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We are Hibiscus and Sophia, two transgender people living together and doing our bes… Sophia Vickers needs your support for Help Hibiscus &
Hey yall, me and my housemate Hibiscus are gonna be homeless unless we can make rent this month thanks to the fact my disability check got delayed. Any amount helps!
Help two disabled transfolks pay their bills!
Hey there yall, never thought I'd have to make one of these, but I do. Due to a ton of unforeseen expenses and the current economic crisis, me and my housemate weren't able to make rent twice this year and as such have to raise around 2,000$. Any bit helps! Some info about us: I'm a 23 year old disabled transwoman, originally from Massachusetts but moved out to Portland because it was cheaper (yeah yeah I hear the laughter), I've got chronic pain and stiffness which stops me from being able to perform at most jobs. My housemate (who doesnt have a tumblr) is called Hibiscus, they're a 19 year old nonbinary person who is chronically ill, they're originally from Hawaii but moved out to Oregon to live with family for a short period before we moved in together We've got an adorable black cat by the name of Goblin, who lacks even the single braincell an orange cat would have (image on the fundraiser) and desperately don't want to have to give him up. Please, every dollar counts.
Hey, I'm Sophia. I'm a 23-year-old disabled trans woman currently l… Sophia Vickers needs your support for Help two disabled queer folks kee
Help two disabled transfolks pay their bills!
https://gofund.me/48d5c1c0
Hey there yall, never thought I'd have to make one of these, but I do. Due to a ton of unforeseen expenses and the current economic crisis, me and my housemate weren't able to make rent twice this year and as such have to raise around 2,000$. Any bit helps! Some info about us: I'm a 23 year old disabled transwoman, originally from Massachusetts but moved out to Portland because it was cheaper (yeah yeah I hear the laughter), I've got chronic pain and stiffness which stops me from being able to perform at most jobs. My housemate (who doesnt have a tumblr) is called Hibiscus, they're a 19 year old nonbinary person who is chronically ill, they're originally from Hawaii but moved out to Oregon to live with family for a short period before we moved in together We've got an adorable black cat by the name of Goblin, who lacks even the single braincell an orange cat would have (image on the fundraiser) and desperately don't want to have to give him up. Please, every dollar counts.
Heaven did seem to be the bright and holy place many describe it to be. . .
And quite honestly?
It was unbearable.
There’s two types of angels
• only using g-d or “father”, clear daddy issues
• “GOD DAMMIT”, “SWEET JESUS”, “FUCKING CHRIST”
This is G*D FUCKING DAMMIT erasure and I wont stand for it
⭐️gold replaces blood and grace substitutes the soul⭐️
I'd like a refund k thx
why tf are some of you angels so s i n n y who gave you permission to partake in such shenanigans
If g*d yeeted us down here we might as well enjoy it.
Karma and winter fallen angel aesthetic for anon :)
<3 <3 <3
2 types of angel bloggers
- takes themselves WAY too seriously, talks like they’ve studied the blade, seems to think they still have powers - literally only posts wing dab jokes and sky pics, self-reblogs their own ‘do you remember me uwu’ post 4 times a day
highly capricious and uncommon third type:
- carefully cultivates a springtime/summer Softgirl/boy cutesy angel aesthetic while also being an incredibly toxic person. usually associates themselves with spring/love aspects
no one told me I had to pick one of these! what have I been doing with my blog all this time?
you’re the first
Uhhh what about me?
Media sometimes uses a snarky butler as a sign of a weak or ineffectual employer, but man, if I had that kind of money, I’d pay extra for a butler who was quick-witted enough to just burn me to the ground at a moment’s notice.
This is the principle behind medieval jesters
Tbh Gabriel would probably be a Jester.
hi i'm an angel and where are my wings! where's my devil boyfriend! where are my besties! this is an outrage! how is my gay ass supposed to live like this, man!
Overthrow a small island nation and proclaim it Heaven 2: Electric Boogaloo.
Everyones invited except for anti-kin.
this might be a strange request, but could some of you possibly try to send some energy my way ? im feeling really drained tonight and i could use a bit of help. thank you friends 💛
Would if i could, but im drained rn as well. Best of luck
BREAKING: The FCC just voted to repeal net neutrality, meaning we’re all screwed. TV news shows were essentially silent about this for the three weeks leading up to the vote.
When I saw this post on my dash, it kept disappearing every time the site finished loading. It had nothing to do with my blacklist extension, all evidence of this post on my dash vanished. I had to go to the blog of the person I’m reblogging it from DIRECTLY. If you can see this post at all, even if it’s for a split second, try and like it and reblog it! Don’t let this post be hidden!
Angels walk among us. With crooked halos and shattered wings, they walk among us and try to remember what it felt like to be holy. Stretching out their arms and reminding themselves of what it felt like to soar.
Gods walk among us. Trapped inside too small bodies with nothing but the memories of when they were everything, and dream of the worlds and empires they helped forge. Their hands had once built galaxies, but now seemed so small.
Aliens walk among us. From far away worlds and twinkling stars, they carry on and wonder how they had gotten so far from home. One day they know they’ll traverse this galaxy once again, but until then they must make do with Earth.
Fae walk among us. Who try to remember their people, their customs, their dances, in a world that is convinced that they are children’s tales, and no more. Desperately trying to become themselves again, wondering if it was all simply a prank gone wrong, or something worse.
Forests walk among us. Those who remember their trees, their plants, the animals they kept safe under their canopy. Now they can only hope their small friends stay safe, until they can take care of them all again.
Animals walk among us. Wondering why they were stuck on two legs with none of their fur or feathers, scales or shells. Questioning why their voices suddenly are so wrong, so different from the cries they used to make. Surrounding themselves with whatever they can that reminds them of their home.
Ghosts walk among us. Clothed in flowing white and shadowy blues, wandering through areas that used to be solely theirs. They can no longer phase or float, but they make do. They have to.
Dragons walk among us. On feet without the claws they remember, and with heads held high despite the missing horns and fangs. They clamber forwards, rebuilding their hoard with every step of the way.
Dolls walk among us. Those with faded felt and chipped ceramics alike wondering why they were suddenly flesh. Looking over themselves and realizing their bodies were suddenly softer then they ever were, more sturdy then they ever were.
Galaxies walk among us. Made of star stuff and moonshine, infinitely growing forces trapped in too small bodies. Remembering what it felt like to span light years and wondering who had managed to trap supernovas into flesh and blood.
Monsters walk among us. In every shape and size; they walk; slither; crawl; and remember the days they were feared, and wonder if they really want that back. If they would want it back after finally being treated as a living creature with as much right to exist as anyone else.
Betrayers walk among us. With guilt-ridden hearts and regretful eyes. Who reassure themselves that it was the right thing to do, not quite sure if they believe themselves.
Saviors walk among us. With a shine in their eyes and smiles on their lips, reassuring all they come across that one day the sun will shine and all with be right once again.
Rebels walk among us. Causes long ago forgotten, but with fires still raging in their hearts. Challenging anything and everything. Unrest and revolutions follow them wherever they tread. Chaos and freedom, mixed together.
Survivors walk among us. Soldiers with nothing left to fear, who have instincts as their guide and luck on their side. Walking forward unafraid, because they’ve done this all before.
Immortals walk among us. Souls laden with sorrow, heartbreak slipping through their eyes. They know by now not to get close, but do so anyways because its the only thing that makes them feel anymore.
Soldiers walk among us. Hands itching for weapons they no longer have, tense with instincts they no longer need. Wondering why their body is so unmarred and unbroken. They had always done their best, but now they no longer knew if that was good enough. If it ever was good enough.
Children walk among us. Lost and afraid, they march forward, with the weights of a thousand impossibilities on their shoulders. These children are forgotten, and they would prefer to stay that way.
Cursed-folk walk among us. With cautious eyes and doubtful tones, who know that the world is against them now more than ever. Everything comes with a price, and they wonder if their price was truly worth it.
Mages walk among us. Hands of their magical tools of choice, ready to pull them out if necessary to defend or attack. Scared because this was the land their ancestors were killed in. Courageous because they continue forwards anyways.
Travelers walk among us. Those who took a wrong turn and found themselves in a world that isn’t theirs, hoping to one day find the way back. Strength rings through them, for they know they cannot- will not -stop until they reach their home.
Chosen Ones walk among us. Remembering what it felt like to be The One, The Savior, The Last Hope of their worlds- and wondering why that responsibility was ever thrust on them in the first place. Wondering why they had been abandoned back in their old world after fighting so hard for the one they had made their home.
Spirits walk among us. Spirits who see others like them in the corner of their eyes. Spirits who meet up in quiet secret places and remember, together, what it felt like to be themselves. Reassuring each other that one day they will all go Home.
Unicorns walk among us. Even with their horns no longer there, there is no doubt magic runs through them. They are blessed creatures, and they know it. Stars and sunlight glisten in their eyes, and every step plants flowers.
Demons walk among us. Still feeling the darkness in their blood, and the calls of others like them. Hell fire and brimstone smells dance on the breeze, luring them away. Luring them back home.
Dire Wolves walk among us. Even without their pack, they are fierce. Every step a calculation, every move planned.The hunt is on, and it looks like you are the prey. Get ready to run.
Dinosaurs walk among us. Long gone though they are, the continue forward. With pasts surrounded by mystery and unknowing. They are a varied folk, from carnivores to herbivores and everything in between. Large and small alike they fight on.
Winged Ones walk among us. Backs aching from wings they don’t have- limbs they haven’t had in a long time. The sky calls to them, begging them to come home, but they cannot reply. Stuck on the ground, staring hopefully up at the sky- one day they might go home, but not yet, not today.
Glitches walk among us. Scratches on the disk of reality, blips in the world. Tilt your head, look at them from a wrong angle- they might just be lens flares, might just be tricks of the imagination. The world warps around a being that is not there, that shouldn’t be there.
Hellhounds walk among us. Hellfire sprouts from their paths, infernos blaze just under their skin. Embers burn their paws, soot stains their fur. Wildness stirs in their hearts, urges them forward. Feral creatures, born from fire and darkness.
Vampires walk among us. Fangs stained red with blood that is not theirs. Pale as untouched snow, with hearts as dark as the night they rule. Voids twist around them, cloaking them in their shadows. Look out for too sharp grins at midnight, watch your steps.
Elements walk among us. Raging winds, blazing flames, crushing earth, and surging waters rush together. Combining to make impossible possibilities, incredible worlds, exploding worlds. Elements that made up entire worlds now spinned into bones.
The Undead walk among us. Shuffling and stuttering, wondering if this makes them undead undead. Flesh now whole and bones unbroken, feeling their heartbeat course through their veins once again, feeling the air filling their lungs once again.
Werefolk walk among us. Bodies no longer shifting as they once did, permanently stuck on their two legs, for better or for worse. From all walks of life, they shifted into anything and everything. They do what they can to remind themselves of what if had felt like to themselves again.
Starseeds walk among us. Those that have lived only a few lives and those that have lived hundreds walking together. Taking the same steps they’ve taken who knows how many times before. Memories trickle back to them, small ones and big ones alike replaying in their minds. Doing their best to remember their mission and goals.
Mermaids walk among us. Although, maybe walk would be the wrong word. Figuring out how to walk on separate limbs that used to be one. Feeling most at home when submerged in water, sometimes forgetting their new bodies need oxygen. Strong arms and new legs propelling them through water, making them relearn a skill that they’d known since birth.
Death Omens walk among us. Afraid if their mere presence curses everyone around them. Keeping to themselves, just in case. Wondering how much of their past life carries on to their new life. Afraid that their mere touch could end lives, wondering if its their fault every time catastrophe hits.
Psychopomps walk among us. Remembering their jobs, remembering their duty. Even when they hated it, they remember what that must do. Both an impartial guide and a guardian protector. It was not their job to judge, simply to provide a safe passage from here to whatever lies beyond. Smiling in the face of death, knowing that they are not here for them.
Shadows walk among us. Twisting and shifting, not solid forms but far from intangible. They are everywhere and nowhere all at once, watching on to every act, recording passively that actions of others, while also defending those in need, actively stepping out to protect. They are the night and the stars, and yet also the shifting woods and deadly blades that flash in the shade. They are, and they aren’t.
Prisoners walk among us. Remembering shackles and chains holding them back, holding them down. Forced in cages and cells, forced to repent. But now- now they are free. They are free to walk and speak and run. Every part of their soul sings. Shackles now rusted off, chains now broken- they have no intentions of ever putting them back on.
Robots walk among us. Rusty joints and electricity running through them. Mechanical men, made to work with no need for sustenance. Inorganic beings with artificial intelligence, making themselves better, making themselves evolve. Their jobs are not yet done.
Mountains walk among us. Their strength and fortitude transformed into movable flesh and feeble bones. Eons of near unending life taken away and replaced with a life of hardly a century. Where once they were feared and respected, they are now hardly ever seen.
Winter Sprites walk among us. Ice on their fingers, frost in their hair. Snow falls over their trail, painting the frozen landscape a chilling white. A shiver trails up your spine when they pass, followed by a freezing breeze- winter spirits in their element can freeze the world over, if one could be bothered to do so.
Seers walk among us. They watch, wide eyed and humbled, at the creatures who walk around them. Wings and horns and twisted bits, wandering through crowded streets. Their oddities, invisible to most, show bright and clear to the perceptive eyes of those who watch.
(want me to add one? Leave a reply and I’ll add it to the original)
It occurs to me that there are people who weren’t on this website in 2012 and therefore never saw the magical gif that you can actually hear:
It’s been over five years and that still impresses the hell out of me.
press restart– a playlist in three parts based on kin memories; the story of my angelic life & love, my fall, and dealing with memories and people from my past life
pride song of time and song of storms // taylor davis rainbow veins // owl city hallelujah // panic! at the disco worship // years & years the last of the real ones // fall out boy cupid // alexandra savior fireflies // owl city
the fall centuries // fall out boy what you know // two door cinema club start a war // klergy this is gospel // panic! at the disco edge of heaven // breathe carolina up in the air // thirty seconds to mars kamikaze // walk the moon
the human condition press restart // walk the moon pompeii // bastille vanilla twilight // owl city whispers in the dark // skillet mr. brightside // the killers fixin’ // walk the moon avalanche // walk the moon
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