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The description as posted in the fundraiser only tells a portion of the story I’m trying to “sell”. It’s taken years of milling around in my head to figure out who I am and where I need to be and even now there are many questions left unanswered and many things about myself I have yet to fully discover.
You only deserve my honesty if I am to deserve your support. My name is Sam. I’m a pansexual/panromantic kid from the middle of bumblefuck nowhere who recently (within the past year) admitted to being transgender. I’ve been coasting along comfortably with the title Non-Binary, using they/them pronouns and things just aren’t fitting quite right in my proverbial self puzzle anymore. I’m on a journey to figure myself out, to figure out where I need to go, what I need to do, and how to go about being me. At the end of the day, I’m asking for help with school related expenses, but know that underneath all of that is the idea that through my travels in Europe I will be given the opportunity to reflect and go on a journey purely psychological. My mental health is in the toilet, and has been for a long while now. I’m not hoping for a miracle, I’m just hoping that I can sort myself out enough that I can make a game-plan for self-care and recovery.
So, if you’re willing and able I would appreciate the support via donation or just by simply spreading the word. It’s your generosity and compassion that are going to make it possible for me to do all of this and not a moment goes by that I won’t appreciate it wholeheartedly. Thank you, always.
#damn this blog is old but some of y'all are still here#so#if you're listening#here's something to think about#trans transgender#self discovery#travel#study abroad#europe#mental health#self care#recovery#depression#anxiety#gay#pansexual#panromantic#signal boost#donation#study#school#college#intern abroad
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Hey all,
Above is a link to my GoFundMe page regarding my study abroad and intern abroad opportunities. Money is tight and if I can’t get the funds, I can’t go - meaning that I have effectively wasted my time on all of the application materials and my money on all of the fees that come with said materials. If you could help out or even just spread the word, I would be eternally grateful.
Thank you,
Sam
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#i'm probably going back to this block very soon#i missed it a lot#please love me#i haven't forgotten about y'all
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#SELF PROMO#go follow this blog instead cuz the one you are currently looking at this from is inactive
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THANKS!!
>> alrighty folks - I know it’s been a super wild ride, but thank you to those of you who’ve stuck with me through my hiatus and my move, and a big thanks to those of you who are new to my blog as well! it’s been a crazy time here in my little world, and I appreciate the patience with threads, the friendships I’ve made because of this account, and the irreplaceable moments that I’ve had in regards to the things that happen on this blog. so, as a more physical and material way to represent my appreciation and thanks I’d like to offer up some stuff for y'all! Below the cut you will find RULES & PRIZES
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TEAM WORLD VISION
>> A little about the organization: In Africa they say, “Water is Life”. About 724 million people in the world lack access to safe drinking water. Children and women often walk five to ten miles a day to gather water that isn’t even safe to drink; water that can make them sick. More children die from diseases caused by unsafe water and poor sanitation than almost any other cause - more than AIDS and malaria combined. Team World Vision empowers people to experience radical life transformation through endurance races, community advocacy, and social giving for the sake of clean water in Africa. World Vision activates partnerships and community engagement to bring clean water to people around the world - helping create fullness of life for children in need.
>> A little about Becca: I grew up with Becca and she’s probably one of the single most amazing people that I know. It’s incredible what lengths she’s gone to help others in need, or at least I would say so, and I aim to help her in any way that I can. I wholeheartedly believe in what she’s doing by choosing to run with Team World Vision in their Marathon and a Half to provide clean drinking water to people desperately in need. This is a journey for her; one she decided to take on spiritually, physically, mentally, and emotionally. She’s so wonderful and lovely, and I only wish the best for her through all of this - and my part in doing so is helping raise support for her on her journey. I want her to reach her fundraising goal, and I want to see her cross the finish line with a smile on her face knowing that regardless of how much she raised, she helped someone.
>> If you need an incentive: For those of you that run RP blogs; anyone that donates PLEASE MESSAGE ME and I will make you icons/promos/banners! - With that, I will be making an appreciation post to anyone that donates, which will be like a massive promo and I’ll be sure to have your blog on a list to keep somewhere on my blog from when I come back on hiatus [if that takes too long I’ll be promoting you on NEWT ]. For those of you that aren’t RP blogs; I will still promote you in any way that you’d like and I will have an appreciation masterlist that will include you regardless of what’s on your blog!
You can donate [HERE]
If nothing else, please spread the word!
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(MONSTER HUNTER):
—— The rain batters his skin, gracing his cheeks with fresh
water. It feels like a shower from the heavens above. It feels
like they’re telling him to wash clean of his sins and in this
moment of kindness be freed of the weight that lay on his
shoulders. But no amount of rain will even make him feel
clean.
There’s a hitch in his step, mild hesitation to advance to the
Impala with her once again at his side. She’s more deserving
of the shelter than he is and he’s thankful that she decided to
pull his jacket tighter around her. He would not have taken it
from her. If she’s considered a monster, then what is he?
Dean Winchester is the real monster.
For years he killed without so much as a second thought.
Didn’t matter if they were trying to get by or if they were
ruthless, if it was a monster it died by his hand. How many
did he kill that were more innocent than him? How many
had to die before he realized the world is not built in black
and white?
A sigh forms along his lips but he suppresses the flow of air.
Emerald orbs trace cracks in the sidewalk that suck up rain
water before it can make it to the curb and add to the growing
flow in the gutters. He can feel those cracks in himself,
absorbing the sky.
A glance over his shoulder at her frustrated grunt brings a
smile back to his face, but whether or not it is genuine is
something he could not answer. The crunch of her feet along
the sidewalk makes him raise an eyebrow at first, questioning
the source of the noise. But, he feels it before he can ask the
question. The chill of frost makes the hairs on his arms stand
on end, searching desperately for warm air to trap against his
skin where there is none.
“I’ll be here all week,”
the hunter replies with the raise of his brows. In truth, he won’t
be, but isn’t that what every stand up comic says when they get
a few laughs and walk off stage?
Slender digits CLENCH around biceps, shoulders pressing close
to neck. Focus was aimed on the rapid streams down the streets,
the p a t t e r of rain drops on solid ground or against parked cars.
It was a means of remaining placid. Quelling the churning beast
within her center. Even monsters could experience FEAR over
something as simple as a storm. Tempting discomfort within the
ruthless creature was SADISTICALLY satisfying to the woman.
Despite a shared fear, it resulted in its silent, statuesque manner.
Angels don’t cry for monsters.
The statement managed to e c h o in her mind, muffling the
sounds of the rain. A tainted soul writhed in agony beneath
alabaster flesh, trying desperately to shake off the parasitic
LEECH that grasped onto her with all its vigor. For if it
released her frangible SOUL, it would no longer possess a
life source and would undoubtedly p e r i s h. And, God, did
she want to watch it go up in FLAMES without a trace of ash.
Though for this to occur, would she have to sacrifice herself?
Dying had been pondered one too many times by the ice woman.
Too perturbing of an amount for any normal being to think about.
Most times she craved Death at her worse moments. Yet there
were nights spent cognizant, crying over truth behind the desire
to live, but knowing there isn’t much of a CHOICE. The last thing
possible was to domineer the robust monster that tormented her.
And everyone knows no monster approves of SUBMISSION.
❝What is it like? Being a hunter? ❞
She could not contain inquiry from vacating the surface of tongue,
having embedded whitened carnassials into the muscle in means
of berating. The question wasn’t intended on being phonetic aloud,
immediately BRIMMING with repentance at having even thought
the words to begin with. Lips pry apart, gaze FLICKERING to him
before returning to the ground in slight embarrassment.
❝Sorry. You don’t have to answer that.❞
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’ ——— I don’t think you’re in a
position to be giving me orders. ’
—— Dean hisses into her ear. He sounds offended by the
very notion that he should be the one to walk away freely.
If anyone is in dire straits here, it’s her. With the Blade to
her throat he can steal her life away, regardless of how
heavenly or otherwise it might be.
Unless she has a trump card.
But, even with an army at her back she could not conquer
him. The only thing that can kill a knight of hell is the First
Blade, the very Blade that happens to be in his hand.
’ Besides, never said I’d be takin’ you alive. ’
There’s emphasis on the last word. If he were to take Crowley
her lifeless body he’d be just as happy as though it were
breathing. Didn’t matter much, only that it was another body
to add to the count, another soul to take and feed into his fire.
The smirk remains on his lips, his tone growing even more
smug. Her threats are meaningless at this rate, which means
that at best she’s either attempting to lure him away or she
really has something up her sleeve to stun him, perhaps even
bring him as close to death as he can get without being stabbed
with his own weapon.
On a whim, he lowers the Blade, feeling the impulse to drive
it into her trachea strengthen with each centimeter he parts
from her. His arm falls back to his side but he hasn’t moved
himself from behind her. In this position, he could easily drive
the Blade into her spine but he refrains. The bloodlust cannot
win every time, but who’s to say he’s going to let it lose out?
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“—-Yeah, yeah,”
—- Dean rolls his eyes again, moving to the fridge to see what she
has in way or ingredients. On the second shelf he finds thawing meats,
perfect. He could go for a nice burger himself, not to mention the fact
that their his specialty dish.
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”——Yeah,“
—— the boy answers quietly, the teacher has started her lesson
and he’s already focused on taking notes. Ink drifts across the
page, messy letter forming half-legible words. Dean isn’t giving
her the time she appears to want, he’s devoted to his studies and
nothing more.
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Sam’s first reaction was to level a blank look at Dean. Ti-rod ends, spark plug, wheel bearings? Sure, he could probably guess what each one of those did, but truthfully he didn’t really know. At least he knew his car had a battery…somewhere in there. If asked he’d guess it would be to start the engine, though he wasn’t sure that was incredibly accurate.
His lips parted, but he kept his words to himself. Seemed like an awful lot to replace all at once, but hell, what did he know. Cars weren’t his thing. People were more his thing, and on that note he finally managed a smile, watching the small drop running down the mechanic’s face, how the casual way this Dean swiped at it left a mark on his nose. Somehow it made him more adorable than anything.
Sam chuckled softly. “You do fast work.” He complimented, and though he was talking about the car, somehow it sounded a tad bit more suggestive than he’d meant. “My car’s in your capable hands.”
Maybe he stood watching Dean a moment too long, because Sam got the impression he might have made him uncomfortable. But it wasn’t often Sam found himself in this part of town, finding his interest growing in someone who definitely wasn’t part of his business. He was normal, and it was charming, the way he rattled on about cars and went around with grease smudged on his face. Usually he’d be just shy of disgusted. Perhaps it was more the fact that Dean seemed to be dropped here from a casting couch rather than the old, fat scheming sort of mechanics everyone expected.
“Oh don’t comp work on my account.” Sam reassured, though his tone may have been a little distant, watching those bowlegs sticking out from under his car with a sort of casual fascination. “I can pay for whatever needs doing.”
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