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          squints. “ and why do you think that’s any of your business? ”

and a reminder that with pride month we need to be helping black folk as much as we can, as black lgbtq+ people were the ones who gave us our rights in the riots. here is a link to donate to support black owned businesses in atlanta, here is a thread of individuals helping on the front lines to donate to, here is a link to a community fund for black trans women in atlanta that you can donate to, and here is a general link with a list of places you can donate to, people you can contact to voice your opinion, and petitions to sign.

did a doodle for a group rp i’m writing cinder in. today they were given harem pants.

cinder’s hooves thoughts, head full. clop clop

cinder’s nightmares can be really severe sometimes. since their grimm arm is so reactive to negative emotions, these nightmares obviously cause really awful internal dissonance ( hating the content of a nightmare VS cinder’s arm being absolutely adrenalized by the negativity ). when the grimm arm gets excited and cinder succumbs to its control ( which they’re much more likely to do when they’re, yknow, NOT CONSCIOUS ), they can self harm in their sleep, leaving them with bloody cuts and lacerations across their arm in the morning. these scars aren’t totally covering the arm, but they’re definitely noticeable. this is just another reason they dread sleep. these scars go from their right shoulder all the way down to the top of their hand.

          “ the world has been cruel to us.  it squashes us like insects beneath its heels and leaves us broken to suffer the consequences. ”  fall pauses to take catra’s hand, gentle as a feather, and presses her palm against the marred, left side of their face.  they can barely feel it, the warmth of another against scar tissue.  their jaws clench like a string strung too tightly on an instrument.  “ because we are the same, i choose to trust you with seeing... this. ”  their stare is devoid of its lethality, yet iris fills to the brim with leaking disappointment.  “ i don’t know if i should trust you.  but i do.  i hope you will trust me with yours. ”