zack-fair:

I remade instagram pls leave me your instagrams uvu

Scare the world: Be exactly who you say you are and tell the truth.
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askbroodyelf:

fuckin—mages:

he sAID IT THERE IT IS THEERE ITIS  *TAPDANCES FURIOUSLY*

Every time…

askbroodyelf:

fuckin—mages:

he sAID IT THERE IT IS THEERE ITIS  *TAPDANCES FURIOUSLY*

Every time…

porn4ladies:

Discourse with Flowers by Lisa Sorgini 

I am in desperate need of help; please signal boost if you can!

middleofnever:

middleofnever:

Hey there. If you’re reading this, first off, just let me say thanks for reading it. It’s really hard for me to ask for help, but I have nowhere else I can turn.

Here’s the situation:

Not too long ago, I lost my job because I got sick with food poisoning. We’d just had some really bad ice storms and I missed half a week of work, and I got sick with food poisoning just days before the write-up was to expire.

I spent the next few months trying to find a new job, while scraping by on unemployment, but never even got any calls for interviews. I’ve been shooting resumes off like crazy, trying to find even a simple, part-time anything, just to bring in some money. Well, a few weeks ago I finally got a call, and I passed the phone interview and landed an in-person interview as well. If you’re following me, you might’ve noticed me making a post jubilantly exclaiming that I’D GOTTEN THE JOB THANK HEAVENS I GOT THE JOB. I was so happy I was really to cry or sing or some other expression of happiness. It was going to be more than enough money to get back on my feet (and that’s not including the tons of bonuses and raises they seem to give out), and with their really excellent tuition reimbursement, I was going to be able to get back to school and get my degree.

The only obstacle was a drug test. I knew I’d pass it without trouble, so I wasn’t worried. However, at the moment I do depend on someone else to give me a ride places, and on the way home from the interview, I told them that I only had two days to take this drug test. As it was a Saturday, we had to wait until Monday, and they said we would go then. Awesome! However, there was a family emergency with my aunt (who has Alzheimer’s), and they couldn’t make it by. Not good, but we still had the next day, which wouldn’t be a problem. Well, the next day rolls around, and they know I’m waiting for them, and I never got any replies to my messages other than that they would be on their way soon. At 2:45, I look over at my drug test registration sheet I was given, and I notice that I only have until 3:00 to make it there, and they live about 20 minutes away - there was no possible way for me to make it.

I’ve called the company a couple of times, and they’ve told me that they’re unable to give me a new registration form for the drug test for six months - which means I can’t possibly work there. I lost my new job before I even started. I have some friends who work there, and one of them told me they had a problem with their drug test as well, but that they got a new registration no problem. I dunno what the deal is, but there’s nothing I can do to contest it or anything, especially without outing them and possibly costing them their job (which I can’t do).

As a result, I’m about to lose my apartment in about a week. At first, it was terrifying, but I talked to one of my friends, and he happened to be looking for roommates and was about to be moving in a couple of weeks’ time. The details were hammered out - there were to be four of us living together - and all that was left was finding a house or apartment. Unfortunately, they were turned down for the applications they put out, and two of them (including my friend) decided to just get a two-bedroom place and that was that.

As it stands now, I have nowhere to go (and it’s back to terrifying again). There’s not a lot of people in my family, and the only one who would let me stay with them for any period of time is my mom, but because she is sort of permanently housesitting for my aunt and uncle (the aunt with Alzheimer’s - my uncle is losing who he is as well), she isn’t able to let me stay for any period of time.

I’ve got an interview next week, but even if I get the job, I won’t be getting paid until after I lose my only place to live. Today is Thursday the 24th, and I have until the first to come up with $1200.

If you’re still reading this - thank you thank you thank you. I appreciate just that in and of itself. Unfortunately, I now have to ask you for your help. If you are in any way able to donate to help (and please, don’t put yourself at risk to do so), please, please help me - my paypal is wkimble@live.com. If you’re not - hey, I totally understand. I’ve been there. But if you could, please just reblog this to signal boost?

I don’t have any actual talents to compensate you with - I can’t draw or do anything musical, and while I’ve been told I’m a great writer, I don’t know if writing fanfiction or something is a thing I can commission out. I do have a couple of friends who are awesome artists, and I might be able to talk them into doing commissions for you.

Thanks again just for your time, and please - if you can’t donate, a signal boost helps just as much.

Stay safe out there.

UPDATE: The talented and fabulous madamutzsar has generously offered to do art requests for anyone who donates! This is super kind and extremely appreciated, and, if nothing else, please keep them in mind if you ever need a commission!

idk what to say I’m really really grateful for the help ;.;

tattlejerk:

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phoneus:

*clicks on someones theme, they have a tiny fucking cursor*

what the fuck *wiggles tiny baby cursor around* what