pleeease signal boost this - i am so scared

dragracists:

dragracists:

i know that i haven’t made a personal post in a while, but i’m desperate and out of options. i am very scared.

there’s a person in my home that, two days ago, kept threatening me with violence. i’m 5′2 and he’s … much bigger and taller. he almost threw glass at me, at one point he pulled out a weapon on me because i took my mom’s room (that she offered) and he threatened to pay someone to beat me up

i can’t do this anymore. before i had the option of a gofundme or a youcaring or sharing my cash.me link i had a whole suicide note drawn up, but something in me told me to do this so i’m going for it and i really hope it works out because otherwise, i have no other options and i CANNOT do it for much longer.

 i’ve been locked in my room for days. i only leave to drink water or go to the bathroom. i don’t even eat because he occupies the living room and i’d have to pass him to get to the kitchen, which is what pissed him off enough to send him on a rant threatening to end my life. nobody in my family likes the cops (for obvious reasons) and i need my laptop as that’s really one of the few material posessions i have and need for school.

my last meal was yesterday because my sister bought me food, but idk when i can be able to eat again and i’m scared because i  haven’t been downstairs eating regularly since may and i’ve lost probably 20+ pounds

i need $900. I have $95. So, a little over 10% of the way there, but still not enough. i’d hope to get it by the end of this month, but as soon as possible. $900 would go towards the deposit and rent of an apartment i’d share with 2 friends, plus any other utility or moving costs. my scholarship and my job that starts August 6th will pay off the rest in august but i have to leave asap because i can’t do this much longer. 

i hate tying my identity to this blog.

my cash.me link is cash.me/$yss1rhc 

i have a youcaring link (takes paypal) and a gofundme link (takes 5% of all donations) that, if you ask for, i can pm to you to donate (because it does contain personal information, please only ask for it if you know you’re going to donate and you can’t pay with a card (i understand.) 

otherwise, i’m content with the cash.me

if you can’t donate, please, i’m begging you to reblog because i don’t know what to do anymore. usually i draw and offer commissions but my mental health is completely shot and i can’t… do anything.

if you donate, i do believe in positive energy and i’ll find a way to pay it back + pay it forward because it warms me how much people have helped me so far.

i wouldn’t do this if i didn’t think it was absolutely necessary. my heart is breaking at the fact that i would ever have to do this. 

i would rather sleep on a floor with boxes in an empty room than sleep in the same house as a person who’d rather risk throwing his life and son away because he hates me that much.  thank you so much.

thank you so much for helping me you guys, i’m honestly starting to cry because i didn’t think i’d get so much help so soon. I’ve already gotten $45 within an hour. Oh my gooood thank you sooo much.

i also tried to tag it appropriately so hopefully i didn’t miss anything. thank you again. 

silver-cats:

I was watching the news yesterday (the Kabul attacks) and they showed this Afghan man who was literally naked (literally literally by the way I’m not exaggerating only his raised knee was covering his genitals) bleeding from the head on a hospital bed, there was photos of burnt looking faces drenched in blood, of combusted shoes (from the force of the blast), of legless men on hospital bed etc… and you know compare this with the way the Manchester attack have been show to us and now it should beyond undeniable that there is a way white/European deaths are shown to us and non white/non European deaths are shown to us. The Manchester attacks the only thing I really remember reported is that smiling photo of that 8 years old girl who died taken pre-attack and the story of that homeless man who took nails/shrapnel out of a persons face after the blast. I don’t remember seeing that girls corpse, that homeless man taking out the nails or even that persons face after the nails have been taken out their face. I remember also seeing tributes for all these dead people, being told their names, their age, I remember our media choosing a much more respectable humanising way to talk about the victims basically. But Afghanistan? And for that matter non white/non European deaths AS A WHOLE? Our bodies are plastered all over the news in the most gruesome graphic ways possible to the point that others have now become desensitised to our deaths and suffering, now it’s basically the NORM for people to hear about the violence in our countries and/or hear about us/ see us dying. You are not presented our non white non European pain in a ‘look what these people have lost’ way (which was the case for Manchester as we were shown pre attack photos of the victims, heard stories from relatives and friends, were not shown bloodied images only told most of the gruesome details etc…) in the case of non white non Europeans deaths our deaths are pretty much presented from a ‘YET another attack’ angle and in the case of Afghanistan (since that’s what I saw on the news yesterday) this was confirmed to me by all the HD Afghan blood I saw yesterday. After seeing so much of that non white, non European Afghan blood we’ve pretty much lost touch with afghans and now only see Afghan death as ‘the usual’. Now dead Afghans have just become another ‘statistic’ for us to look at. And to be frank after seeing the way their deaths were depicted yesterday I would go even as far as saying they’ve become downright tragedy porn for us to gawk at. Our non white non European bodies thanks to our media I truly believe are no longer human to most of us as a society. Again I am only talking about Afghanistan here because that’s what the reporting I saw yesterday was about but the real issue here is white supremacy and how non white non Europeans deaths AS A WHOLE are presented to us.

I’m just making this post because I urge you these past few days as people report on the London/Manchester attacks and Kabul attacks to CRITICALLY look at the way both are going to be presented to us. This isn’t about pitting those attacks against one another, I am simply asking you to notice the lack of respect with which non European/non white deaths are being presented to us. Someone on here once said they don’t remember seeing a bloody white/European body on the news only non white non Europeans and honestly after looking at the news yesterday and the photo of that naked bloody Afghan man on a makeshift hospital bed more than ever do I agree with them. Our media nor cares nor respects us non whites non Europeans. Even in death. Call it out. Please. We also deserve humanity and respect.

HELP ME PAY FOR MY MEDS AND RENT

angelicdeancas:

Hello. Six months ago I asked you to help me because my parents kicked me out after they found out I’ve fallen in love with a girl. I was working in their place and I lost that job too.

My boyfriend at that moment told everyone I know about this and spread some lies. He took my dog and a lot of my stuff. He stalked me. He found my tumblr as well and I had to make a new account.

I live in my friend house but it was really small so I slept on the floor in the pantry for the last five months.

Now I live in a tiny tiny room and have half time job as a waitress. 

Two months ago I finally went to psychiatrist and I was diagnosed with severe depression and obsessive-compulsive disorder. It was a lot to finally have someone to talk to about everything.
The problem is that I don’t have the money for all of these meds she prescripted me. I already take asthma medications for couple of years and others for my sensitive stomach. The meds from psychiatrist are quite expensive because I had to choose private payd visit instead of free because they told me I had to wait four months for it. And I can’t wait that long. I have suicide thoughts and I’m afraid what I could do. And I’m still waiting for the therapy.

These are my meds now

And the proof of how much they cost

I can’t really afford for all of them right now. And I really need to use them because I already feel a little better and I don’t want to be depressed anymore.

And I don’t really have money for even food. I mostly eat only twice a day.

I hope this is enough proof for people who are attacking me saying that I’m lying.

I’m from Poland and here if you go to the private doctor you need to pay 100% for the meds even with the insurance. And the rest of them is still expensive even with 10 or 30% being cheaper.

Also we don’t have any coupons for meds and any apps. You have that in America, that’s great. But we don’t.

And this month my doctor added some new meds for my asthma (i had spirometry test and it came out pretty bad) and because of that right now I don’t have anough money to pay my rent.

I talked with my landorld who is a sweet older lady and she is so wonderful that she let me be a little late with my rent. So I have time to the end of the month.

I’ve made new posts and least five times because every time the post hits 1k notes people are starting to ignore it, thinking I already have thousand of dollars. Well I don’t, because people are just mostly reblogging it.

I know some people are annoyed by my friend asking everyone to reblog my post. She only wants to help me, because we know each other from childhood and now she is far away from me and can’t really help me. Please don’t be mean to her. She is an angel.
And you are also annoying with me (if the messages about me just killing myself because i’m dirty lazy fagot tells anything) but please bear with me for few more days. I’m trying, I really am but it’s hard when you are all alone.

So if you could spare few dollars please send them via paypal

My email:  anne.du@mail.com

You can choose any currency you want. Thank you for any help! And please reblog this post. 

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UPTADE: SUNDAY 28TH I STILL NEED HELP, PLEASE REBLOG. I STILL NEED AT LEAST 180$. I HAVE TWO DAYS LEFT TO PAY MY RENT!!

My Parents are Dead and My Sister is Disabled

lgbtprolife:

kanalashesa:

congalineofdurin:

cockismybusiness:

team—wolverine:

therealbarbielifts:

eisforedna:

On May 28th, my sister, Edna, turned 31.

 

Her mental age is about three years old. She loves Winnie the Pooh, Beauty & the Beast, and Sesame Street. Even though the below picture is unconvincing. 

Edna and “Cookie.” I think she was trying to play it cool. 

My name is Jeanie. I’m Edna’s younger sister. I’m also her guardian and caregiver. 

That’s me on the left. (Hey, you never know. After a year of writing a blog about online dating - Jeanie Does the Internet - I’ve come to learn that there are A LOT of fools on the internet.) 

ANYWAY, I’m not “doing the internet” anymore. I’m taking care of Edna full-time, after completing my MFA in Writing for Screen & Television at USC.

May 16, 2014. I wanted a picture. Edna wanted breakfast.

In case you’re wondering where our parents are, they’re dead. Our mom died of breast cancer when she was just 33. 

Us with mom before she died. (Obviously.)

As for our dad, he peaced-out around the time my mom got sick. His loss - we’re awesome. 

Here we are being awesome at the beach. Pushing a wheelchair in the sand? Not so awesome. 

In case you’re wondering “What’s wrong?” with my sister - as a stranger once asked me on the street  -  NOTHING. Yes, Edna has a rare form of epilepsy - Lennox-Gastaut syndrome - but I don’t know if that’s anymore “wrong” than people who don’t have manners. 

Basically, Edna was born “normal,” and started having seizures as a baby. They eventually got so bad that they cut off the oxygen to her brain, causing her to be mentally disabled. Or impaired. Or intellectually disabled. Or whatever you want to call it - except “retarded,” because in 2010, President Obama signed Rosa’s Law into effect, replacing that word with “intellectually impaired.” 

Which is cool and all, but services for the disabled and the people who care for them are SEVERELY LACKING. Also, there’s a bunch of people working in taxpayer-funded positions who are supposed to help families like us, but don’t. (Big surprise, I know.) They just fill out paperwork (whenever they feel like it) with asinine statements like this: 

YUP. I transport my sister down the stairs in her wheelchair, because that is not only safe, but TOTALLY PRACTICAL. Why doesn’t everyone in a wheelchair just take the stairs, for God’s sake? Stop being so lazy, PEOPLE WITHOUT WORKING LEGS! 

But, as it says above, Edna’s legs do work. Whether or not she wants them to, is another story. 

Edna refusing to go inside. 

These are the stairs that I have to carry her up - by myself - on a daily basis. That is, until one of my legs break and both of us are just sitting at the bottom of the stairs, helpless. 

For six months, I have begged - BEGGED - the State of California to help my sister, which they are required by law - The Lanterman Act specifically - to do so. But they’ve told me “these things take time” and that I “need to amend my expectations.” (That was said to me when I refused to place Edna at AN ALL-MALE CARE FACILITY. Because yes, that was an “option” that was offered to me.) 

Prior to Edna moving in with me in my one-bedroom apartment, she was living with her amazing caregiver, Gaby, back in Tucson, where we went to high school and I did my undergrad. Edna’s reppin’ the Wildcats below. 

But back in November, Gaby also died from breast cancer. (FUCK YOU, BREAST CANCER!) This picture was taken a month before she died. She never even told me she was sick because she didn’t want me to worry. 

By the way, we were raised by our grandma. Edna and her were very close.

She’s dead, too. Surprise.

She died when I was 20 and Edna was 21. That’s when I became Edna’s legal guardian and Gaby stepped into the picture to help me out with Edna. 

So, six months ago, after Gaby died, I moved Edna to California, where I tried to get the folks over at The Frank D. Lanterman Regional Center to help me. I’ve told them I’m worried about our safety - that one of us could get hurt on the stairs -  I’ve told them I can’t afford to pay the private babysitters $15/hour because the ones social services sent me who make $9/hour were unreliable (they didn’t show up on time or at all so I could get to school and work), untrustworthy (one of them let Edna go to the bathroom in the kitchen and then took her into the bathroom because “that what I thought I was supposed to do.”) 

But the people over at the FLRC don’t return my calls, they don’t file the paperwork on time - and the first caseworker that was assigned to us actually LAUGHED AT my sister when he came to our home to evaluate her. When I reported him to his supervisor, she told me, “That’s just [insert name of said jackass].” 

He was one of the two caseworkers that contributed to the report I mentioned above, which also included this: 

So let me get this straight - I have to feed, bathe, dress and help Edna in the bathroom and you can’t deduce whether or not she is able to vote? What in the fuck?!

Now I realize I seem angry. And you can bet your balls I am. I’m also sad. Sad for those who don’t have family to stick up from them and who waste away God knows where, monitored by no one. Or monitored by people who physically and sexually assault them. 

I’m also sad for the caregivers who are SO EXHAUSTED - trying to take care of their loved ones - while also trying to take care of themselves and battling a system that is supposed to help, but does nothing of the sort. And I know a lot of people give up. They let their dreams, their marriages, their friendships slide. All while trying not to resent the very person you’re doing it all for.

Edna wanted to sit next to me the other day while I was writing. Clearly, she’s not impressed. 

Here’s the thing: I REFUSE TO GIVE UP. I’M NOT GIVING UP ON HER OR MYSELF. I’m going to pursue my dreams while taking care of her, AND while ensuring that the people paid to do their jobs ACTUALLY do them.

That’s where you come in. I need you to help me get my story out there. Because I know I’m not alone in this. I want to connect with families who are in similar situations and also show people who have no idea what it’s like to care for someone with a disability (or even a loved one who is sick) that it can be rewarding. Super fucking hard. Exhausting. Painful. Isolating. But, rewarding. 

I’m going to get help for my sister - and others. My hope is that by sharing our story, I can bring awareness to the lack of services and help for the disabled. 

Thank you, 

Jeanie 

Facebook:  facebook.com/eisforedna

Twitter: @EisforEdna 

This made me cry

SIGNAL BOOST

STOP SCROLLING. THIS PERSON ISN’T ASKING FOR MONEY AND THIS POST WON’T MAKE YOU SAD.

This is a really uplifting and inspirational story of a family sticking by each other and making things work despite a whole lot of shit

They just want to find other people in the same position they are, for a sense of community and to feel like they aren’t alone.

I know out of all of you, some of you have followers who are living with and taking care of intellectually or emotionally disabled family members, and this lovely and unbreakable pair of sisters need to find them.

SIGNAL BOOOOOOOOOST

Repost! This story needs told!

Disabled lives matter. Sooo much. 

justsomeantifas:

Hey so remember those lawyers we all saw at the airports when Trump’s travel ban first came down? The ones that were working there for free to help represent the people being detained? Well one of the first non-profit groups that came down to the airport is in trouble. The Northwest Immigrant Rights Project (NWIRP) has been issued a “cease and desist” letter by Jeff Sessions’ Department of Justice. 

The DOJ is threatening disciplinary action if this non-profit continues to help immigrants, refugees, and asylum seekers. Some background information: One has NO right to counsel in immigration proceedings. That means you can be removed from your home, jailed, deported, etc. without ever seeing a lawyer. It’s 100% legal and totally common, so these lawyers work for free to ensure millions get the representation they deserve. The NWIRP represents children and refugees in immigration and asylum proceedings for free and they are one of thousands around the country. 

Here’s an explanation to why the DOJ is issuing this cease and desist:

“The accusation is that because NWIRP provides advice and assistance to people in immigration proceedings without committing to full representation, it is violating the rules.

It’s a Kafkaesque system: The government won’t provide immigrant defendants with legal representation, and they are allowed to get help for free only if they find a lawyer who will commit up-front to a case that will stretch on for years. Otherwise, they’re not allowed to have any help at all, are required to submit complex legal documents with no assistance, and lawyers who try to help them will be sanctioned.

Precisely because this would be a cruel and absurd result, NWIRP and its peers around the country have had longstanding agreements with immigration officials that permit them to run asylum-assistance programs without committing to permanent representation. Attacking them now is a shockingly cynical move, akin to sanctioning an emergency-room doctor for sewing up a bleeding patient without first promising to be their doctor for life.

 NWIRP doesn’t know why it was singled out. But we do know that NWIRP has been at the forefront of resisting Trump’s travel ban. Its staff and volunteer lawyers were at SeaTac airport immediately after the White House launched the first Muslim ban, and in March it sued to block the second Muslim ban.

And NWIRP isn’t alone; its nonprofit counterparts did the same at airports around the country, leveraging law-school clinics and large-firm lawyers working pro bono. The DoJ’s suspiciously timed cease and desist letter sends a chilling message to exactly these groups, and to volunteer attorneys. This attack by the government on a legal services-provider for immigrants could dissuade law firms from letting their lawyers volunteer for these cases, scaring those firms away by convincing them that immigration-related projects are too risky pro-bono projects.”

The NWIRP has successfully been granted a restraining order, so right now they are still able to help immigrants who need legal advice but their work is at risk. They are now filing a lawsuit to defend itself from the move, the move that will set precedent to other non-profits who do similar work.   

If you would like to support them you can join them as a volunteer or donate. 

You can also follow regular updates on what they’re doing and the case against the DOJ on their Facebook and Twitter.  

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Pray for Marawi, Philippines

josh-christian:

As I write this post, Marawi City in the Philippines is being besieged, burned, and taken over by ISIS factions.

Colleges are being burned
Firetrucks have been overtaken
Hospital staff are hostages
Women are being taken
Soldiers are being shot at
Some have already been critically injured
Exits are being blocked

(ATM. WE ARE NOT OKAY HERE!! Let’s be true and not fool the media about what’s happening atm to our place. There are things burning in the town and we’re not hearing any Fire truck sirens or what. And now lights are out and were hearing gunshots again. May God be with us through this hardships.)

(updates from our friend in marawi…

the city jail was burned
Dansalan College was burned
The church near Barangay Paypay was burned
isis is all over marawi
there’s a brownout right now
took over the fire station in Rizal)

brbimstudying:

idk if yall remember but i asked if yall want me to start this lil series a long time ago but i’ve finally gotten onto it!! u’d be surprised to find out how many of this can save u lots of $$ too and i still have a lot of posts to come so look out for them ٩◔‿◔۶

• get urself a water bottle
• i was shocked to find out sm people don’t have bottles of their own??
• reduces waste   
• save $$ by never buying plastic bottles bc u can just refill it
• also get urself a tumbler
• so u can use ur own at cafes and starbucks
• such a good investment u buy a $10 cup && save 10₵ everytime
• if u drink 4 coffees a week that’s $20 saved a year
• take the public transport / bike / walk
• esp if u have time after school and when ur not in a rush
• extremely therapeutic and is a great stress relief
• u can rent bikes now which is rly cool
• draw ur curtains
• apparently 10% of energy can be saved on heating when u let sunlight in
• saving money too how cool
• turn ur thermostat down by 1°C
• or up if u use air conditioning
• apparently u can save up to $60 a year
• or just turn it down by 5 degrees and hibernate in ur hoodie + a thick ass blanket bc it’s rly comfy and u should try it
• shop w reusable shopping bags
• or just bring a huge bag u can dump stuff into
• some places deduct a few cents if u don’t use plastic bags isn’t that gr10
• reuse plastic bags
• don’t throw them out bros
• u can line ur bins w them
• if u need a change of clothes throw them in a plastic bag before u throw it in ur bag
• after u gym or smt throw ur sweaty clothes in a plastic bag so it doesn’t stench up ur bag
• and check if the plastic bags are recyclable before u recycle them!!
• buy refills instead of new pens
• let’s be real ur gonna buy the same pen
• so just get refills instead it’s sm cheaper + u get 10 in a box
• just google “(pen name) refill” it’s rly easy
• some shops sell refills at the counter u can go ask
• (@ sg and msia fam,, popular bookshop does)
• STOP BUYING NEW PENCILS
• literally just get ONE mechanical pencil
• and get urself some pencil lead
• idk why every back to school haul has like 5 pencils
• yo pencil lead refill is a thing my brothers
• and a box costs less than a pencil and lasts for more than a year
• is this not a thing??
• eat meatless some days
• did u kno giving up beef will reduce ur carbon footprint more than if u give up ur car
• but lol still gotta live that cheeseburger and kbbq life from time to time
• so just cut out the meat like 1 or 2 days a week
• and no mutton and beef and pork and turkey if u can help it
• save and recycle paper pls !!11!1
• use both sides!
• recycle don’t trash!
• buy recycled paper and notebooks!

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that is all kiddos if u have more ways to save the earth pls inbox me here!! and check out my other study tips too:

on types of learners // my top tips // on exam prep // on sleep // on e-devices // on chinese resources // on notes

agileo-101:

Interesting find at garage sale- Pat’s letter teddy bear

O.k so while i was at my part time, this church from across our apartment was having a yard sale, my sister tells me she found a cute teddy bear and has gotten it for me, she paid 50 cents for it. Little did we knew that this little teddy bear hold a incredible secrets.

The teddy bear, or as I call him, Pappi, had writing all over him. At first we thought it was some scribble made by little kids, but the more we examined it closely it was an old writing wishing someone well. One thing we noticed is that the teddy bear was presented at 4/15/1944. Guys this teddy is like 73 years old.

There is so much thing that is unusual about Pappi, and here are couple of things we figured out so far.

-It was gifted to a girl name Patula, but everyone calls her Pat. And according to the letters she was a sweet and swell gal.

-All the letters where indicating that she was going away somewhere, one writer stated that they will soon meet at Tulsa.

-Pappi was signed by 25 different people, who really treasured Pat.

- Black inks turn brown over long period of time, so this is as legit as it can get.

-Pappi’s design is highly unusual for a teddy who is from 40′s. He has no sign indicating that he was manufactured. (Such as logo print, or a button with company name engraved to it) Not only that he was made with a cloth instead of being covered with fur like the rest of the teddy from that time period.

Here is an example of type of teddy bear that was common in that time frame, a popular one from the 1940 was the Steiff teddy bears.)

-There is a high indication that Pappi has been hand made by someone from scratch, likely with a sewing machine. Whoever made him ran out of materials and left his arm in a simple floppy design, again i shall mention, is a unusual design choice compare to a popular designs.

-We know for the fact that, Pat adored this bear and treasured it, keeping it such incredible condition for past 70 years.

-It’s possible that Pat is no longer with us.

-And my sister and I know for a fact that Pat’s family saw no value in it and decided to simply toss it at a yard sale.

It’s sad to see such wonderful thing to be thrown out like this, honestly this teddy bear belongs in a museum, not because how old or unusual it is but because of the love put in by the 25 different people and the owner who took such good care of it for seven decades.

But for now, I think this teddy deserves some cuddling.

Whelp, where ever you are Ms.Pat, I adore this really strange, mysterious and sentimental teddy, Pappi gets to see sunshine and travels with me now.

an incomplete list of the batshit insane things hermione’s done

tom-marvolo-dildo:

levitatingbiscuits:

-prioritized her education over her life

-instantly became ride or die with harry after the troll incedent

-set snape on fire

-brewed an illegal potion for two months in the girls’ bathroom

-turned into a furry

-immediate thought upon encountering a giant murdersnake was ‘better make sure the others find this page on my helpless petrified body bc god knows they won’t figure it out themselves’

-wanted to take finals after like a month in a magical coma

-traveled through time to get even more homework

-figured out lupin was a werewolf and didn’t tell anyone because he was a relatively competent teacher compared to magic ryan seacrest and literal voldemort

-essentially snatched trelawney’s weave gotdamn

-slugged draco malfoy, terrified him and his hulking buddies into running, went back in time to watch it again

-confronted a werewolf and his alleged mass murderer friend because, again, ride or die

-broke time travel laws in order to jailbreak azkaban escapee and his pet hippogriff

-dated an international sports star

-put up with all the vile shit rita skeeter wrote about her

-joined secret order dedicated to fighting voldemort

-put up with harry’s shit

-imprisoned a woman in a jar for months, blackmailed her into doing what she wanted

-formed and organized secret defense class, peer pressured harry into leading it

-permanently disfigured the girl who ratted them out. snitches get stitches.

-manipulated the shit out of umbridge

-basically left her to rot in the forbidden forest

-went to fight death eaters with like six of her mates despite her misgivings (RIDE. OR. DIE.)

-immediately agreed to destroy the dark lord’s soul with her buddies despite not having any idea how (RIDE! OR! DIE!)

-mind wiped her parents and made them go to australia to keep them safe

-essentially singlehandedly kept harry and ron alive and functional for the majority of the deathly hallows

-wore the locket while still managing not to be a shithead

-got the shit tortured out of her by bellatrix lestrange. didn’t go insane.

-fought in the battle of hogwarts. didn’t die.

-was unfailingly loyal and did everything she could to keep harry safe for seven years, even when he was quite frankly being a jackass

MAGICAL RYAN SEACREST IM

itcomesbetweenus:

yotoob:

imagine-otp:

duskenpath:

fanaticalqueergeek:

yotoob:

yotoob:

yotoob:

We’ve bought a new house. And our new next door neighbours (two delightful gentlemen) will not stop being nice. 

- bought us a seagull proof refuse bag (yes, they are actual things)

- loaned us garden tools when we didn’t have any

- invited us around for Friday night drinks so we could meet the other people on the lane

- one of them brought me a bunch of sweetpea flowers that he’d picked from his garden

- and tomorrow he’s coming to cut our hedge for us with his electric hedge trimmer thing idk, and all I have to do is hold the ladder.

Basically, I am UNSETTLED and am now having to enter into an arms race of niceness and I am already so behind oh god.

Long story short - I just baked a lemon drizzle cake, and it looks great but I can’t even eat it because MR AND MR NICE MUST RECEIVE AN OFFERING.

ABSOLUTE CRISIS I GAVE THEM THE LEMON DRIZZLE AND THEN THEY INVITED ME IN TO HAVE A SLICE AND A COFFEE WITH THEM AND GAVE ME A TOUR OF THEIR HOUSE AND LET ME HOLD THEIR PUPPY. AND THEN THEY CAME AROUND TO HELP ME BAG UP THE HEDGE CLIPPINGS. THESE MEN ARE NICENESS PROS AND I CANNOT WIN.

HELP WE HAD AN HOUR LONG POWER CUT ON THE STREET AND IN THAT TIME THE OTHER MR NICE CAME AROUND WITH MATCHES AND CANDLES ‘JUST IN CASE YOU DIDN’T HAVE ANY’. IT WAS BARELY DARK.

BASTARDS - I’M GOING TO HAVE TO HOST A DINNER PARTY AREN’T I?

The Gay Agenda, everyone. 

this is fucking i n c r e d i b l e

Imagine your otps

Just so everyone knows -

Mr and Mr Nice moved out around Christmas time 2016. (Further proof that 2016 was a cursed year)

We are still in touch and have been to visit them in their new house. They moved to gain some land, they have sheep aspirations for some reason. I love them.

We have new neighbours. I am currently engaged in a slow burn of niceness, which you can bet that I am going to crank up to the max when we move down permanently in June.

I WILL BE THE NICE ONE THIS TIME. PRE-EMPTIVE STRIKE. NO MERCY.

I feel like this might be how the cycle started in the first place

HELP ME PAY FOR MY MEDS

angelicdeancas:

Hello. Six months ago I asked you to help me because my parents kicked me out after they found out I’ve fallen in love with a girl. I was working in their place and I lost that job too.

My boyfriend at that moment told everyone I know about this and spread some lies. He took my dog and a lot of my stuff. He stalked me. He found my tumblr as well and I had to make a new account.

I live in my friend house but it was really small so I slept on the floor in the pantry for the last five months.

Now I live in a tiny tiny room and have half time job as a waitress.

Two months ago I finally went to psychiatrist and I was diagnosed with severe depression and obsessive-compulsive disorder. It was a lot to finally have someone to talk to about everything. But I don’t have the money for all of these meds. I already take asthma medications for couple of years and others for my sensitive stomach. The meds from psychiatrist are quite expensive because I had to choose private payd visit instead of free because they told I had to wait four months for it. And I can’t wait that long. I have suicide thoughts and I’m afraid what I could do. And I’m still waiting for the therapy.

These are my meds now

And the proof of how much they cost

This is withoud my asthma meds so I will add in next week because I’m going to my doctor. And it’s gonna be another 200zł. And I can’t really afford for all of them right now. I need at least 500zł (last time i said 500$ and it was my mistake, I’m sorry) each month.  And I really need to use them because I already feel a little better and I don’t want to be depressed anymore.

I hope this is enough proof for people who are attacking me saying that I’m lying.

I’m from Poland and here if you go to the private doctor you need to pay 100% for the meds even with the insurance. And the rest of them is still expensive even with 10 or 30% being cheaper.
Also we don’t have any coupons for meds and any apps. You have that in America, that’s great. But we don’t.

So if you could spare few dollars please send them via paypal

My email:  anne.du@mail.com

You can choose any currency you want. Thank you for any help! And please reblog this post.

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UPTADE: (1,180+ NOTES) I NEED TO BUY MY ASTHMA MEDS IN TUESDAY AND I STILL DON’T HAVE ENOUGH SO PLEASE REBLOG.

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batcii:

how did jk manage to write ootp and not come to the conclusion that the only career w any true meaning for harry james potter was as a goddamn professor at hogwarts like how do u write the da scenes and say “nah he’d want to be a wizard cop”

#just let him dress in warm sweaters and have tea with neville in the staff room and help first years #harry james potter as hogwarts longest serving defense against the dark arts teacher fucking fight me (@batcii)

#but it would be so perfect??? #bc it would help normalize his life so much #like there would just be this generation of kids who are like #‘ugh who cares that he killed the dark lord he gAVE US HOMEWORK OVER BREAK’ #like the beginning of every year there would be the new first years who would freak out a little #but then it would calm down #and most of the students would literally forget #until like clockwork the fifth years would have their history of magic class on the second war #and they’d all show up to DADA looking a little awestruck and everyone would be extra quiet #and harry would give this kind of annoyed sigh—except it’s fake bc he TOTALLY knew this was coming #bc binns is a bro and he totally gives him a heads up every year #and harry wouldn’t have any lesson plans for the day and instead he would just sit at the front of the room and answer everyone’s questions #but otherwise everyone would just be like ‘professor potter!! i can’t get my patronus to work! help me!’ #and like they’d go home at the end of the year or for break and their parents—who ARE still starstruck by harry james potter #would pester their kids with questions#and the kids would just be like ‘merlin i don’t know?? potter’s such a huge dork you should hear him talk about proper wand movements’ #but they would all love him #and he would feel safe and normal and utterly accepted #AND I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE (via @cinematicnomad)

Not to mention it would be an ultimate Fuck You to Voldemort, who put a curse on the teaching position in the first place.

Like, Jo, I don’t want to tell you how to do your job, but COME ON

I already queued this but also, you do this, but still have Ginny become a famous Quidditch player. Imagine the first time Harry gets called “Ginny’s husband” before “the boy who lived” or “the chosen one.” Imagine how fucking pleased he’d be.

Imagine the first time a student comes up to him looking starry-eyed and Harry’s thinking “Oh no” because he doesn’t want to talk about Voldemort or the war but instead this little eleven year old is like “ARE YOU REALLY MARRIED TO WEASLEY FROM THE HOLLYHEAD HARPIES???!?? WHAT’S SHE LIKE?” and he’s like “oh thank god” because he could talk about Ginny all day. 

Yes. Good.

he goes to events and the Harpies PR people keep giving him name tags that say “Harry Weasley” and at first it’s a running gag but then its just a thing