#youve earned it

[fieldsandfurrets]

In need of help!!

I haven't really been active on tumblr (im really bad at even talking to my friends on discord enough to keep them updated on my life, so keeping an active tumblr account was never realistic) but im in a bad situation, and i need some help with it

I am trying to get my name legally changed, and my mom was completely supportive in this endeavor

she was the one paying for it as well, but i told her that i also wanted to change my last name, and she completely retracted her support, as well as her payment

i am now without the funds to get my name legally changed, so i resorted to this:

i know its a long shot, but i cannot do this without help, and i dont currently have a form of income (unemployed + in the process of getting long term disability payment + still living with parents = no money)

any help, be it any form of sharing, donation, or even just a kind word, would be very much appreciated, and help a ton thank you for reading have a lovely day!

#transgender #name change #fundraising #go fund me #trans #transfeminine #trans woman #transition #transfem #help #please help #pls help #if youve gotten this far in the tags #have a cookie 🍪 #youve earned it #(also sleep) #(i know youre reading this at 3 am with nothing else to do) #(if you dont sleep the man who steals all of your bread slices but leaves the end pieces and then fills your sink with dishes will be there #thank you

[takomakiii]

rest in peace

#technoblade #my art #god #i still cant fucking process it #my heart goes out to his family and friends #fighter til the end. the world is an emptier place without him #rest easy king youve more than earned it

[astraskylark]

I saw a lot of people bring up that post about loving someone so much you resurrect them but then come back wrong but this is clearly not the case? Falin looks beautiful? She's so pretty and strong and has wings? How is any of this wrong my girl got an upgrade

#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #falin touden #SLAAAYYY #commit crimes on purpose girl youve earned it

[astralscrivener]

keith and lance are so ride or die for each other it's not even funny

#theyre both self sacrificial and love their friends to a fault #keith with abandonment issues who is loyal to the end once youve earned his trust #lance who has so much love in his heart for his friends and family and a deep inferiority complex who is surprised to be chosen first #they are so. #klance #vld #eileen speaks

[lazycranberrydoodles]

mxtxtober day 2: rain

@vampirefaun’s fic Thousand Gold Come-And-Go Stew is the canonical Hua Cheng memory loss extra to me so go read it if you haven’t already! I’ve wanted to make fanart of it for a while, and even did a sketch in August (below the cut) but finally got around to it because of today’s prompt :)

the sketch i made in august ↓. the colors on this were already pretty harmonized so i colormapped them a little bit more to use as a palette for my final drawing.

#i am excited for a translation of the new hua cheng amnesia extra but this fic is excellent!! #to paraphrase the ghost king’s birthday extra: #when it comes to the person you love #you naturally want to give them the best. but you cant help but think that sometimes you’re not good enough #this fic has a similar theme to that extra! ^^ #besides the heartbreak its also hilarious and it earns its E rating spectacularly so i highly recommend it #i really enjoyed drawing them as wet rats 😭 #they are literally and metaphorically sopping wet in this scene #sometimes youve gotta drop your blorbo into the dunk tank #tgcf #hualian #hua cheng #xie lian #art #tian guan ci fu #mxtx #my art #hob #heaven official's blessing #fic fanart #comic #mxtxtober #mxtxtober2023

[uhuraborealis]

was talking about expressions and turns of phrase that we use and undertsand what they mean even if we dont know their origin [think 'bite the bullet'/'kick the bucket'/'the whole 9 yards']

and i think money expressions are like that for younger federation folks in trek,

like some kid on tng enterprise is like "i don't get paid enough for this!" when theyre exasperated and deanna trys so hard not to lose it

#other phrases too #like when kirk tells scotty 'youve earned your paycheck' #like they just use them as expressions #deanna troi #tng

[oscconfessions]

She battle on my island till I dream

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#this post made me completely pause all of my activities and i needed to sit down for a good few minutes-📻 #puzzling #i think youve earned it-📻 #confession #/bfdi

[beedallo]

#are you prepared for the kind of death youve earned little man?

[liloinkoink]

today i offer you a dramatic no context scene from the middle of a beauty and the beast au. tomorrow? who knows...

After the seventh time Ren falls asleep in with Martyn in his room, Ren gives him back his knife.

He’d taken it the day they met, along with all the other trinkets Martyn had been collecting since he first stepped foot in the castle. Martyn hadn’t understood the point, then—sure, take back everything he stole, but what is Martyn going to do with a knife? With deadly claws and a long reach, Ren could tear his throat out long before he could do anything with a dagger. Martyn wouldn’t even dream of being able to get close with his stupid knife. Why even bother taking it except to demoralize him even further?

Lying against Ren’s sleeping body, Martyn understands.

It would be easy, is the thing. Ren sleeps light, but he’s adjusted to having Martyn around. He’s no longer cracking his eye open every time Martyn shifts his legs, doesn’t raise his head whenever Martyn touches his side. He wouldn’t see it coming at all, and it would be his own fault for trusting a stranger to brush the dirt and knots out of his hair.

Ren is an idiot. Giving Martyn his dagger back will be the last thing he ever does.

Martyn sits up slowly, listening to the sound of Ren breathing. It doesn’t change, not even as Martyn pushes Ren’s tail out of his lap.

He always sleeps well on the nights Martyn is in here, doesn’t he? Might have something to do with how long he fights falling asleep, trying his best to talk to Martyn for as long as possible. Martyn is starting to recognize the signs of when he’s losing that fight—his eyes close, though he shakes his head to try to keep them open, to keep his gaze on Martyn as long as he can. His words start to trail off, no matter how desperately he struggles to keep up their conversation, until his words turn dreamlike, incomprehensible. The constant wagging of his tail slows to a gentle tap, then stops entirely.

Ren’s insistence on fighting off sleep has never made any sense to Martyn, either, but so few things about Ren do.

Not that it matters now, anyway.

Martyn turns, as slowly as possible, back toward Ren. Still, he doesn’t react, not even a twitch of his ear. He’s fast asleep, has no idea what’s coming for him.

Carefully, without breaking his stare, Martyn reaches for his dagger.

Ren hadn’t thought anything of Martyn setting it on the side table, in the place where the brush usually goes. Hadn’t thought anything of giving it to Martyn at all, the little blade held proudly between his teeth.

Maybe it had been a taunt—Just one of his own fangs had been the size of Martyn’s weapon. Martyn isn’t sure if he believes that, though.

Ren… doesn’t seem the type.

Ren is trusting. Far, far too trusting. Martyn had lasted one day, one day of Ren’s posturing, and the king had folded immediately to following him like a pup. Bringing his meals, assigning him easy tasks, accompanying him throughout the day, convincing him to rest when the sun sinks to the tree line, inviting Martyn to sleep at his side.

Martyn holds the dagger in his right hand, now, knuckles white around the hilt.

For a monster, Ren is naive. His eyes shine with joy as he stands at Martyn’s side, as though that’s something he should be happy about. Didn’t anyone ever tell him? There are things crueler than beasts running around these woods.

Martyn reaches out, slowly, with his left hand. He feels around Ren’s fur with his fingers, looking for Ren’s pulse. He feels it under his fingers, a steady rhythm. Martyn glances to Ren’s face—Still does nothing. There’s not even a flicker of his eyelids as Martyn feels for Ren’s ribs, finding the space between them.

It’s the smart thing to do. Martyn needs a safe place to stay, one where he won’t be found. This place is safe…ish, minus the beast whose mercy Martyn lives at. Ren may be kind for now, but the limits he places on Martyn’s freedoms are dangerous.

Martyn can’t eat, not properly, not when Ren can't cook and keeps him from the kitchen. Keeps him from the gardens, too, and the armory, and that keeps his strength in check. He’s constantly helping clean and repair the dusty, crumbling rooms, which gives him less energy to fight back. There’s a lot of this castle Martyn doesn’t know, and Ren has been here for years. Ren is powerful, and Martyn knows from running his hands through the fur that Ren is all muscle beneath the coat.

Martyn can’t leave. He can’t go home, and he has no one else to hide with. He needs this castle. He needs this place, all of it. Ren stands between him and the perfect haven.

And Ren, fool that he is, has given Martyn a knife.

Martyn draws his hand back, away from Ren’s heart. Both hands close around the dagger’s hilt. He'll never need to worry about a thing again, so long as he buries it up to the guard.

Martyn raises his weapon high above his head. In the faint light of the moon, the blade glows a dim, cold white.

Martyn is calm as he holds the blade in the air. His breathing is silent, mouth set into a firm line. His eyes are steely sharp, zeroed in on the space between Ren’s ribs. It’s basically black, dark fur hidden by the shadow of Ren’s legs, where Ren is curled around himself. He'd be curled up entirely into himself, hiding his heart and every other vital thing, if it weren't for the fact he left space for Martyn to lean against him.

Martyn, fool that he is, takes a glance at Ren’s face.

Ren looks content. His snout lies in the square of light from the window, gently illuminated against the white sheets, soaking in the midnight moonlight. In the still of the night, Martyn can see clearly his soft breathing. If Martyn had to guess, he would say Ren isn’t even dreaming, at a sort of peace second only to that found by the dead.

Not that Ren’s death will be peaceful. It will be fast, sure—he’ll be dead before the stain of his own blood sullies his snout, but bleed he will. Will he be able to move, Martyn wonders? Should Martyn be prepared to dodge? Or will Ren’s body continue to hold as if to fit him, even in death?

Will he even have time to know who killed him?

Martyn hadn’t understood the point of taking his knife. The weapon is too close, too personal—he’d never get a chance to use it, not before Ren could stop him, not unless Ren was an idiot.

Will Ren have time to open his eyes? He’ll see Martyn immediately. He’ll know what Martyn has done, what Ren has allowed him to do so very easily. Even as quickly as Ren will die, he will know what Martyn has done. He’ll understand his mistake.

Knives are personal like that.

Personal enough Martyn knows that he’ll see Ren’s eyes, when they open. Martyn himself will know, intimately, the exact moment Ren understands what Martyn has done.

Ren’s eyes, when he’s happy, seem to glow. It counters the fact he can’t smile without looking like a monster, the way they shine with the light of the sun. What will they look like, in the dim glow of the moon, as that light fades? Will it die with him? Or will it go just a beat too soon, in the moment Ren understands what Martyn has done to him?

If Ren opened his eyes now, what would he see?

Martyn holds the knife above his head, though he does not manage to keep it very high. He frowns, biting his lip on the inside of his mouth. His eyes are wide with a growing, pleading horror.

The only thing that stops Martyn from slamming the knife back down onto the nightstand is the fear Ren will hear it.

Tomorrow, Martyn will take Ren’s face into both of his own and scratch every spot he knows Ren likes, listening to his laugh and to the way his tail thumps against the bed. He’ll move to Ren’s back when the weight of Ren’s eyes starts to crush him, running his nails up and down along Ren’s spine, keeping his hands from following Ren’s ribs too far down. Ren will laugh, will relax, will sigh and roll so that Martyn can more easily access his stomach, and Martyn will feel so suddenly and violently ill that he has to leave the room.

Tomorrow, Martyn will duck away the moment he’s able, taking the mop and bucket to the worst, dirtiest, most disgusting corner of the castle he can find, and he'll scrub away like it will clear red-black shadows from the back of his mind. He’ll wave Ren off once, twice, three times, shooing away his food and his company, up until all the blood is gone and there’s nothing left to clean.

Tonight, Martyn settles back into the space Ren makes for him at his side. He pulls Ren’s tail back across his lap, and notices, not for the first time, how perfectly he fits.

#lew writes #im not maintagging this #its renchanting/treebark/whatever name you call it beauty and the beast au #it doesnt have a name but we've been calling it 'big dog' #if youve got a question abt it feel free to ask! ive got a whole thing planned i just havent written very much of it #anyway you ever think abt these bastards and earning trust and betrayal you can’t go through with. i do #big dog au #top hits #lew library

[vonlipvig]

Finally saved Angie’s piece of shit dad. It took me two hours worth of attempts to realise I could activate healing touch while in healing touch, but the bastards I now realise were spiders not weevils are dead and I’m sure this mean Guilt is over forever now!

YES, CONGRATULATIONS! YOU'VE DONE IT! GUILT IS OVER, IT WILL NEVER COME BACK TO HURT US! NEVER EVER!

...

or IS IT?

DEREK STILES WILL RETURN IN UNDER THE KNIFE 2 KNIFIER THAN EVER. GET THOSE SCALPELS AND GAUZE CAUSE IT'S GONNA GET BLOODY.

#HELL YEAH CONGRATSSSSS (im assuming thats the end of the game right? it's been so long but i very much do remember the Spiders) #but yes now you GOTTA jump on utk2 YOU GOTTA MEET MY BEAUTIFUL SON #(or take a breath first ofc youve earned it lmao) #but yeak utk2 fun. CRAZY SHIT AGAIN. but very fun. #then you have new blood on the wii (ULTRA CRAZY SHIT). then you need to at least check out utk second opinion for the New Character thats #Important for Later. and then ofc Trauma Team. #WELCOME TO THE DOCTORVERSE #juli answers #trauma center

[liverpool-enjoyer]

watching klopps press conference n bro will take any opportunity to say "there is no fierce rivaly 😐" n i know pep is screaming crying rn

#papa is TIRED a this 😭😭 #take a break bro youve earned it #jurgen klopp #pep guardiola #lfc #liverpool fc #liverpool

[ofthecaravel]

You Don't Go To Parties Masterpost

I needed somewhere to put all the chapters, so I figured I'd make it easier for all of us (plus some new art ooo ahhhh)

Chap 1 ~ You Don't Go To Parties  

Chap 2 ~ If Walls Could Talk 

Chap 3 ~ Lover of Mine

Chap 4 ~ Everything I Didn't Say

#thank you for all the love on this series #seriously it means a lot to know you guys enjoy it!!!! #have some art youve all earned it #gvf #greta van fleet #danny wagner #sam kiszka #myart #greta van art #you don't go to parties #sanny #greta van fleet fanfiction #you dont go to parties

[rhymaes]

The Untamed (2019) // Anne Sexton

#YOU WANT THE BOY TO KILL YOU SO MUCH YOU ORCHESTRATED IT SO ITS THE ONLY WAY #YOU FEEL U CAN EARN REDEMPTION #BUT HE LOVES YOU TOO MUCH FOR THAT IN A WAY YOUVE NEVER KNOWN LOVE #AND HE DOESNT KILL YOU. BUT YOU DIE ANYWAY. AND THEN YOU LIVE AGAIN #AND HES MOCKED BY WHAT WAS ONCE YOUR WILLING CHOICE HELD AGAINST YOUR NECK!!! #‘loving another person seems like tying a noose around one’s own neck’ AND HE WAS RIGHT AND YET. AND YET. #the untamed #wei ying #I COULDNT GET THE BOY TO KILL ME BUT I WORE HIS JACKET FOR THE LONGEST TIME!!! #lan wangji #lan zhan #wei wuxian #mdzs #paralles #poem #anne sexton

[hockeyisforthegays]

I'm guessing mid to late twenties mainly because I've followed you since like 2015 and have just mentally always placed you as older than myself. Ages tend to go in one ear and out the other beyond noting if someone is under 18, so I could be completely wrong lol

YOUVE BEEN FOLLOWING ME THAT LONG? YOURE A REAL ONE JEEZ

#again i wont indicate if youre right but you are definitely giving people some clues w this #youve been trapped in here with me.... for a decade.... #if you ever wanna say hello off anon my pal you have earned the right

[truethes]

happy international women's day! remember to always show female muses / ocs the world when you can!

#❛ ♡ › jupiter : 𝐨𝐨𝐜. #REMEMBER TO TREAT YOURSELVES TODAY!!! #youve earned it! #the love that writers of female muses and ocs have for their characters is stunning. #thats always the sunshine at the end of a rainy day! #ill be on in the next hour or so but - it was important to post this!

[notahorseindisguise]

so annoying when a song builds up to a point but only sits in it for a couple moments. like youve earned this moment, it was a great buildup, at least sit in that area for a whole verse and chorus

#yk when like the instruments build up for the whole song #snd then they finslly crescendo and its for like. 2 lines. #and yeah those lines are great but like. youve EARNED IT. sit in it for a little bit