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sriya ✵ 20 ✵ she/her ✵ i'm not alone, i'll never be
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hey!!! i’m so sorry to do this but once again my personal circumstances are pretty bad so for now the donate button (direct link) is back on my blog :(

some info:

  • i’ve been out of work since the middle of june, and until i find another job that i can feasibly do (as a single parent of a preschooler) my income is hovering at around £100 per week - all from welfare - which no matter how i budget it just is not enough to cover my rent & bills 
  • my housemate’s hours at work have been greatly reduced; she does have a new job lined up but it doesn’t start until next month, so that still leaves us short for the next few weeks (i’ve included pictures of our respective bank accounts for some bleakly hilarious context)
  • i’m genuinely worried we won’t be able to make our rent, and if we run up rent arrears we’re courting the risk of being evicted; not only would that be pretty awful by itself, but it would also be exceedingly difficult for me to find somewhere else to live - sadly “single parent on welfare with no real income to speak of” really doesn’t look good to prospective landlords :(

i seriously hate to have to ask, but any help you can give us would mean the world to me; i’m really indescribably grateful for the donations i’ve already received, but if you could keep sharing this post that would be awesome <3

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hey everyone, i feel really pathetic asking this but since a) our housemate tim unexpectedly moved out, taking a chunk of our rent money with him, b) my hours at work have been massively reduced meaning we have even less money to cover that deficit and c) robyn’s left her job because it was unbearable and her benefits are taking their sweet time sorting themselves out, we really need some help right now to survive until the end of the month.

we have no food money at all and very little food in the house - some of our friends have send @roobynwazlib some money and we have just about enough to pay our rent and bills now (and thank you guys SO MUCH for that) but there’s still almost a week left until i get paid and we have enough food for tomorrow and that’s it - if you guys can spare ANYTHING so we can at the very least feed oscar that would be so incredible and we would be so grateful. here’s a link to my paypal, but even if you can’t spare anything at the moment if you could share this post that would help us out a lot <3

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hey sorry to do this AGAIN but my personal circumstances are once more a giant heap of shit so for now the donate button (direct link) is back on my blog :( basically i’ve been out of work since the middle of june and my income currently is around £100 a week (entirely from benefits) and that’s just wayyy not enough to cover my rent/bills for the month until i get another job that i can feasibly do (as a single parent of a preschooler) especially as there have been some unanticipated costs this month alone that have really f*cked me up financially speaking :|

please help/share if you can; you’re under absolutely no responsibility to but i would be genuinely indescribably grateful <3 this is really taking its toll on my mental health and i’m honestly a little scared of being evicted if i can’t pull some money together in the next couple of weeks :(

sorry again and thanks, i love you guys ;-;

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psa: fandom has massive issues with physically disabled people

I actually hardly ever see discussions of ableism against physically disabled celebs, characters, fans, and people in general, and it’s such a pervasive problem. I don’t claim to represent all physically disabled people, and I can’t address every single issue, but here are some frequent problems I see and that I think people need to think more about.

I would encourage able bodied people to please read this and consider sharing it to help make sure that people are evaluating the kind of fandom environment you’re creating for your disabled peers, but I don’t mean like “reblog this or I don’t trust you :/” or whatever I’m not your mom

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the oompa loompas are a greek chorus

First of all, I hate this so much. Second of all, imagine if the two switched places. (Veruca falls into the trash chute) Chorus: Pray thou no more; for mortals have no escape from destined woe. Wisdom is the supreme part of happiness; and reverence towards the gods must be inviolate. Great words of prideful men are ever punished with great blows… (Oedipus stabs his eyes out) Oompa Loompas: Oompa loompa doopity do I’ve got another riddle for you What do you get when you sleep with your mum? A curse on your kids for decades to come~

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fuck the iron man 3 director so bad for subjecting audiences to an unbelievably ableist evil disabled male character and then being like “oh actually he was supposed to be an unbelievably ableist evil disabled FEMALE character” and expecting some kind of feminist/social justice points for this? disabled people don’t deserve to have to sit through movie after movie where the only characters with visible disabilities are ableist fantasies of evil cripples out to seek revenge on the world and what’s worse is disabled women have to deal with so much shit on top of that because of the way ableism and misogyny interact with one another and the only way that storyline could’ve been worse is if the disabled male character was a disabled female character and now he’s out here saying that’s what he wanted to do. fuck that

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Anonymous asked:

im gonna be a huge sap and ask for...wedding fic. how do they prepare?? how do they FEEL??? who cries?? (me. i cry)

“Apologies, Highness,” says the herald wearily. “You muddled the lines about history and lineage.”

“Again,” says Laurent.

Damen sighs, impatient. “This seems needlessly complicated.”

“You have said that,” says Laurent, “four times within the hour.”

“And yet it never stops being true.”

“I know. You wish we could be married in the Akielon style, and be done.”

“We will be married in the Akielon style.”

“A blow to the head and throwing me over your shoulder?”

A hush with the tension of teetering glass falls over the guards and servants in the room. Laurent throws a thin-lipped smile at his betrothed, and feels his skin dance with the knowing heat in the look that Damen throws back at him.

“Oh, it’s different for kings,” Damen says. “We don’t dirty our hands; we get someone else to knock our spouse unconscious. I’ve had ten separate people volunteer for the job.”

Laurent’s face breaks before he can stop it. He’s not entirely on guard, here, surrounded by the activity of two kingdoms and two traditions and one immense, ponderous, all-important ceremony. Someone is trying to fit Damen for some garment or other, and Laurent doesn’t think Damen has noticed yet. His dark eyes are still delighting in Laurent’s laughter.

They will be married in the Akielon style. They will be married in the Veretian style. No head injuries will be involved, but if Laurent has to endure a formal dance that ends with their hands being joined and covered with olive leaves, Damen can put his mind to learning a few lines of recitation.

“Barbarian,” Laurent says lightly.

Damen says, in Akielon, “I wish we could be married today. I am tired of waking up in a world where you aren’t mine. All of this is just…words.”

Laurent’s breath catches. The furtive, curious quiet of the room doubles in intensity.

“Ten minutes,” Laurent says. It’s a dismissal.

When the room has emptied but for the two of them, Laurent goes to the table and flicks through the pages of the Veretian ceremony–along with the added sections for royalty, and a whole new section, the ink barely dry, creatively drawing on a legend of harmony born out of war, to allow for the fact that the King’s intended will not be expected to bring forth heirs in the usual way. He finds what he’s looking for, the call and response, and hands the page to Damen.

“Start at the top,” Laurent says.

Damen raises his eyebrows and reads, “Who walks this path and leaves their shoes behind?”

Laurent says, “I come to you in trust, with the skin of my feet unprotected.”

“Who poured this cup to over-full and spilled water on the floor?”

“I come to you in plenty, and pledge you all that I have.”

“Who stands alone in such a room of souls?”

“I come to you in pride, and give only myself away.”

“Who ground the salt that now sits on your tongue?”

Laurent almost misses the cue. He is remembering one of the few weddings he saw as a child: bare toes beneath the sweep of the bride’s dress, the hem of it wet from stepping willingly across the puddle of water. The groom’s mouth, smiling, open for the white salt.

He says quickly, “I come to you in sorrow, heavy with all the tears yet to come.”

“Who bares their hands of gold and silver, and shows only skin?”

“I come to you in joy, light with my choice.”

“Who.” Damen swallows. “Who holds their heart so still beneath the knife?”

“I come to you in love, with my life’s blood for the taking.”

Damen opens his mouth, looks at the paper, and then lets his hand fall to his side. Awe rims his eyes like bruising fatigue. In the steady light of his expression, Laurent feels unbreakable.

“Just words,” he says.

“You’ve made your point,” Damen says.

“Damen,” Laurent says. “I’m yours already.”

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