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📢 mutual aid request! help needed!🌻

my partner @mongrelmeats and i are trying to survive & escape an abusive household. we are both trans and disabled and had to flee TN to avoid homelessness in a very hostile state. we moved in with abusive family members as a last resort. sadly, they subject us to regular emotional/mental abuse, manipulation, and sabotage. they have been physically abusive in the past, causing me nerve damage. the situation is not safe and our physical and mental health is suffering. our two cats and dog live with us in one room with very little space to move around. we can't eat or shower without being observed and criticized. we are rarely permitted to leave the house. i guess it's not the absolute worst situation anyone has been in, but we are desperate to get out.

our only income now comes from commissions as our car was totalled in a triple rollover accident. i was lucky and survived without major injuries. weir was lucky they were not with me at the time.

our goal is to get a cheap used car without major damages or needing major repairs. funds otherwise go to our regular survival expenses, such as medical needs and pet food. but a car would give us some independence and the ability to find work to support ourselves!

➡️our gofundme here! with more info about the situation.

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@mongrelmeats art is our income right now. But Weir is very talented with humans, anthros, or feral ocs! They are great at translating likeness into art, and creating diverse and believable faces. they can do multiple styles too and did our fundraiser banner. Weir loves horror, fantasy, weird outsider art, and queer erotica. If that's your vibe, check them out!

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thank you for reading and thank you for sharing!! 🏳️‍⚧️💖

if you enjoy my content bullshit, maybe consider throwing me some coins to help pay for repairs to my poor beloved laptop? (the keyboard & screen need to be fixed.) and yes! this is the keyboard that brought you such long-form delights as clown deli meat dream, the horrifically unnecessary saga of the door, and last and very least the grinch x tony the tiger fic! this laptop has committed the literary equivalent of war crimes! i owe it a debt of such love and gratitude ❤️

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Awh "stinky" is such a cute nickname arxhchjgklgaa 😍💕

... give me the soft bakugo 👀

If this flops or gets me ostracized from the fandom you’re uninvited to my birthday party-

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Bakugo could never stay awake during movies.

It was a problem for him, genuinely. The amount of times he’s fallen asleep, and grumbles in annoyance when you tell him the movie’s over is truly staggering. It’s not that he wants to miss the action, he’s just so exhausted from being… well. Bakugo, that when the end of the day comes, and you’ve got a hand buried in his hair and a blanket tossed over you both, he never stands a chance.

And it’s a ritual at this point, merely part of your daily routine. He comes home. He showers. He curls up against you, and before the movie’s rising action can start, he’s out cold.

And nine times out of ten, you’re more than willing to stay, scratching his scalp and watching Bakugo’s handsome face twitch and lax with each detail of dreams…

But today? The one out of ten? You’re fucking hungry.

You so wish you’d eaten before you decided to be his snuggle buddy for the next few hours, knowing he’d already had a bad enough day and you leaving to have a snack would only disturb him further, but if it wasn’t you slowly leaving the warmth of bed, it would be your growling stomach.

Okay. Slowly now. You pinch the arm that’s tossed over your waist and slowly lift it up, slipping from under the appendage and out to freedom.

Once out of his warm embrace, you quickly scurry to the kitchen for a sandwich- heavy enough to get through the night, but light enough where you can quickly eat it- and a quick look through of your phone so you can update your friends and family to be officially his for the night.

And it seems to all go well! He’s still knocked out, as you assumed he would be after such a long day, and you’re just about ready to bite when-

“…the hell in the fuck are you doing?”

The voice makes your eyes wander from the brightness of your phone screen, to the culprit himself, standing in the hallway with sweats low on his hips and a blanket wrapped around just the top half of his torso. He knuckles his tired eyes, his lips in a sleepy scowl, and god he looks so snuggly you want to bring him straight back to his warm bed and let him sleep off the day.

But your rumbling stomach would never allow that.

Stopping your staring, your teeth hover over the sandwich before coming down to a biteless close, and you look at him with a clear of your throat, “I’m… eating?”

“You left the bed.”

“Yeah, because you don’t like crumbs-“

“You left me in the bed.”

You blink at him in complete confusion, trying your hardest not to laugh in his face as he growls deep in his throat, “you left me alone in the bed, to make yourself a sandwich!”

“Well I sure as hell wasn’t going to wake you up,” you snort, watching as he struggles back a yawn to continue his ‘threatening’ look. “You were tired babe, I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Well… well I didn’t like not knowing where you were,” he grumbles. “And when I pat the damned bed and it was empty, that was an even worse way to wake up.”

All an elaborate way of saying ‘I didn’t like that you left me and our cuddle time.’ You could’ve sworn he’d only be mad if you’d woken him up in the process of leaving, but that’s very clearly not the case. When a loving grin spreads over your face, you know he knows he’s been figured out, and he crosses his blanket-covered arms and avoids your gaze. “Awww, Katsuki-“

“Don’t even.”

“Did you want me to-“

“Fuck off.”

“Stay and snuggle?” His words of empty threats do nothing to deter you from finishing your sweet coo, which he scoffs at while you slowly pull out the chair next to you for him to sit in. “Baby, you know I’d never leave if I knew it would make you upset!”

“It didn’t make me up-fucking-set,” he growls, but he does let his long legs carry him to the chair next to you, plopping down sleepily while maroon eyes struggle to stay awake. “It’s the principle of the matter- you leave, you fuckin’ tell me where you’re going. End of discussion.”

You snort and shake your head at his words, finally taking a bite of your sandwich and thus, ending the conversation. Despite his efforts, he doesn’t look half as mad as he thinks he does, lips pouty and cheeks a titch flushed from your affectionate words and the last remnants of sleep being pulled from his soul.

“For what it’s worth,” you hum, slowly tugging his chair closer to yours, which he instantly rests his head on your shoulder when he’s close enough. “I always want to cuddle with you, too, stinky.”

“Quit it with your stupid pet names,” he grumbles. “I am a man, and I find it disgusting the way you are able to make my heart race.”

“Of course you do,” you agree with him to relax his protests, turning your head to kiss the fluffs of hair that adorn the crown of his head. “Let me finish eating, then we can go nap for real.”

He grunts, a pouting language for ‘fine,’ before he lets you eat in slight peace, just without the use of your right arm which is now being held hostage by his own two limbs.

“C’ I have a bite?” He mumbles, opening his mouth expectantly, as if already knowing you’d say yes. You chuckle and bring the sandwich to his lips, which he bites softly and chews slowly. “‘fank you.”

“You’re welcome, my love.”

“Gross.”

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good morning, lgbtq is officially banned in russia. today russian supreme court announced that “LGBT movement” is “extremist”. it means extreme risks and criminal persecution.

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