a kid of my own on the way."
"Congratulations! Who's the father?"
She grinned. "Me."
James pressed his lips into a thin line, perplexe. He startled when he heard footsteps approaching from behind. A very pregnant Eddie strolled forward before standing at Maria's side. James thought he had must put on some more weight, but he was very wrong.
James stuttered. "How did you-?"
"I don't know." A harrowing expression crossed her face. "But we'll make it work."
Maria and James continued their conversation as they headed back towards the checkout lanes. They were getting along fine, laughing and cracking jokes, until a loud crash sounded throughout the building. They watched as the entire front of the building crumbled down, a flying object whizzing through. Angela, still comforting the parent, shrieked and fled from the ladies side.
Inside the floating object, a bald man sat, his mustache long and his body portly.
"I am dr geggman i will kill you all. SONIC!'!!!!"
"I've got this." Maria glared and dropped to a haunch, grabbing her spear from its place by her side. She started towards the vehicle with lightning speed, launching herself once more onto the round metal frame. However, things didn't go as planned. Her weapon bounced off of the siding ferociously and flung itself backwards, sending Maria with it. As she flew multiple feet backwards in the air, her body slammed to the tile with great force. James watched as the spindly spear spun above her before impaling her through the stomach. His jaw dropped quickly. He ran to Maria's side. Falling to his knees, he noticed that she was already dead. Awesome, badass Maria - killed too soon by pure coincidence once more. Rage flooded through James' body. He carefully set down the toaster and faced the floating vehicle, whose bulbous glas top was sliding open.
"Muahahaha!" Eggman laughed.
"That's enough of you." James growled, staring up at the red clad man.
"And just what are you going to do about it!? I will take control of this city, and everyone will be under my rule!"
James grit his teeth, sweat pouring down his nose. "You won't get away with this. You killed Maria!"
"And I'll do it again!"
Eggman let out another laugh, but it was cut short by a giant hand slamming against his floating egg. He yelled, the vehicle staying put as the impact caused him to fly into the many, many aisles to the right, stopping short of the wall. His body went limp against the metal racks as tons of strained items crashed down onto him.
In front of James stood a man near his size, the exception being that his hands were ginormous.
"You, you-" James stammered, flooded with gratitude.
"My name is Markiplier and I have big hands."
"Thank you, Markiplier."
"Don't thank me... Thank her."
Markiplier shifted to the side as Angela walked forward. She stammered as she spoke and tapped her fingers together.
"I... I knew just who to call. For a situation like this."
"Angela... you saved everyone!" James exclaimed. "How will I ever repay you?"
"It's fine, I mean... I don't know..."
James looked back at Maria's lifeless body, Eddie now slumped over her in utter despair.
James finally rang up his toaster. If he hadn't gone to walmart, perhaps none of this would have happened. Maybe it would have, and Angela and Markiplier would have saved the day anyway. With one last farewell wave, James wandered out of the same two doors he went inside just an hour earlier. Just in time to pick Laura up from school.
"Theyfab" isn't a slur, silly! It's only a disparaging, insulting term I call a minority I don't like, irrationally blame for all my problems and make death and rape threats toward. Why would you think it's a slur?
