Help an ND trans woman and her transmasc fiancé move out!
I really hate having to do this but my fiancé visceralhorns and I are moving this week and we could use some help. I am recently recovering from an intense bout of anxiety that left me borderline agoraphobic so I couldn’t work this winter or most of the spring. As a result our savings are almost nonexistent at this point and we both have to wait until fall before we can get more hours at work.
Also my computer, which Is important for a couple of my sources of income, is currently broken to add to that.
As two neurodivergent trans folx, finding safe housing is very tough and if we miss out on this opportunity we may not have another for a while.
We’re currently short on rent, money for furniture, for kitchen supplies, medications, food, pet supplies, and some miscellaneous stuff. On top of that my fiancé’s parents may be taking their car away so we will have to use lyft/uber to get to work since we’re not near a bus route.
I’m selling some clothes on my Grailed (Grailed.com/pelvispresleyrova) all profit will be going towards the move. And once my computers fixed I can do music commissions. But until then we’re stuck in a really tough place.
My PayPal is firstname.lastname@example.org and my squarecash is $dorkshadow. Anything helps, this is a really tough time in our lives so any help at all would mean so much.
anon: Can I request a scenario with Bloo when he when he tries to do something special for his anniversary but f*cks up badly cause he got drunk. Tell me why he’s so cute, but always drunk af.
Today was a very special day, it was yours and Hyeunwoong’s 2nd year anniversary. Just for this occasion you saved up money to buy him a Gucci watch and t-shirt. Which it may have made you work overtime for 5 whole months, but you wanted to get him something really nice. Past that, you were extremely happy to be with him. He is such a genuine and caring boyfriend, and you love spending every moment with him.
On the other hand, Hyeunwoong was stressed, he wanted to make this day perfect for you. You took care of him, and always showed him endless love, he owes it to you. It is his goal to make sure this is one of the best nights of your life. How though? He thought of many ideas, but he was pessimistic about each one.
“A nice cooked dinner,” he said aloud to himself. “Never mind, I can barely make a cup of soup, Y/N will hate it. If I take her out for dinner it won’t be original enough.”
“Oh! I should take her out to a romantic movie… but thats something you do on a first date.” He looked at the gift basket you sent to him in the morning, it was cute and funny. You put in a bottle of Hennessy, a plush puppy, and a card that you spilt all your feelings on to. That was enough to make him the happiest man ever, but he didn’t know what to do for you.
As he was used to, he picked up the bottle of Hennessy and downed a few sips. The taste of the liquor was his favorite, it went down smoothly, and gets him fucked up. That wasn’t necessarily his goal, to get fucked up, but it seems to be happening more often.
“What do I do? She does everything for me but I can’t think of a single fucking thing.” He picks up the Hennessy and downs more. “I’m not good enough for her, she deserves better.” He continues to drink, completely unaware of everything that surrounds him. He didn’t hear the 30 missed phone calls from his girlfriend and his friends. He didn’t notice the hours passing on the clock, or the constant knocks on his door from his crew. He was awake but unaware, he wishes to stop this constant cycle of getting drunk, but right now he can’t find his self control.
Right when work ended you caught a taxi rushed straight to Hyeunwoong’s apartment. He wasn’t picking up his phone, and when his friends went to check on him no one answered the door. You didn’t care about getting ready for your anniversary anymore, you knew something wasn’t right and you had to make sure he was okay.
When the taxi reached his apartment complex you quickly payed the driver, and ran straight into the building. The elevator ride felt like forever, but as soon as the doors opened to his floor you sprinted right to his room. When you opened the door, you saw him sitting against couch with an almost empty bottle of Hennessy beside him. There was no reaction from him, he just sat their lifeless with his eyes staring into empty space. You approached him slowly, and sat next to him on the floor. You weren’t angry, like others would be in this situation. You were glad to be next to him, he needed someone. He entangled his hand with yours, and you rested your head on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry.” He said choking up. “I…I just don’t know how to stop myself from drinking, and I don’t any other way from escaping my stress. I want to be happier, but then I see all the hate I get and you too. I hate that because of me people say bad things about you, you don’t deserve this. I don’t know what I did for people to hate me, and say horrible stuff about the people I love. I can’t handle any of this.” Tears start flowing down his face, you stand up putting your hands out for him to grab. When he stands up next to you, you wrapped your arms around his torso. He placed all his weight on you, you rubbed his back as he continued to sob. “I’m so sorry, I ruined a special day Y/N. I’m sorry for always being a mess. You need someone better than me.”
You grabbed his face to bring it to yours, “Don’t you ever say that again. You don’t need to be sorry for anything. You let your feelings bottle up inside you, and you let yourself fall into the hate. I don’t want you to think that no one is here for you, if you are upset, if you are angry, if you need to cry, you have me, you have your friends, and your family. I will never look down on you, I have never and will never think that I am too good for you. I know you’re not okay, you need to stop turning to alcohol when your stressed, or down. I will help you, okay? I will always be here for you, you are not by yourself. I love you, and I will never give up on you.”
He pulled you into a hug, “I love you too. I’m so grateful for you Y/N.”
Giving him a light peck on the lips, you could tell he was drained emotionally, and physically. “Let’s go to bed, we can celebrate our anniversary another day.” You said, he nodded his head in response and followed you to his room.
Once you both got under the covers, he pulled your body closer to his. “Thank you for always being there for me, you are truly an angel sent from heaven,” with that said you both fell asleep, hoping for happier days.
a/n: this took a sad turn, hopefully this is what u wanted, and hopefully bloo never finds this.
Patsy Cline almost lost her life in a car crash in June, 1961. The recovery was difficult but she and her producer Owen Bradley were eager to follow up on her hit, “I Fall To Pieces”. Hugh Nelson, a scuffling songwriter, pitched “Crazy” to her husband in a bar. He took the demo home but Patsy hated it and said she couldn’t sing before and behind the beat like Hugh (later known as Willie). Bradley, however, saw its potential and recast it in the ballad form we all know. The recording session featured pianist Floyd Cramer and Elvis’s backup singers, The Jordanaires. But things did not go well as Patsy struggled for four hours with a song she did not like and with fractured ribs not healed from the accident two months ago. Bradley decided to call it a night and overdub Patsy in the future.
One week later she returned and nailed the vocal in one take.