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Throwback to the most piece of art I’ve ever made. Peaked at 7 years of age, and already pissing my teachers off.

George Washington Committing War Crimes With Multi Weapon Mace and Horse Pooping on the Dead.

listen so my mom sat me down and explained some things about the All American History Propaganda they were teaching us so I took it and ran george washington American history art that horse is amazing ok I think I was like 7? anyway time to tw tag this tw: colonialism tw: violence tw: death tw: war crimes tw: poop I don’t know what else to tag but as always feel free to message me to add more also his horse is shitting on the British soldiers who I thought all had those huge fuzzy hats so that’s what was going on there on the dead guy under poop

Hey so if you ever donated to me via Paypal, please don’t be alarmed if you get an email from Paypal saying an ‘order has been shipped’. They keep pestering me to ship something even though they aren’t… orders. ; u ; I’m going through one by one and marking them as complete via a 'digital order’. Sorry about the trouble, and of course thank you so much for your kindness!

paypal sucks so much sorry

I went to put in my paperwork to get a permit today, and it felt very stressful and shameful to me even though the person who processed it all never took a tone or gave off any recognizable signals that she thought I was pathetic or anything. I literally had to bite my tongue to keep from explaining why I was in my 30s and just properly getting my permit and license, because I’ve always been treated like I was a lazy asshole for not getting it even though I had very good reasons why. And even now, I have to wait to get the test date until a doctor can sign off on a form that I’m impaired but not that impaired. Like, they have been very good reasons. But years of people being shitty about it has made me feel… well, shitty about it. I should be excited, or at least proud or something.

personal batwynn talks driving gays driving lol anyway yeah I’m trying to be happy about it but I just feel shitty and embarrassed and honestly the major reason I’m even doing it regardless of health stuff still being a problem is because I’m very worried about my mother and I need to be able to drive myself but mostly her in an emergancy or if she’s having a bad health day and needs meds or something anyway thanks family and strangers for making me feel shitty for something out of my control for years like you know being completely bed ridden for years or not having access to a fucking BMV where I was before or dealing with a major flare of up health stuff again anyway anyway anyway maybe I’ll buy myself a car thing like a uh I don’t know. something cute for the dash to sit next tot he Fuck You Dino the Fuck You Dino is for sending bad vibes to shitty drivers a full time job with benefits
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chronicallycouchbound

Let People On Food Stamps Eat Hot Meals

Particularly on cold, rainy days (like today), while unhoused, sometimes all I want is a hot meal but it’s so difficult (if not impossible) to cook outside in the rain.

On top of this, I’m physically disabled and chronically ill. Medically, I’m supposed to have assistance with making meals as part of in home care. But I can’t get in home care without a home.

I just finished making dinner for my partner and I, it took 2 hours (3 if you include clean up). My knees are burning, my back is aching in it’s core, I feel like I’m about to faint, and all my joints are screaming. But it’s the only way we could have a hot meal today and get some protein, which is vital for our health conditions.

People judge us for using what little funds we have on McDonald’s some days. Because sometimes, it’s the only hot meal we’ve had in days. And sometimes I’m physically unable to stand, move, and do all the actions needed to cook. Or I faint while cooking. Or the rain doesn’t let up. Or we don’t have access to a kitchen for the day. Or the fire danger outside is too high. The list goes on.

Without my own kitchen to use, I don’t get to sit down while I cook (right now, everything is wet from the rain), I can’t meal prep, I can’t stock up on freezer meals, I can’t use an oven or a microwave to reheat leftovers, I can’t just reach across the kitchen for a fridge item (we have a small amount of fridge space friends let us use), everything about cooking is exponentially harder.

And even if I had 24/7 access to an accessible, full kitchen, it’s not even physically safe to cook my own meals. Even then, having a pre-made, hot, ready-to-eat meal could keep me safe and give me independance.

And all the safety needs for hot meals aside, emotionally, hot meals are also life saving and comfort. Meals are a part of community, culture, love and art.

So many gatherings we have as communities center around food. Most people in the United States would think of ones that often hold great value to Western culture. Mother’s Day breakfast. Spaghetti fundraisers. Wedding cakes. Birthday dinners. Bake sales. Carnival treats. BBQs on weekends. Holiday roasts. Lunches with friends. Casseroles brought to grieving neighbors.

Our world revolves around food.

I firmly believe that no poor person could ever “take advantage” of a system designed to feed us by using food stamps on hot food. This restrictive rule serves no purpose but to punish the most vulnerable of poor people— unhoused, disabled, and those of us living in unsafe conditions.

It also serves to restrict our access to joy and comfort. The joy can sometimes come from the food itself, but also the joy from having shared experiences solidified by the sounds of laughter and forks clinking on plates. The comfort can sometimes also be from the food itself, but also the experience of being loved and cared for while your close friend brings you pizza from your favorite restaurant because you lost your drive to eat three weeks ago and they worry about you. They know you. Those slices of pizza bring color back into your world.

Poor people deserve to be able to have the comfort, joy, and care that goes into a hot meal. We deserve the autonomy to choose foods that are best for us ourselves. We deserve to be able to eat in ways that are accessible to us.

Above all, we deserve access to hot meals.

Originally posted to my blog on 6.3.22

arctic-hands

The good news for those living in Maryland is that now you're legally allowed to use your SNAP in participating restaurants. The bad news is that last time I checked there was a single participating restaurant in a middle of nowhere town

chronicallycouchbound

Yes! Some states have this in effect, I’ve lived places before that offered this and have had similar issues of never being able to actually access it because of how few places participate in it. I really wish it was just standard everywhere.

Many places also have incentives for people on food stamps to buy produce from farmer’s markets by giving you half off the price or extra vouchers— however, even with half off and vouchers, I can’t get to the market, I can’t eat most of the food due to dietary restrictions, and the produce is still too expensive anyways.

arctic-hands

Yeah, Maryland EBT routinely sends me pamphlets of all the farmers markets in Baltimore that accept SNAP, but even the two closest to me were too far to walk where I was living and the Giant was only four blocks away so...

this 100% fucking this being disabled is hard enough with preparing hot food being homeless and disabled is a thousand times harder this was me in 2021 and we were LUCKY to have a hotel room with a mini microwave no fridge that worked but still we could heat up ramen cups that was something but it would have been easier and safer and better if we could have just grabbed something fucking hot and cooked ALSO ramen makes me sick part of my disability is chronic illness and I can’t eat certain things so yeah fucking this this this this it needs to be a federal overhaul long post important
nspcritterstuck
onetwothreemany

FEMA is doing an emergency alert test on all TVs, radios, and cell phones on October 4, 2023, at approximately 2:20pm ET.

If you live in the US and you have a phone you need to keep secret for any reason, make sure that it is turned off at this time.

Yes, I'm doing this months in advance, and yes, my blog has very little reach, but I figure better to post about it more than less.

Please reblog and add better tags than mine, I'm bad at tags.

USA important fema alert phone alert
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fanfic-obsessed

WIP Tage Game

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

Thank you so much @starwalkertales

Here is the last line of my latest AU idea:

it is either Bail brings Leia to the Imperial Senate or Leia brings Leia to the Imperial Senate


Now To tag: @bitter-chocolate-stars @somestorythoughts @sapphicsylvari @sterekshelter @damnfancyscotch @miamiweisz @ahorrorstorycircle @batwynn @catchymemes @dailymalec @enemyofrome @fuckyeahasexual @goodomensblog @haletostilinski @imaginebucky @just-two-married-celestials @klinger @life-of-an-asexual

batwynn

Thanks for the tag! I’m reblogging because tumblr won’t let me make posts again.


Last line of a WIP:

I used to believe in justice, in my comic books and movies. If not law, then the justice of eye for an eye. Punishment be damned, my teeth were sharp on what was fair.

writing wips anyone can join I always feel guilty for tagging lol

So, uh, a month or so ago I won a mini grant for my photography. It was really unexpected, but I was and am so happy to have won and it was nice to see the notes from the judges who appreciated my work. Part of the plan for the grant is to have a showing sometime between now and next year-ish which means I have to do something I’m really bad at.

Choosing things that other people like vs what I think is cool. 🥲

It’s especially hard when I can’t really judge it on online reactions to my photos because my photo Instagram is dead af and the only photos of mine that ‘do well’ here on my side blog are abandoned places aesthetics. 💀

Soooo, would you folks be ok with doing a mini judge panel for me at some point? I’ll do it with the poll options so it will be anonymous, but it would require you looking at photos rather than art. It will also be tagged appropriately so you can avoid them if you’d like. Does this sound ok, or would you prefer I don’t?

Yay or nay?

Yeah sure go for it

Nah I don’t want

Maybe it depends on my mood

Gremlin mode/see votes

photography stuff just for followers sorry to ask I just uh my idea of what is good is not the public opinion lol I like weird stuff or I’m like: oh wow I did so well on this art and then someone points out the eyes are too far apart and I DID NOT SEE THAT anyway please let me know it’s ok if you’re not interested that’s totally valid blocklist tag will be: Batwynn’s photos

I have the urge to write again.

The editor doubter is loud in my ear.

A heavy touch ripping away commas, words, and thoughts.

It’s been years of her

snapping up my words.

She wants stand up straight

and spell it correctly.

No made up words.

No sentences that start with. And

I was slow to learn.

Letters and numbers mixed up and bumbling over ahead several words ahead.

I was told I couldn’t write.

Don’t even try.

Don’t do it that way.

Do not do it this way.

He said, she shouts, they whisper.

Be more creative, more descriptive.

Write what you know.

I know I moved on, I let the editor doubter go.

Looked past the carefully chosen words from the thesaurus to describe:

Stupid.

Foolish.

And there she is again.

10th grade English class, standing taller than me. Dark hair. Angry. Telling me to stop,

telling me I’m doing it wrong

so don’t do it at all.

I want to write again.

The urge is biting at my fingers faster than she can erase my words.

i dont care if it’s bad

I want to write again.

writing poetry personal uh I don’t know how to tag for teacher related trauma hah tw: abuse I guess just in case I went through a lot of abuse in school from day one so yeah I’m a little fucked up about it more so because I got past it and wrote and loved it so much and then I suddenly couldn’t write anymore for years now and the doubt and shit is so much harder this time because for a moment I had it I had won against their BULLSHIT I was SO happy I loved writing so much and I don’t know where it went but the urge is there the want is there I want to write again shit wait tw: ableism tw: abislistic slur even when they tried to say it ‘nicely’

In other news the Spiderverse movie has me going feral for more Hobie Brown and Pavitr Prabhakar but… not enough to try to deal with the godawful mess that is mainstream comics.

personal batwynn talks listen I used to read marvel and dc pretty regularly as a kid and then it was one multiverse spin off different universe reboot after another nothing made sense Spider-Man’s uncle died 50000 fucking times with a new artist and a colorist who likes lens flares Batman fuckin batmaned I don’t know what even happened but nothing is linear but if you pick up a book right now Batman will reference something that happened in universe 69 with a version of cat woman who DIED and they have a childe like I don’t know what the fuck people just decided it’s all canon all the time zombie Batman just fuck OFF anyway I’d love to read more of the other spider mans but… honestly the hell did y’all do to comics and why make your little au but don’t reference it 40 years later like we’re supposed to fucking know who Batgoat is
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batwynn

This actively happened in my lifetime, and I’m in my 30s. A lot of us experienced it in real time and no one stopped it. No one helped us.

When I was 16 we would hang out outside and inside the library. We ranged from a group of 20 to a group of 3-4 people on any given day, because us 16 year olds also hung out with whatever other kid was around the area. (Mostly younger siblings and then their friends.) We never did anything wrong, never mind illegal. We were never loud in the library and were always polite to the staff. We sometimes got a little loud outside on the street when there was some contest thing going on, but not very often. We mostly hung out and talked about stuff going on in our lives.

Then one day someone called the cops on us.

And the cops showed up all ready angry, then started yelling at us for doing nothing. They couldn’t even come up with a real reason to be there yelling at us, other than to demand to know if we were a ‘gang’. When one of my friends started crying, I turned to tell her that it would be ok. The cop grabbed me, screamed at me to not look away when he was talking to me, then demand I get in the cop car and go down to the station. It took almost an hour for my mother to find out where I was because I didn’t have a cellphone at the time and the cops had just fucking kidnapped me. For comforting a friend while they screamed at us. And you know what happened?

We never hung out like that again. None of us. We all got banned from the library for a year. Again, all of this for literally no reason. They told us we were ‘misbehaving’ for simply hanging around outside being kids. And then we had no where to go. Some of those kids were forced back into their abusive homes. I literally never saw half of them again. Ever. And I lived in that town for several years after that.

So, yeah. They just started kicking us out from the outside years ago and not a single adult or group of adults gave a shit.