My fiance has had some financial struggles as of late and needs some help getting back on the wagon, so to speak. To make a long story short, there are payments that are behind, the fridge died so all the food needs to be replaced, and anxiety is a bitch. A GoFundMe has been made to get her the help she needs so she can go back to living somewhat comfortably.

The GFM is here
Please help us share this around or donate if you can. We'd really appreciate it ;w;

If there is a messenger service that NOT LISTED HERE, do NOT send me an unsolicited dm on that service. Just because my u/n is the same practically everywhere is not a free pass.

For real, if you are not my partner, my friend, or an artist I'm working with. Just don't bother. I will simply delete your message and block you if you keep messaging me.

I'm glad that you like my characters, the art I've gotten, or my writing, but that is not a free pass to just DM me. That's what comments are for.

I don't like having to be a bitch, but there will be consequences if this behaviour keeps up.

That's it. I'm done. DO NOT SEND ME UNSOLICITED DMS

Hey everyone, my partner will be moving to Canada at the end of May, and we've got a GoFundMe up to get this to go as smoothly as possible.

We've been working hard to save up the money needed, but we need some extra help.

The gist of the situation is that my partner's living situation as become untenable, and they'd rather be living in Canada than anywhere else. It will improve their mental health massively if they aren't stressed out constantly.

The link to the GoFundMe is here: https://gofund.me/5d4fded9

Twitter shareable: https://twitter.com/scarletbrookie/.....57697155780608

If GFM isn't your thing, please, DM on Twitter, or note me here. Even a share of the GFM will be massively appreciated.

Thank you

Hey everyone, I've had to make a GoFundMe to get my partner here to Canada. To say it's urgent is an understatement and we could really use the help.

We would supremely appreciate any help we can get ;w;

Here's the link if you can spare anything

Much love and many thanks

As I'm coming home tonight, some dude gets on the bus, sits a few seats behind me, and proceeds to open 3 of 6 windows in the rear of the bus. The bus driver asks him to close all but one of them, quite nicely I might add. It's +8c overnight compared to the +25c we got during the day, so yeah, it is comparably colder. He takes offense and responds with "I paid my fare, I can have the windows open if I want!" Like buddy, it doesn't matter if you paid your fare or not, do what the driver tells you, or get the fuck off (or be removed from) the bus! You are not doing the bus driver a favour by being on the bus, they are doing you a favour bringing you from point A to point B.

It's not hard to *not* be an asshole to service workers, especially if they're ferrying your ass around the city at late night hours.

Please tell me I'm not the only person that thinks public service workers should be treated with some respect.

Today, January 23, 2022, marks the first day I could look in a mirror and not hate what I saw looking back at me.

I've been out for 4 years as of January 18, and today was the first day I could actually call myself a woman.

I don't think I've cried tears of joy like that since I was 10, so this tells me today was a long time coming.

My partner has been so supportive since day 1, and I don't think I'd be anywhere near my current progress in my transition without them. ;w;

So, a few journals ago, I posted how I had officially started my medical transition, 4 years after I came out.

I've felt happier in my body since then, like, I've stopped caring so much about how chubby I am? My weight was a big issue through my teen years, and I did everything I could to keep it at 135-150lbs, and even in my early adult (18-22) years once I had started to gain weight.

It had been a sore point since 2008, especially after my grade 5 phys ed teacher singled me out for just being fat, despite the fact I was still fairly active. My mom near that year end went blazing into his office and tore him a new one for unfairly singling out someone that was trying their best, despite everything going on. For the remaining years in Tofield, AB, my siblings and I were never put in his class. But that didn't stop the weight teasing until grade 8. I went to HMCS Ontario on a cadet basic training camp and shot up from like, 5'4 to 5'9, where I stand today. Of course, I've added 70lbs since then, but I've never been happier with my body.

I don't have a major work out routine, and I have my phone step counter set to a minimum of 7000 steps/1hr of exercise everyday.

If you're struggling with something like that, it's okay to take it slow. Progress is still progress, no matter how small :>

I don't think any of my family actually believes I'm moving to Vancouver and not coming back. They don't understand that the sect of our family that is my mom, step-mom, younger brother and sister is downright toxic. And I'm probably not any better, but I'm doing my god damn best to break the cycle of dysfunction, and that means leaving my family, and the city I've grown up in, forever.

My mom doesn't understand that I'm holding off on my class 5 (Interim Drivers License in Alberta, Canada) because I know she won't pay for insurance or gas for the better part of a year because the owner of the bar that she has her karaoke in doesn't pay her for like, 6 months. They all think that I'm still going to "come home" for holidays like Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. But I'm not. And I will not subject my partner to the toxicity that is my family more than they already have over Discord.

And this is forgetting the fact that my mom owes me $5000+ CAD after I found out she stole it from my college fund in 2015. I am going no contact with all of my immediate family until I am paid back, which will be probably never.

My family has been far too reliant on me for the last 5 years, and I'm at my limit. I'm out. By April 2022, I will be living with my partner in Vancouver, surrounded by good friends and a beautiful city.


"Tell my mother[s], tell my father[s], that sometimes goodbye is a second chance."
-Second Chance, Shinedown, The Sound of Madness (2007)

Ya girl has officially/technically started HRT!!

The prescription for t-blockers has been sent to my local pharmacy, and I'm hoping my insurance covers most, if not all of the cost.

Update 10/22/21: my insurance covered like 80% W/o insurance it was gonna be $48.84CAD, with insurance it was $13.84

Hey guys,
I just updated both of Dragon!Brooke's references. Please take a look!

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I was thinking earlier last night (this morning?) about how when I was in school I struggled in class when I was younger. Well, I guess it wasn't so much as struggled, as much as, didn't give 2 shits about whatever it was. If I wasn't interested, I shut down for the most part, still paying enough attention to answer in case a teacher puts me on the spot.

However, as I went into Academic Upgrading back in 2017, I found myself struggling a lot, even though they were the same classes I took in High School, for the most part. It wasn't like my provinces HS curriculum had changed any, it was only 2.5yrs since I dropped out. That's right your girl is a high school dropout

I found lessons hard to follow, had trouble tuning in, so to speak, and couldn't keep up at the best of times, to the point of trying again the very next semester, and found my stride and really went off, getting A's in just about everything, even with assignments I had bullshit.

I like learning new things, and I like learning in general, but school, in general, was a struggle, even when you discount my dysgraphia though that sure as hell didn't help any.

I'm gonna try to get a test done before I move to BC, though it might be better to just wait, but I don't want to wait, and potentially get fired in the process and get left in the dust.

I don't know if it's ADHD or something else, but whatever it is, I need to get it checked out

To make a long story short, over the past 10 years, my step-mother has not exactly been kind to us. She literally would butt heads with teenagers and an autistic person, as a then 40, now 50, year old woman, and all the while, try to preach the word of God. It has been an uphill battle between my mom and stepmom about the treatment of since she moved to Canada in October 2011. Since day fucking 1, she butt heads with my sister, then me, and finally, my brother. I understand cultures between South Africa and Canada are different and all, but, when the literal mother of your stepchildren says you're fucking up, you're fucking up. It wasn't very frequent at first, because when we lived in the middle of Buttfuck Nowhere, Alberta, the 3 of us were enrolled in so many extra curriculars, Like the Canadian Scouts, the Girl Guides of Canada, the Royal Canadian Sea Cadets, dance programs. You name it, we probably did it all except for sports, because it's small town Alberta, what else are we gonna do?

Now, as we approach June 2012, we move back to Alberta's capital city after 4 years and a bit. Now it's no secret shit's expensive in cities, so we didn't re-enroll in our extracurriculars, so that meant we were spending a lot more time at home than we used to, and my stepmom started to butt heads with my sister about various things. When my sister finally had enough, she peaced out, leaving my brother and I, and I was the next target. A mentally ill, still very much questioning her gender and sexuality, 15/16 year old.

Now, let me get it out of the way first, when she zeroed in on me, I was shoplifting at the time. I was 16, and we were fucking broke, like, damn near unable to pay our rent broke, so I was giving my lunches to my younger brother, and filling the gap by taking small items from places like Dollarama, Shoppers Drug Mart, and Walmart. Of course, I was caught and arrested twice. I learned my lesson and never did it again, but from late 2013 to early 2015, she treated me like I was gonna steal something from her! By then, mom had already started to put her foot down, and she was repeatedly told to stop treating us like that. Remember, she had been living with us for 2.5 years at that point. Her treatment of me was horrid, but that was nothing to what she was about to do.

Once I was able to find a steady job, I was home way less often, which meant she had one target left to abuse, my younger brother. My brother, as mentioned above, is autistic. And it seems like my stepmom just loves to push his buttons in anyway possible. After more attempts to get my stepmom to stop her garbage treatment of us, and especially the one with special needs, my mom blows up again, though it's not the first time either, and when she gets like that, she doesn't stop yelling until she feels her point has gotten across. But there's no need to take your anger out on us. Doesn't matter if it's words, or adults. Sort the problem out with the person you're having the disagreement with.

Now, I'm moving out of province mid next year for greener pastures, and my mom says to me as we wait for the bus home, "You know I won't survive without you," which sealed her fate. Tonight, I'm talking with my partner, as we've done almost everyday for 3 years. She was already pretty pissy with my stepmom about nothing else about her treatment of my little brother. Dinner was ready, and I said I'd get it when I'm ready. She doesn't even wait 10 minutes before literally screaming my name down the hallway. I'd acknowledged her before then, telling I'd get my dinner later, and then she gets on my case about it'll go cold. I work fucking 2nd shift, having to nuke food doesn't bug me, even if I'm home. I want to finish talking with my partner before they go to bed. No no, that won't fucking do. I'm not working, so I can eat now. So she rides my ass about it.

M-Mom B-Brookie
M: "Your food is now sitting there, on the counter, soggy from grease!"
B: "Okay? I said I'd get it when I had a minute."
M: "You said that 10 minutes ago!"
B: "Yeah! Excuse me for wanting to talk with my partner that I haven't seen in 2 fucking years! I thought that you of all people would understand! Don't get pissy with me because you're pissy with your wife!"
M: "While we were at Grandma's I still took the 5 seconds to get the dinner she made for me. So you can get off your ass off your computer to do the same."
B: "Excuse me for not wanting to eat dinner in my partner's ear! It would've gotten cold anyway, regardless if it sat on the counter or on my desk!"

Now I'm not saying I'm ungrateful for my mom making dinner for me tonight, I do honestly appreciate it. But I swear to god, since turning 18, my mother has gotten more and more and more narcissistic, and with each passing year, less and less remorseful about it.

I need to leave this house, this city, this province. I'm done with everything about it. I need to do this for my own mental and physical health.

"Tell my mother, tell my father/That sometimes goodbye is a second chance" -Second Chance by Shinedown