The petition to have me declared mentally incompetent has been filed

The application for guardianship is filed at the same time, my mother did all of that on Friday [15 March]

This is solely to gain full control over me legally so that I can be forced into conversion therapy. I am, in fact, mentally competent. However, I live in a small town in the Deep South, my grandfather is loaded & a retired fire chief, my uncle is a lawyer, half the rest of my uncles & older cousins are either fire fighters or police. In other words they have a fuckton of connections and the uncle who is most directly assisting my mother with the process has guaranteed that they can push this through because he’s helped other people do it to their children before. Yes, this is illegal as all hell. No, I can’t call APS- local APS is in on it, a check by APS is literally part of the process to have someone declared mentally incompetent.

The only way to get me out of this is to get a legit psych eval. Bare minimum, I HAVE to have that. It will also help my case considerably to not be living with my grandmother, so no one can pull a “oh I provide care daily, x can corroborate my statement” and ideally far enough away that “I drive out daily to provide care” will also very clearly be impossible. I can’t just ditch out, there’s going to be a bunch of court ordered evals and appearances- they will find me and drag me back, completely legally.

Psych evals are expensive. Moving is also expensive. There’s a full breakdown of the costs over at my gofundme- https://www.gofundme.com/juzfrd-help-me-not-be-forced-into-conversion-therapy

Please, every penny counts here- even if you can only pitch $5, that WILL add up really fast. If you can’t donate, please, please boost this anywhere you can! If you can’t or don’t want to use gofundme, use paypal.me/ArchCreate or if you have Cashapp, my tag is $ArchCreate. Donations through both will be added to the gofundme daily as offline donations to keep the total accurate.

You know how it goes. You’re about to open commissions, you think, “I’d like some commission exemplars and raise some awareness, people have expressed interest in getting some art off me… ooh. We can help each other out!”

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Painted detailed portrait, colour, lined or lineless depending on which you’d like, with one character.

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He really has lost his gourd…

(Video I meant to post earlier, but Tumblr’s a jackass so…)

safe return / avatar the last airbender

another summer comes and goes ☽ ☾

Toxic- Britney Spears

Y’all will be bopping @ my funeral

Sunday bloody sunday by U2

Whole Lotta Love

STAYING ALIVE BY THE BEE GEES NOOO

Last Christmas by Wham fhsjjf

hope y’all are ready for I’m In Love With My Car being blared the entire time

Death on two legs… lived agressively, died agressively

All Dead All Dead

skkskskksks I’m fucking crying

Buckets Of Rain by Bob Dylan prepare yourselfs, ladies it’s time TO CRY

fool in the rain by led zeppelin skskskks omg

…

Queen - who wants to live forever

Give ‘Em hell kid by mcr…I’m okay with that~

Hum Hallelujah by Fall Out Boy

Nice

Down by Marian Hill

I don’t know about that one…

Killer Queen.

Or should I say killed queen.

Glad you came by The Wanted. Ironic, cuz no one will turn up

Wait for it from Hamilton

Death of a bachelor

The phantom of the opera

Voulez-Vous by ABBA

Killer Queen by Queen

History has it eyes on you from Hamilton

Two by Two from The Book of Mormon

What’s the use of feeling blue -Steven Universe

Y’all will be mourning me while listening to My Shot (Hamilton) GUESS DEATH REALLY WILL BE A MEMORY, AMIRITE-

Tainted Love

mourning my death and then

sometimes i feel i got to

DUN DUn

run away

Funny enough it’s who lives who dies who tells your story

Pain by Three Days Grace

Y'all gon be hella uncomfortable at mine

Y'all gonna be boppin to Guardian’s Inferno by the Sneepers

Whos ready to sob-bop to “I’ll Put You In Your Place” form the TLT musical?!

“Always Look on the Bright Side of Life”

Actually the best song to play at a funeral.

oh shit i got Welcome to the black parade

Smells like teen spirit

that’s it guys, i’m gonna die a teen, and you’ll be smelling me

Video Killed the Radio Star - The Buggles

Theme song from Star Trek Enterprise….

@the-valley-of-lost-souls

"Life's for the Living" by Passenger

Not to mention the fact that Mrs. White isn’t qualified to teach. She should be required to take a remedial English course. “I have went”? please. It’s “I have gone”, Mrs. White. 

first, my kid would not sign anything without me seeing it first. 2nd, upon seeing it i would be at the superintendant’s office the next morning. then we would speak to the teacher. black folk gotta nip it in the bud.

Dont let your children be controlled like this. I remember back when I was in school my mom always told me “if you really need to use the bathroom or attend to an emergency and the teacher won’t let you, then just leave the classroom and I’ll deal with teacher and principle”

Mom had my back

If I was this kid I would use up those passes and then just fuckin’ throw up or get a severe nosebleed in the classroom and then refuse to leave because “sorry, I can’t go to the nurse, I already used up my two passes for the fucking MONTH”

There was a student at my high school, who we will call John Doe, who actually did that. When teachers gave him a limited number of bathroom allowances (usually 3 per semester, which was the standard at my school), he would use them in the first week, and then induce vomitting my eating rotten food he found around the school garbage cans. If teachers refused to let him go, he would just throw up on something they had to touch. Light switches, keyboards, whatever was available.

Instead of making admin do anything about this toxic policy, they just doubled down harder, to the extent that one girl politely informed a teacher that she felt like she might be about to have a seizure and could she go to the nurse, please. She was denied, sat back down at her desk, and promptly passed out and concussed herself on the concrete floor when she fell. 

Another girl had severe vertigo-induced fainting, could not get a teacher to excuse her from a phys ed class, and fell off a monkey bars and split her head open, and nearly lost an eye because her glasses broke when she landed.

A student with, I believe, diabetes had a severe blood sugar drop and tried to eat a candy bar in a class with a “no food or drinks” rule. The candy bar was taken away, and she had to be taken out by EMTs. 

This kind of human rights abuse in public schools is not new. I graduated a full decade ago. 

I’m glad it’s being publically discussed again, (briefly around 2003-2005 this was also a popular subject of discussion). I hope that this time, concrete changes in policy are actually affected.

My mother, who was a teacher, would have been on the warpath if this kind of thing had been implemented on me or my brother.

this is so surreal to me like, in sweden (at least where I’m from) do you know what we do when we need to go to the bathroom?

we just leave. it’s that simple. maybe if you feel like it, or if they’re in the middle of a lecture you might give a quiet excuse before going, but I’ve never asked for permission to go to the bathroom.

and i shouldn’t have to.

When Americans get to college we literally need to be told “if you need to use the restroom just go, don’t raise your hand and ask” because for the 12+ years prior we couldn’t use the restroom/leave for the nurse’s office/get a drink of water without explicit permission, otherwise we would get written up or given detentions or whatever else

Several years back, I was diagnosed with Insulin Resistance. This means that my body makes insulin, but doesn't use it, and sometimes there will be a spike in production and lol it works. My blood sugar would drop dangerously low and it was very unpredictable in the beginning.

Fast forward a couple years and I'm in chemistry class doing a lab with some rather potent stuff (I can't really remember much from that morning). Anyway, I could feel my sugar start to drop. So, I pulled pulled the gloves off and told my lab partners that I'd have to sit out for a few minutes.

I told the teacher, or really kinda mumbled it as I stumbled past as it got worse quickly. She got real mad real quick. She pulled out a write up sheet and stormed up to me right as I managed to open a small to go thing of peanut butter. She snatched it out of my hand and threw it in the trash can before I could have any of it.

She yelled at me saying how food wasn't allowed in the lab (I was in the entryway where everyone kept their stuff) and that if I didn't get back to my station to work she would fail me for the class and that I was written up for endangering students in the classroom. Fine. What the fuck ever.

I went back to my station, and no later did I start to work on the lab again and had the chemicals in hand, I passed out. I had chemical burns all over my face and arms, and the room had to be evacuated because of a reaction that resulted (turned out that some of the chemicals were mislabeled and I had the wrong stuff).

I ended up scarred and she ended up fired. All because she wanted to be a controlling bitch. She was aware of my medical condition and she had said that if I had any issues I had standing permission to do what I had to do, but only when it suited her.

Tl;dr: I have permanent scarring because the American School System is a totalitarian establishment that systematically refuses students their rights and often endangers their health and well being just because they can.

Cookies

It was a lazy day. Chase had plenty of content and decided to take a break from recording or editing. He was off doing his own thing while you were laying across the couch scrolling through your various social media feeds.

“Hey, babe,” Chase said as he leaned over the back of the couch,

“Yeah?” you replied as you put your phone down,

“So I was thinking,” he started as he ran his hand along your leg, “since we have nothing to do, we could make cookies.”

You laughed, “You mean I make the dough as you are behind me with your arms wrapped around me, which is very distracting, so you know, and when I go to make the cookies you eat what dough you can before I smack your hand away, and whine when they are in the oven?”

He blushed, “Something like that,”

You looked at him with your eyebrow raised.

“Oh, c'mon, babe! I promise not to distract you… That much,” he added as an afterthought,

You rolled your eyes, “Alright,”

“Convince girlfriend, LIKE A BOSS!!!” he yelled as you stood up,

“Come on, Chaseaboy, we have cookies to make.” You laughed as you drug him into the kitchen by the drawstring of his Chaseet.

You started to get out the ingredients for the cookies, and made sure to grab enough for four dozen, knowing how Chase can be.

“You know what I like about you, babe?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around you, momentarily making you forget how much flour you put in the bowl,

“What,” you squeaked,

“You never cook anything out of a box.” he said into your neck,

Your breath hitched, “That’s because there is a lot more satisfaction in cooking from scratch. Besides, you can better fine tune the flavor.”

“Uh-huh,” he breathed stupidly,

“Dammit, Chase!” you scolded when you spilled the milk,

“Oops,” he giggled,

“Your cleaning it up.”

“But I’m not the one who was holding the milk,”

“No, but you were the one who distracted the one who was.”

“Fine,” he groaned,

He grabbed your waist when he reached for the towel, making your hand come down onto the counter, but it landed in the flour. “Dammit, Chase!” you yelled again,

“Don’t yell at me! It ain’t my fault you can’t handle my bossness!” he laughed,

“Uh-huh,” you grabbed the bowl and turned to work from the island, and when everything was set down, you turned and, with a gratifying smack, left a flour hand print on the seat of his jeans.

“Hey!” he yelled, “Oh, it is on now!”

You ran into the living room and tripped over your own feet, giving him the time needed to catch up to you.

He tackled you from the front and threw you onto the couch.

“NO! Chase, please! Stop!” you laughed/screamed as he tickled you,

“What do you say, babe?” he laughed,

“I’m sorry!” you gasped as he gripped your sides,

“Good,” he said getting up and laughed,

“But it was totally worth it,” you mumble,

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” you replied, and you noticed a dark look in his eyes,

“Uh-huh. Let’s go finish those cookies,” he said as he walked back into the kitchen,

“Okay.”

After much distraction, a couple more spills, stolen cookie dough, a small burn, and countless giggles, they were in the oven.

“We should do this more often.” Chase said as the two of you cuddled on the couch,

“What, cuddle?” you giggled,

“No, silly, make cookies!”

“Technically I made them and you kept on distracting me.”

“Shut-up.” he mumbled into your hair,

“I thought you said you wouldn’t distract me when I made the dough.” you recalled,

“Oops.”

“Come on, the cookies need to cool.” you laughed as you stood after the oven went off.

“They don’t need to, I can still eat them when they are just out of the oven.” he stated,

“Um, no.”

“Fine,” he groaned again.

I originally posted this on my deviant art, but I never get on there anymore; my account was Electricfire52609. I made some changes to fit Scribs’ content better.

Thank you for liking it so much! I was not expecting such positive feedback at all!

Cookies

It was a lazy day. Chase had plenty of content and decided to take a break from recording or editing. He was off doing his own thing while you were laying across the couch scrolling through your various social media feeds.

“Hey, babe,” Chase said as he leaned over the back of the couch,

“Yeah?” you replied as you put your phone down,

“So I was thinking,” he started as he ran his hand along your leg, “since we have nothing to do, we could make cookies.”

You laughed, “You mean I make the dough as you are behind me with your arms wrapped around me, which is very distracting, so you know, and when I go to make the cookies you eat what dough you can before I smack your hand away, and whine when they are in the oven?”

He blushed, “Something like that,”

You looked at him with your eyebrow raised.

“Oh, c'mon, babe! I promise not to distract you… That much,” he added as an afterthought,

You rolled your eyes, “Alright,”

“Convince girlfriend, LIKE A BOSS!!!” he yelled as you stood up,

“Come on, Chaseaboy, we have cookies to make.” You laughed as you drug him into the kitchen by the drawstring of his Chaseet.

You started to get out the ingredients for the cookies, and made sure to grab enough for four dozen, knowing how Chase can be.

“You know what I like about you, babe?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around you, momentarily making you forget how much flour you put in the bowl,

“What,” you squeaked,

“You never cook anything out of a box.” he said into your neck,

Your breath hitched, “That’s because there is a lot more satisfaction in cooking from scratch. Besides, you can better fine tune the flavor.”

“Uh-huh,” he breathed stupidly,

“Dammit, Chase!” you scolded when you spilled the milk,

“Oops,” he giggled,

“Your cleaning it up.”

“But I’m not the one who was holding the milk,”

“No, but you were the one who distracted the one who was.”

“Fine,” he groaned,

He grabbed your waist when he reached for the towel, making your hand come down onto the counter, but it landed in the flour. “Dammit, Chase!” you yelled again,

“Don’t yell at me! It ain’t my fault you can’t handle my bossness!” he laughed,

“Uh-huh,” you grabbed the bowl and turned to work from the island, and when everything was set down, you turned and, with a gratifying smack, left a flour hand print on the seat of his jeans.

“Hey!” he yelled, “Oh, it is on now!”

You ran into the living room and tripped over your own feet, giving him the time needed to catch up to you.

He tackled you from the front and threw you onto the couch.

“NO! Chase, please! Stop!” you laughed/screamed as he tickled you,

“What do you say, babe?” he laughed,

“I’m sorry!” you gasped as he gripped your sides,

“Good,” he said getting up and laughed,

“But it was totally worth it,” you mumble,

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” you replied, and you noticed a dark look in his eyes,

“Uh-huh. Let’s go finish those cookies,” he said as he walked back into the kitchen,

“Okay.”

After much distraction, a couple more spills, stolen cookie dough, a small burn, and countless giggles, they were in the oven.

“We should do this more often.” Chase said as the two of you cuddled on the couch,

“What, cuddle?” you giggled,

“No, silly, make cookies!”

“Technically I made them and you kept on distracting me.”

“Shut-up.” he mumbled into your hair,

“I thought you said you wouldn’t distract me when I made the dough.” you recalled,

“Oops.”

“Come on, the cookies need to cool.” you laughed as you stood after the oven went off.

“They don’t need to, I can still eat them when they are just out of the oven.” he stated,

“Um, no.”

“Fine,” he groaned again.

I originally posted this on my deviant art, but I never get on there anymore; my account was Electricfire52609. I made some changes to fit Scribs’ content better.