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Reblog to give an asexual a treat

Hey remember when we talked about Pearl coming across and befriending spider Gem since Pearl’s very friendly and probably wouldn’t mind her new friend being a spider.

Well what if DL!Pearl, sad and alone after being left alone by her soulmate and companion, went caving a bit with Tilly to make sure she has enough supplies and gear so that she doesn’t need allies or a soulmate. And what if she found an abandoned mineshaft, lit well and even moderately furnished. And what if she stumbled upon a lonely spider, who’s been rejected and driven away from her former friends since no one likes spiders. And the two might’ve even found solace and friendship in each other, outcasts looking for allies. And what if they were both happy and besties and weren’t sad.

Anyways let Spider Gem and Dl!Pearl be besties and have a friendship and heal from their loneliness together.

Tangos episode just went live, and as mentioned by the other members its likely on a schedule and he hasnt woken up yet. I wont be linking it here, but also remember that it isnt a crime to enjoy things even in times of sadness. If double life is something that brings you comfort and joy, dont feel guilty about wanting to watch perspectives. Take care of and be kind to yourselves first and formost.

I hear people talk about how punk clothing is expensive, how you don’t have enough money to buy docs so obv you aren’t a real punk, how you can’t buy pins anywhere, how punk jewelry is sooo expensive BULLSHIT

The backbone of punk is diy. Punk is messy, punk is making the best of what you have. Nothing is more punk than making your own beauty with the shit you find scattered about

Wanna have docs? Buy some knock offs for 20 bucks and add some spikes no one will care

Want patches? Embroider on some old fabric. Use paint, bleach, markers, whatever you have. If that’s not good enough, buy from small businesses when you can

Want pins? Make em. Use safety pins and a bottle cap and you got a pin. Just paint something on, if you don’t have paint, I’ve used white out and pens just do whatever. Also fr just um borrow from any big shitty chain store, not from small businesses tho

Want jewelry? Pliers are your best friend. Fix broken jewelry with em, use chains u found to make something. I’ve used a hanging plant wire to make a barbed wire bracelet with nothing but pliers. Just fuck around. Buy from small businesses and again, big shitty chains are fair game

Want spikes and cool metal shit? Literally just take any metal like literally anything and stick it to your clothes. Safety pins, can tabs (esp monster ones bc fun colors) lighter caps, make spikes out of cans, take chains outta the recycle bin

Punk is the most accessible subculture. Punk was made by people with no money, and anyone who tells you you need fancy shit to be punk ain’t a real punk. Punk is about fucking around with the idea of what you should be, so just have fun! There are literally no rules!

i'm so happy that annabeth is black because the whole "ppl don't take me seriously cause i'm blonde" bs? never made sense. but if that becomes "people don't respect me because i'm a black woman"... dude that HITS. people never respect me because of my race. i always have to prove myself in other ways. this could mean so much if it's pulled off right

Jacob and Julia asked for fanart and fanfiction of these two and I don't draw so here's my first (of hopefully many) Sara Pena and Hunter Richardson fics. It's a meet-cute.

Two Losers At A Party

Sara wasn't stupid. Okay, well, she was kind of stupid, but she certainly wasn't blind. She had seen the cute girl staring at her and filming.

After a few minutes of dancing for her new personal filmographies, she decided to approach the girl and commence flirting. Or hustling. One of the two.

"Hey. You should tag me in that. Tag my business page. SaraPenaPartyForHire. All one word. The S and the P and the other P and the F and the H are capitalized. That's Sara without an H, too. Did you get all that?"

"Uh. Yes. I'll add that to my post." Hunter was already getting comments about clearly filming without permission, but this felt like permission.

"I'm Sara Pena, by the way. Of SaraPenaPartyForHire."

"Hunter. Hunter Richardson. Of… Nothing. What exactly do you do at SaraPenaPartyForHire?"

"Well, it's a freelance kind of thing. I get paid to come to parties and throw down my sick dance moves so that other people feel more comfortable doing the same themselves."

"Sounds lucrative," Hunter said.

"It's not," Sara Pena said with a laugh, "but I enjoy it."

"You must go to a lot of parties, then."

"Yep! Maybe I'll see you at the next one?" Sara batted her eyelashes.

"I mainly go to funerals, actually. Maybe I'll see you at the next one?"

Sara laughed, "You must be a lot of fun at funerals."

Hunter laughed then too, a genuine laugh. The first time she'd laughed all evening.

"Yeah, Sara, I put the fun in funerals."

"I've never worked a funeral before but I'd be willing to give it a go."

"I'll be sure to let my clients know about your business."

"Your clients?" Sara leaned in then, her intense eyes wide, "Do you work for ghosts?"

"Huh. I guess I kind of do. I'm a funeral director."

Hunter leaned in conspiratorially, "You'll never guess where I got this dress."

Sara's eyes sparkled like freshly lit candles, "Where?"

"Right off a dead person."

Sara gasped in delight, "It looks so good on you!"

"Thank you! I thought so too. Sometimes the families of the deceased don't get it but the corpses don't need clothes. I, on the other hand, do. Anything to save money, right?"

"Tell me about it. My life isn't one big party. I have bills to pay, too."

"You get it. You just gotta do what you've gotta do."

"Hey, Sara, get back on the dance floor! We didn't pay you to stand around!" Some guy snapped.

Without changing her morose expression Hunter whipped around and doused the guy with her drink.

"Don't talk to her like that!" Hunter snapped.

"Hey! No one invited you! Get out of here! Both of you!"

Sara grabbed Hunter's hand and they fled, both of them unable to keep from laughing when they got past the front door.

Hunter sobered up the fastest. "I'm sorry I got you kicked out of the party."

"That's okay, they already paid me. And if they leave a bad review on my page I'll just delete it."

"Would you like to help me vandalize their house?" Hunter asked, offering Sara a marker. Sara hadn't let go of her hand yet.

"How about we just go for a walk?" Sara suggested. "I would really, really like to get to know you better, Hunter Richardson."

"And I, you, Sara without an H."

"Well," Sara giggled, clumsily twirling Hunter, "I have one now."

Hunter blushed almost imperceptibly and put away her markers. The only vandalism that would be committed that night was the marks Sara and Hunter were leaving on each other's hearts.

I decided to make a little October prompt list!! I honestly don't know how much I'll participate myself but I hope y'all have some fun with it :3

i going to draw hbomb with those parent merch like "i love my hermits" and "#1 hermit hypeman"

he is like supportive hermit dad or older brother