Hi everyone.

I’ll try my best to word this as well as I can; this is a plea for help.

I’m Donna, a 27 yr old freelancing queer+POC female artist.

As my Tumblr activity would suggest, my favourite thing to do is make fandom artwork, it brings me joy like no other. That has come to a standstill as in the past few months I’ve been unable to make ends meet with unexpected bills, having been kicked out of my previous apartment, and spending a lot of time and money in hunting for a new one in a dire time limit.

I’ve been holing up temporarily in an acquaintance’s home for a very minimal charge, but her kindness can only extend till the end of June as she is moving away and giving her place up for rent for an amount I cannot afford anymore.

I have found a smaller place, but I still do not have enough to make the deposit/the rent that I need to pay by next week or I will lose the place. I’m down to my last trickle of savings that I can rely on for food alone.

In a week’s time, I will be homeless and broke; I do not have a vehicle to crash in or any friends in the city I can approach who could accommodate me. I cannot return to my conservative parents in my hometown, I would have to give up my freedom as an artist and return to a closet I spent all my twenties working hard to get out of.

I’ve been living every day in constant debilitating anxiety and panic. Searching for a safe/affordable apartment and a paying job simultaneously is using up all my energy and will; my mental health has taken a massive hit with subsequent depression.

I’m on my last few dregs of hope and you guys here are it.

Tdlr; I humbly ask you for consideration in the form of donations.

I have linked my payment gateways: | KOFI | Stripe |

It would be extremely helpful to receive any amount at all; even a single dollar from a person counts and may help keep me afloat for a few months while I search for a job that could support me.

If a donation is not possible, signal boosting this post helps too. Please help me reach as many people as possible.

I’m being very optimistic by keeping a goal of $1,500; even though a part of me thinks that’s highly unreasonable, I have hope, and it’s all I have at this point.

My dear friend @enterthetadpole (an absolute angel who has helped me as much as she can) tells me how the fandom helped her when she was in need of desperate help, so I hope I too can turn to this space that has kept my spirits from waning completely out of me. Fandom content has been a safe haven; reading fics, looking at art, and poring through all the discourses here help me forget some of the fear and anxiety that grips me constantly.

I want to be able to give back to the community with art and sketches soon. I want to be able to open commissions again once my living situation is sorted.

Art is bread and butter, and my happy place.

Kindly help me get there again.

-Donna

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They put to shame the sea

I love them even more when they

Are gazing back at me

Sherlock: Don’t you fear your latest girlfriend will think this a bit trite, John? It isn’t as if there are many clear sightlines into a person’s eyes when they aren’t looking at you, after all.

John: *bridgepinch*

My love is like a willow tree;

Elegant and slim

My breath comes short and heart beats fast

Whenever I’m with him

Sherlock: Have you considered that you merely require more consistent cardiovascular exercise, and are not in fact enamored of whomever this is?

—

Steven Moffat in His Last Vow DVD commentary (x)

‘you sort of buy it’

the worst part is, mary actually threatened to shoot sherlock a second time.

Imagine Fred being called Percy by McGonagall accidentally and then he gets so offended that he refers to her by “Professor [insert any other name but McGonagall” for the rest of the year, costing Gryffindor a considerable amount of points one at a time.

From then on, she vows to just call them all Mr Weasley.

How, how, how, is a teenage boy supposed to rectify this, mentally? Connect these strange unjoined worlds to somehow explain that Snape––Snape!––knows his Aunt Petunia?

“It doesn’t make any sense, mate,” Harry tells Ron, blearily, desperately wishing at age thirteen years that his butter beer was a real beer. “It just––it can’t be. Why would he know Aunt Petunia?” Ron grimaces. “Why would he want to? I mean, I know he’s Snape, and all that, but––”

Harry writes his only letter back to #4 Privet Drive, dotted with tears, and it has one line: How do you know Severus Snape?

Petunia writes back: DO NOT MENTION THAT MAN EVER AGAIN. 

And this. This. Sparks a light in Harry’s head. This is the same way Petunia talks about celebrities who have deeply, personally offended her. Usually when she fancied them and then they got married. It’s so completely clear to him, now: Snape is deeply, irrevocably, utterly in love with Aunt Petunia.