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A cool Seattle guy

[mayleitz]

I've been barely making ends meet these last couple months and it's been kinda tearing me up. Patreon keeps going down even though I feel like I'm doing good work. And YouTube has completely stopped promoting my videos so nothing I make leads to any new pledges. I dunno, it's awful and I'm scared. I have a really exciting month for content planned for February and I just hope I don't have to start figuring out low income housing or something on top of the rest of the workload. God it's been such a nightmare.

It feels like I'm working myself to death over here to get a lot of great content out, that I'm really proud of, and then no one clicks on it and YouTube just doesn't put it in subscription feeds anymore. I don't know what to do about that.

So I'm gonna throw my Patreon link up and ask for help and support because Azzy and I could really use it. Thanks y'all.

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[miragespumpkin]

HEY I KNOW THIS AINT APEX BUT HERE ME OUT:

This lady right here? Her name is May, she’s trans and one of my fave creators on YouTube, and her partner and her are struggling a lot.

If you like weird movie videos and just like to listen to nerdy goth girls being awesome and cute, please support her. Her content has helped me through some shitty times and I’m sure some of you would really dig her!

[cthylla-rlyeh]

Hey everyone!!! You need to check this chick out. She's funny, smart, likes a good meme, & there's a skeleton. So you need to check out her channel immediately. If YouTube isn't willing to show everybody how awesome she is, we're just gonna have to do it ourselves!!!

[raretypespecimen]

guys, if you like horror, please check out may's channel!! she's funny, insightful and gives a perspective on the genre that rarely gets heard. to see a creator like this get put on the backburner by the youtube platform and struggle because her work isn't being properly circulated is heartbreaking. please give her channel a watch and subscribe.

[fightinggamegirlfriend]

Please check out May’s Channel, it’s got wacky and insane video essays on horror movies and other horror related content. She did one on Madea movie series, yes the Tyler Perry movies, and yes it’s just as amazing as I say it is. Please, please give her a watch, her stuff is grade A+ amazing. If there’s anyone who deserves that patreon money it’s May. She also does amazing music too.

And she likes Yu-Gi-Oh cards.

What’s not to love?

[deviantdrkate]

HEY DO YOU, YOU WHO IS READING THIS RN HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED ....

Why Rob Zombie movies are ...like that??

May will tell you.

May INFORMS on many topics!

She PRESENTS that info in engaging ways!

SHE HAS GREAT LIGHTING, A SKELETON SIDEKICK AND ELECTRONIC MUSIC.

WATCH MAY.

[trash-supernova]

She also has a witch-hat + best room decor ever!

[bespectacled-skelly]

May is amazing and you need to check out her channel right now!

[tiny-gay-moms]

I absolutely love May and I love her content. Please support her, she really deserves all the recognition she can get.

[dignity-not-intact-deactivated2]

literally all of this

she makes engaging, insightful content about horror and films in general, her enthusiasm and passion are incredibly infectious, she has a TON of great content, a fantastically witchy goth aesthetic, and she even makes music

may rules. her gf rules. they rules. please at least check out her channel, she deserves so much better than how dirty youtubes been doing her lately

[gay-piracy]

may is one of the best content creators out there. she makes me, the scarediest of cats, compelled to watch videos on horror movies without blinking. support her and her wife (and their beautiful cat)!!!

[diet-coke-head-goth]

May is a hella rad lady and her videos are like hanging out with a cool older sister who talks about movies (and sometimes not-movies, like this really neat video she made about yugioh). Go give her money so she, her wife, their cat, and their weird skeleton friend (?) can EAT and WATCH MORE MOVIES!

[velvetboyette]

GO GIVE HER SOMES ATTENTION HER CONTENT IS SO GOOD!

[y0fi]

Gd i would love to quit my job, but i get paid well and good benefits, so it just wouldn't make sense for me rn. Maybe when i finish school I'll search for a new place? I feel like that also doesn't make sense bc the reasons that make me want to leave will most likely be in the next workplace. Like, im still going to have my shitty personality. Would love to work part time, but then i wouldn't make enough to live.

[tradgothwillbyers]

Y'all ever just suddenly have the overwhelming urge to swim??? Like not actively but you just wanna,,, be in the water and have some Peace

[nowayzinedine]

Tidal.

[collinmcadoo]

self portrait in the lake during the fog

[archive0101]

[archiveofidentityconstellations]

A totally random sleeping beauty origin story in which the king and queen go to outside help to conceive. the gorgons, the creatures that lay in the belly of the swamps, slithering in the boiling pools, grant the couple’s request. they are loyal subjects, after all.

they promise that the child will live a long life. they promise that she will have great strength, will speak many tongues, and that she will strike awe into the hearts of men.

the queen thanks them, but before she can go they stop her with one last promise: if the child is not loved, then they must give her back.

I will love my child, say the two, and race off atop a shimmering steed.

9 months pass and the queen gives birth to a child, a healthy baby girl. but as time goes on, things start going wrong. servants start burning from the inside out, objects begin to vibrate from the toddler’s cries. the princess howls like a never-ending night, and nursemaids leave blind.

this cannot go on, the people hiss. this cannot go on.

and so the king and queen place her away from the castle’s inhabitants, far up in a tower. there she may scream and the world may tremble. there she may cry and no one’s ears will bleed. there she may live her life, among four stone walls. alone.

they send instructors up to the tower, one by one. a professor. a sorcerer. a hunter. a tamer. each attempt more desperate.

until there is nothing left to do. and so the princess is left in her tower, viewed as more monster than girl, fed by scraps through the door.

the parents do not fulfill their promise.

they do not give her back.

the princess, in filthy tatters and between clawed walls, pleads to be let out. i will be good, she promises tearfully. i will be good, just let me see them. I want to see them.

but she cannot control her nature, these sick powers she has been given. so she is left, often starved.

over time her pleas become bargains. i will not scream, if you let me see them once. i will not look upon you, if you let me touch them. i will not kill you, if you only let me be with them one last time.

none of these are accepted.

the princess turns fourteen. she grows strong. she speaks many tongues. and she strikes awe into the hearts of whoever she meets.

and why not? her eyes are yellow, like a deathly hawk. her hair hangs low, like the night. her teeth shine brightly, like the fang of a beast. her skin, though. oh, her skin. it glistens and glimmers and it is cold, like a reptile.

and her heart grows stunted. small. shattered.

they did not love her. no one did. they did not give her back, either.

months pass and crowds gather, swooping into the castle in courtly procession. the princess stares down in curiousity, but also longing. why are they here? what has happened below?

for the first time in her life, she escapes. i will not tell you how. perhaps because it is terrible and wicked. perhaps because it is clever. and perhaps because it is boring.

only you really know.

“the baby princess,” the people whisper to each other, while she clings to the shadows. “the baby princess.”

she is not a baby though, is she.

is. she.

and so the christening begins, golden plates and golden goblets set down. each numbered correctly, one for each guest.

the fairies of the glen. oh, how beautiful they are. their wings gleam like dewdrops in the morning, and their hair slips over their shoulders like the sun peeking through trees. they have made this possible, everyone murmurs. we must be thankful to the fairies, for they have given the rulers their daughter.

they all sit down to dine, and the princess–the eldest, the first born, the forgotten–stumbles in. her hair is lank. her eyes bleed tears. and her skin is cracking, old and scaly. oh, she is gruesome. the courtiers gag at the sight of her.

“leave, witch!” they order, but she pays them no heed. she walks up to the throne, and smiles at the king and queen.

“remember me?” she murmurs, teeth sharp but smile pleasant. she looks around. “every plate and every goblet. every person has a setting. except for me. now, why wasn’t I invited?”

“we don’t know who you are,” they reply fearfully.

“oh?”

the ground begins to shake. the guests scream. people howl, ears bleeding.

“you should not have struck another bargain so soon, you know,” she says, glancing at the fairies’ iridescent wings. “for everyone knows that gifts from the forest folk are not gifts. song, beauty, grace, wealth. are these all not useful to the fairies? and they will get their gifts back.” she stares at her parents. “they always get their children back.”

“please,” beg the king and queen, kneeling before their daughter. “please.”

the girl steps aside and walks to the cradle.

the guards surge forward.

“I WANT TO SEE HER!” screams the princess. the guards collapse in a shot of ash. “I want to see her,” she whispers brokenly.

the girl inside is like the dawn, blonde and gold and rosy. noisy, too.

“come now,” she soothes the child, smoothing back a curl. “do not cry. out of the two of us, i am the more ugly one,” she teases. “you are my family, you know. my own little sister, wound by the spring petals as i was forged by the burning pools. we are together, in that. they will not understand half-beings such as us. in fact,” she looks up at the court, cracked lips winding into a smile. “i, too, would like to give a gift to the child.”

her parents recoil, but it is too late.

far, far too late now.

“she will be yours until she finds my tower. on that day, she will learn what has been done, all your great sins against me. i will take her with me, show her the chaos you wrought into our veins by asking the forest for what was not theirs to give. thus, i give you this last promise: if she does not love me, i will give her back.”

and the princess strode from the castle, ripping the stone walls down. only the tower remained.

what happened next was simple, really. it was just the middle and the ending. every story has to have it, as you well know. but the middle and the ending are vague things. you will have to decide what happens.

after all, this was just the beginning.

[justanotherpurplebutterfly]

!!!!!

[writeyouin]

This was the coolest version of Sleeping Beauty I’ve ever bloody read. OP, you deserve an entire novel, a film, and a whole crowd of dedicated fans for the imagination this sparks. Thank you for sharing your epic work.

[akvela]

[jilkos]

Alpha Dia by Yann Morrison Backstage @Ann Demeulemeester SS18 @boycott-magazine.com Paris Fashion Week

[fashiontribe]

Kofi Sirobe styled by Ade Samuel

IG : adesamuel

[simplebtch]

Dame un pedacito de esos labios pleaseee

[helloyhi-deactivated20221112]

Maggie Umber gouaches after Goya’s The Witches’ Sabbath, The Spell, The Bewitched, Witches’ Flight

[fkatwigs-fashionstyle]

[niacinamides-deactivated2020010]

not the sound bites of reading that i usually post but god this made my skin crawl, esp the part abt the lights/hiding smth his partner was looking for. from “why does he do that” by lundy bancroft

[korrasera]

Jesus christ that’s horrible. Some of those tactics are literally straight out of Gaslight, the play that we get the term from.

To be clear, what I’m saying here is that it’s horrific that these abusers would do this to their victims because it so perfectly replicates one of the more disturbingly realistic and abusive relationships that’s ever been explored in fiction.

[dan-choi]

[deluxewhore]

I really went all out shooting these self portraits lol

[afroklectic]

The New Yorker Photo Booth | The Beauty and Burden of Being a Nigerian Bride Words By Yemisi Aribisala  Photography by Lakin Ogunbanwo