A Break

Ghostbc Reddit - Dream_No_More

Day 26

Anyway, I was before I was so rudely interrupted. I was about to make a post to my biggest fan. Let's get into it:

No, this whole thing was started because I dared to give an opinion to a public post. My focus was on Arackniss and Molly's characterization within the fandom and how they're treated "one-dimensionally". I did mention that they can be white because that's the truth. As well as them being POC. Never said they couldn't have their headcanon. Also, those photos that were publicly posted were given to me COMPLETELY EDITED. Me posting these edited pictures, if they are real, wont do shit.

What Christianity thing are you talking about? Please point it out. I am not Christian. I am not in any religion. I am agnostic. As for my audience, no way for you to know they are 14 and some of them are close to 10 years older than me. So, that's a lie.

You really love to point out that I'm a virgin...why? What does that have to do with anything? Also, how is me not having a sex or love life have to do with my age. You'd be shocked at how many middle schoolers do get into relationships and have sex...unfortunately. Also, relationships have nothing to do with any of this mess.

As for me placing sex workers in quotations, that's because I refuse to acknowledge those that are forced to work for pimps as a "worker". That would mean they are willingly with that employer and , most of the time, that is not the case. Hell, some are victims of human-trafficking. For you to justify it, is absolutely disgusting. Also, yes. Prostitution and being a pimp is illegal. That is just a fucking fact, you child.

This one is just a flat out lie. I would never give any underaged followers of mine NSFW and I always tag my stuff accordingly. A lot of them dont even interact with my more suggestive stuff. I'm not gonna go through all my followers just to find some underage people. And, no, I am not age restricting my blog. It's not just a NSFW blog. I reblog food, art, quotes, things I find funny, animals, aesthetics, and many more things. That's not worth being restricted.

Also, I dont appreciate you constantly pointing out that I'm Black. You may not have meant "vanilla black" as something racist (even though I've never heard anyone group those words before to suggest virginity), but you pointing out my race and pointing out your own is very suspicious and insensitive. Also, please stop calling me gay. I am bisexual. Respect my sexuality.

Day 22

Day 30

Sallie May/Striker + Our Tremors AU /eyebrow waggle

send me prompts for mini hazbin hotel and/or helluva boss fics!

A/N: I was going to do something more serious but the idea wasn’t cooperating, so you get this instead. 

“You want us to run?” Sallie May asks, looking from Blitzo to Moxxie and then to Striker. Throughout this whole ordeal, she hasn’t had much faith in either Blitzo or Moxxie, as it seems to be sheer dumb luck that’s gotten them this far. Striker, on the other hand, seems to know what he’s doing, and she can hope he has a better idea. 

“Do you have a better idea?” Blitzo asks, gesturing wide and vaguely around them. “‘Cause we’re kinda running outta fucking options here.” 

“He’s got a point,” Striker says, and Sallie May gapes at him. “Sometimes all that’s left t’do is run.” 

“Y’all can’t be fuckin’ serious,” she groans, pinching at the bridge of her nose. 

“As the plague, darlin’,” Striker says with a grin. “It’ll be fine, trust me.” 

And before she can protest any further, he’s holding a pistol out toward her. “Here. You can take this, if it’ll make you feel any better.” 

Despite the situation, she happily accepts the weapon. “Well, maybe it does. Just a little.” In situations like this, the little things have to count. 

“Good girl,” Striker grins, and gives her hip a pat with the spade of his tail. 

The plan from thereon out is as simple as it sounds: abandon one safe place for another, and make a mad man’s dash across open desert to do it while the things underground are distracted. The distraction won’t last long, and there’s a chance it won’t even work on all the worms, but it’s better than staying in one place and waiting to die. 

Running seems to be working, and it’s a moment of adrenaline that makes Sallie May try to take a crackshot at a dust cloud not too far away. She pulls the trigger, the hammer clicks, and clicks, and clicks. 

When they reach their newest safe space, she all but throws the pistol back at Striker, hitting him in the chest with it. 

“You asshole!” she pants, snarling at him. “There ain’t no bullets in that gun!” 

Striker grins at her, casually twirling the gun about his index finger before holstering it. He winks, using his tail to stroke her cheek teasingly. 

“Gotcha runnin’ though, didn’t it?” 

Save a lesbian from conversion therapy

My name is Cara and I live with my abusive family. My mom saw me kiss a girl and shaved my head

This was me before

This is me right now

She’s sending me to conversion therapy in a week and I really need funds to get a room before that happens.

I have a Venmo where my username is @CaraSchaum

Every bit helps! Thank you

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