thewisperwitch

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yall know that one audio where a woman yells STEVEN in an Irish/Scottish (I genuinely cannot tell which) accent?

Imagine Danny and Damian's reunion goes like this:

At a gala (Danny is unfortunately vlads heir)

Damian: DANYAL!

Danny, freezing:

Damian: I thought you were dead!

(please tell me I did not hallucinate a whole audio)

what if instead of having spell slots, each time we cast a spell, we have to eat a proportional marshmallow? Like, eventually ur gonna become so disgusted by the taste that you can't eat them anymore. And thus, you are out of spells.

my biggest achievement is being rickrolled by the country of france

Edit: twice

Help them

LGBT+ refugees in Gorom Camp, South Sudan, are currently facing hunger, no clean water or medical care, and daily threats. The war in Sudan has made things worse, and some of them are in hiding, are injured or have lost their lives.

Below is their mission statement

...

Dear friends

I am Frank Qum an LGBTQ person in a sudan refugee camp. I and my fellow LGBTQ refugees face a lot of challenges including homophobia, hunger, lack of medication, lack of bedding and so many other challenges.

We are aiming at raising 5,000 USD to cover all those expenses so that LGBTQ people can get essential necessities like pads, food, medication and bedding so that they aren’t pressured into prostitution. Anything you can give will be of much help towards our survival however small it may be.

We thank you for standing with us in this horrible and traumatizing situation.

yours faithfully

Frank Qum.

HELP THEM

@humanrightsdefenerz32

gofundme.com

Donate to Support Frank Qum and LGBTQ Refugees in Sudan, organized by Benji Stewart

Hello, my name is Benji. I was reached out to about two weeks ago by Fr… Benji Stewart needs your support for Support Frank Qum and LGBTQ

What if we all just treat the rich and politicians like dragons?

They hoard their wealth, so why don't we make like brave knights and steal it?

SLAY THE CORRUPT POLITICIANS AND STEAL THEIR HOARD!!!!

The Crown of The Unwilling

My crown is one forged of blood.

Blood of innocents, criminals, lives that could not be saved, It is blood all the same.

However,

This crown forged of blood, Was not forged by me.

Rather it was forged, Then forced upon me.I

could not stop it.

They said

"You alone are worthy of this honor, Now you must earn it."

I thought it was to help, That I would be given a title to live up to. Something like a hero.

I was wrong.

They sent me to kill.

To destroy.

They told me

"These people whom you must end, Are terrible, Horrible, Monsters that would kill us all if left unchecked."

And like a fool, I believed them.

They told me I was a savior, Stopping the world's end!

They told me,

"This is your reward"

As they drained me of myself, My humanity.

My innocence.

When I next awoke, A crown lay on my head.

I was propped on a throne, Unable to move, Unable to speak, Unable to do anything at all.

Like a statue.

I was trapped there, Until she came along.

She did not need to hear my voice or words, To know I was unwilling upon this throne.

She saved me, She ripped the crown from my head, And cradled my limp body in her arms.

She told me

"You'll be alright, I promise it.

You won't die in such suffering, You will not die here."

And I stared at her, Tears rolling down my cheeks.

I was free.

I hope she does not blame herself.

I hope she doesn't mourn.

She could not look at me, She just hugged me, As tight as she could.

I took my final breath,

And the quietest,

"Thank you"

Brokenly echoed in the hall.

She gave me my freedom.

Now,I just hope she lets me go.

In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.

P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3

EDIT: Well this got a lot of attention! I got a few users asking to print or repost my art and I am unimaginably grateful to everyone's interest, especially since it's a really simple drawing I made on a whim haha! Anyone who is looking to print these out to hang or hand out or repost on another platform is free to do so, although I ask you to credit me and let people know it's from my Tumblr profile! If anyone wishes to do anything else with my art or post and wants to clarify what I consent to then they can message me privately and I'll explain! <333 all my love to my queer siblings

EDIT: I made an LGBTQIA+ version with a focus on trans and intersex folks, it's on my pinned if you prefer this version of the acronym.

the balcony

(TW for suicidal themes at the end)

The balcony.

My most prominent memory is of the balcony, Leaning against the railing and staring longingly into the sea of stars above my head.

A whisp of a memory from when I was an infant, My mother holding me, Standing on the balcony.

No matter what had happened each day, I always found my way back to the balcony at its end.

My fifth birthday, My sixth, My seventh, All the way through my fifteenth, At every party, The balcony was where I hid.

I met my best friend there, My crush asked my out there, My mother died there.

And that is where I became queen.

Now, So much time has passed, A cycle at least.

Of which cycle I cannot tell, But it is much time nonetheless.

I stay trapped here, On this balcony.

The balcony where my life began, I am trapped.

But I cannot leave.

If I leave they will be forgotten, The people of the balcony memories.

If they are forgotten, They never existed at all.

I am trapped in this balcony.

This balcony where my life began, This balcony where it shall end.

And as I lay there, Looking up at the stars, with the balcony just barely in view, I wonder.

And I hope this will not happen anew.

a thing that bleeds

Blood.

The liquid that flows within us, Proving that we live.

We are things and creatures that bleed. So that must mean that we are the things that live.

You have a beating heart, And blood rushing through your veins.

You must be a thing that lives.

You must be human, Or something along that road.

I had the same.

The blood that once flowed through my veins, Are now rubies upon my brow.

I sacrificed so much to get where I am, I've bled and given all I have.

Am I still alive? Am I even human anymore?

You with your heart of gold that bleeds, Tell me, Am I still me?

When I am no longer a thing that bleeds.

Trust made of dust and bones

Trust is like a chalkboard.

Covered in words and phrases and actions, Written with a chalk made of dust and bones.

It's easy to erase, But the chalk is so hard to make.

I always used to wonder, Why didn't we use ink instead?

Write it on paper? With the ink made of blood.

Its more permanent, It lasts longer.

I think I understand why we use chalk now.

Any mistake made in ink can never be fixed.

It can be hidden, It can be covered with more ink,

But it's always there.

We have to work hard to make the chalk, When ink is so easy.

We have to treasure the chalk, But we don't worry about the mistakes made in it.

The ink made of blood is far to easy to make, Far to easy to write with, Far too easy to mess up.

When you mess up once, It can never be fixed.

With chalk, You can just wipe it away.

Spilled ink is forever ink astray.

I am so sick and tired of being the second choice.

I talk to you and introduce you to my friends! And what do you do?

You only ever talk to them.

But when you have a class with me and not them, I suddenly become your friend again!

You leave me out of group projects.

Even when theys said 2 or more.

Nobody ever chooses me.

I am the consolation prize.

Now you may say "I would choose you!"

But you haven't.

And you wont.

Stop with the lies please,

It makes me hope.

Fire doesn't discriminate.

You will burn too.

Me: you say romance isn't dead

Me: *cocks gun*

Me: lemme fix that for ya.

Me: *disassociating in the car on the way to the musical I'm in*

The podcast my mom has on: for more on fish having a better life than you,

Me: *suddenly aware and slightly offended* I know it's true but still RUDE

thinking

ive been thinking a lot lately.

Am I the reason someone is sad?

What happens after you die?

Does anyone look up to me?

Does somebody use me as a bad example for their kids?

I'm I the hero in somebody's story? Am I the villain?

What would the world be like if I didn't exist?

...

Anyways let's move on.

Ive also been thinking

Death is like rain.

You never think about it until you experience it.

The first time you are made aware of it (be it in a movie, a book, a show or real life) you can't stop thinking about it.

It creeps up on you.

You catch yourself thinking

Is it gonna rain today? (Is someone going to die)

Am I gonna get caught in it? (Am I going to die)

Is my friend going to get caught in the rain? (Is my friend going to die)

Is it going to sprinkle or pour? (Will it be painful or painless?)

And we may be able to move on after it happens, and go about our life, but it's always there.

Looming in the background.

And it will remind you of the fact.

You wish it wouldn't happen again, but you know it will.

At least the rainbows pretty. (At least they are at peace now.)

just got hit with a wave of pain

L I f e s u c k s

I'm so bummed man,

Im hanging out with Jerald and I can't take a good picture!

I know it's not his fault he corrupts every picture he is in, but I wanted to show a slefie!

guess who just learned two Italian cuss words?

*gestures to myself*

This person!

its shedding season

You all know what that means

It's time to get out the loom.

Hopefully this year my skin actually fits

Me: *dehydrated as fuck*

Me: I don't wanna moveeeee

My brain: get water idiot

Me: I w I l l s u f f e r

i cannot believe this.

I was wearing my cloak out today and someone called it a cat.

IT IS CLEARLY A BAT! IT HAS BAT WINGS AN EVERYTHING!

I am offended.

I should probably pin on the nose

gnome sighing

Follow for more updates on the newly dubbed 'gnome in the home'

garden gnomes work as projectiles right?

Asking for a friend

:)

the urge to spontaneously combust is great.

The call of food is *slightly* greater.