Hello kids, it’s with a heavy heart that I write about the fire that destroyed the Welnicke family’s home this week. One of the hockey fandom’s own (hockeytherapy) is asking for donations to help his family rebuild so that they can come home. His family’s fallen on hard times within the past six years, and this fire has just made everything a thousand times worse.

If you’re able to donate, please visit this page and make a donation to Cory Welnicke. Every dollar helps rebuild the Welnicke’s home and allows Cory’s younger sister to stay in college. Due to the family’s recent hardship, they’re finding it impossible to take care of basic needs while still being able to pay for Cory’s sister’s education. Even if you’re not able to donate, please share this post. Thanks guys, lets get Cory a home. 


It would mean the absolute world to me if you guys could either donate to my “GoFundMe” page, or just reblog the shit out of this post! All donations go to helping my boyfriend get one step closer to feeling comfortable in his own body. 


Any help is much appreciated!

The link to the Fund can also be found on my blog: QUEERCUTS


I am very grateful and excited out of my gourd to have the opportunity to study abroad in Spain this May via the Kentucky Institute for International Studies ( kiis.org ) and take an intensive 2-week Fundamentals of Communication and Culture class in Segovia, Spain.

So here’s the Big Update!

I have been officially accepted into the program! (duh!)

What’s we have paid for so far by a combination of donations & my own money:

  • My Passport & passport card replacement ✓
  • The program application fee ✓
  • A small savings for books and school-related stuff ✓
  • Red wine en España (one donor requested that’s what I spend her $$ on. I love y’all.) ✓

What still needs to be paid (And deadlines!! AAAH!!!)

  • $2000 for the program fee DUE MARCH 15th
  • Aproxomately $1525 for roundtrip airfare due… later
  • Spending $$ due by 2nd week of May

If 300 people are willing to donate between now and the end of March, we can make this happen, y’all.

When we work together, my interweb friends, I can go to Spain and begin what I think is the start of my actual career.

I’m a 34 year old black woman who has never been to Europe, and has an interest in teaching English abroad to give folks the tools the need to express themselves in the international trade language. 

In the future, I want to teach communication skills at a college level, and supplement the education of K-12 youth and out-of-school 18-25 year olds on how they can communicate effectively. I also see myself as a trainer. I’ve been abroad before, but not in an educational context.

I strongly believe that for everything I learn, others learn as well. This is why I feel it is imperative for me to gather these experiences while it’s accessible. I’m working towards the world I want to see, and if you know anything about me, know that my personal goals always have roots in giving back.

Thanks! Please donate!

Okay guys, I need to ask a huge favour from all of you. Basically my dream is to become a pilot and as some of you may know it costs a ridiculous amount of money, money my parents don’t have. But this scholarship is the thing which will secure my future, but the fundraising we’ve been doing isn’t enough to allow all the kids all the lessons they need and so we’ve started allowing people to donate. If you see this post, and you are able, could you please donate, even a tiny amount and if not could you please take the time to reblog this. Thank you…

EMERGENCY Help Save Chasity!

Please help fund an emergency surgery for our family dog Chasity! 

Chasity ate an unknown object that has caused an intestinal blockage requiring an expensive surgery that our family cannot afford. She has until tomorrow morning to vomit whatever she ate to clear her passage, but if her x-ray is not clear, she will need this surgery immediately.

She is a very dear member of our family and we hope she can continue to be part of it for as long as possible, with your help. Please visit our GoFundMe page:  http://www.gofundme.com/nlkbww 

*This page was created as soon as we heard the news, and since it is not known whether she will need the surgery or not until tomorrow (3/3), we were wary about opening a gofundme page until we knew, but if we wait, it might be too late. If she ends up being able to purge the blockage, we will do our best to issue a refund or donate to a local animal charity, whichever you prefer. Thank you. 

If you can’t help out, could you please signal boost? Thanks. 

My name is Crysta, and I’m 20 years old. Around 6 months ago, my dad suddenly became very ill. He spent 2 weeks in the ICU where the doctors told us every night that he wouldn’t make it until morning. Thankfully, they were wrong. His organs slowly began working again, and he was eventually moved…



This is my Grandma Lynda. When I was little every time we drove somewhere you’d play your music really loudly and sing even louder. We drove by a white church on a Sunday morning and you turned the music down and drove by quietly. Ever since then I do the same. I can’t seem to remember what it was that made you so mad but I had to sit on the couch and you told me to keep my feet off of the floor so every time you looked away I’d stretch my legs down so my toes were as close to the floor as they could get just to make you mad. I think you taught me that just because someone looks like they could kill you doesn’t mean they don’t love you with everything they have. You always used to make all of us eat whatever was on our plate because “grandpa worked hard to put that food on the table.” And he did, so we did, and so I always will. You pulled out all of my wiggly teeth even when they were barley attached anymore and even when you could barely hold me down. You told all of us that you want “Another One Bites The Dust” played at your funeral. I think I can recall a few times when you bit your toenails at the dinner table. You would always cut my hair in your kitchen and give me a tubby in your sink. You taught me to respect people and to respect myself. You taught me how to make others laugh and how to laugh at myselfl. As I got older you made sure I knew that you were always there to talk to. I’ll never forget the sleepovers in your big bed or the hundreds of dinners you made for me and your huge family. You do not understand what an incredible human being you are and I think that makes you even more lovable. You speak your mind and your mind is a beautiful thing. On August 10, 2013 my mom called me and told me you were in an accident. I don’t think I’d ever been more afraid in my life. I prayed that I wouldn’t have to hear “Another One Bites The Dust” any time soon. When I got to the hospital I gave you water with a sponge and you made jokes to the nurse and told her how beautiful I was. You’ve been through unimaginable things since then. My Grandma has one leg now. She needs money in order to get the prosthetic that she needs. I need my Grandma to be able to chase my children around her house and give them tubbies in the sink so if you have a spare dollar please donate to this beautiful life. Thank you. I love you.


"Asalaamu Alaikum wa Rahmatuallahi Wa barkatu (May peace and blessings be upon you)
Samir is a 24year old male, who had a motorbike accident in April of 2014. Prior to the accident, Samir was a very responsible father of one, a very loving and caring husband, and a person who strove to always provide and take care of his family.
..Due to the accident, and the current health issues Samir is facing, he has been unable to return to work, and has been unable to provide for his family for sometime now. Samir is on heavy medications for pain relief, constantly returns to the trauma clinic for regular check ups and it has become difficult for him to return back to work. Samir and his wife have resulted to selling their cars, motorbike and other assets in order to pay back debts, pay rent, pay bills and other expenses. Samirs wife is also the fulltime carer for their son, and now for samir and cannot physically go to work either.
..The family are in dire need of your help, even if it is $1, we ask you donate purely for the sake of Allaah alone! This money will help the family cover debts and living bills for the next few months allowing Samir to recover completely, have the next surgery and be able to get back upon his feet to provide for his family like he has always done in the past. Above all, we ask for your du’aa as that is most important to the family.”

Read full info & donate at http://www.gofundme.com/daddyandson

The Prophet ﷺ said: “Give charity without delay, for it stands in the way of calamity.” - Al-Tirmidhi, Hadith 589

Pls help us spread this campaign by reblogging this & posting it in other social networking sites. May Allah bless everyone who will take part in this campaign in any way. Ameen. Pls keep them in your du’a.
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Please help me (and my dog) move out of an abusive home

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Hi there, my name is Sasha and I’d appreciate it if you’d take a moment to read this, if not, tl;dr at the bottom.

I’m a 19 year old girl living with severe anxiety, depression, my pup, and an abusive father. 

For years, his abuse and attitude towards me has been grating down on me, which has not only worsened my depression and anxiety, but has led me to have frequent suicidal thoughts, caused me to self-harm, and caused me to develop multiple eating disorders. He always puts me second to his girlfriend. He leaves me alone at home with no food in the house, and the times he does buy food for me, it’s cheap and unhealthy, even though I’ve told him multiple times I’m not comfortable with eating the junk he buys for me. I’ve had to endure him screaming at me (sometimes in public) while I hid my face and sobbed in front of him. He’s done this to me on multiple vacations, too, and has led me to believe that I ruin everything; that I am a burden. Coupling this with my nonexistent self-esteem and my depression often leads me feeling dreadful and hateful. He makes me want to kill myself.

He doesn’t understand how depression or anxiety work at all. He yells at me when I cry, he tells me he gets pissed off when I start tearing up. He yells at me for being sad or visibly upset. He yells at me for feeding my dog in the house, he yells at me when he gets home and she’s in my room (even though I keep her with me to help with my anxiety and loneliness). He calls me lazy and dirty and tells me he doesn’t care for what I want. He tells me to “get over myself” and to “stop being so sad all the time; you have nothing to be sad about”. He thinks my mental illness is an “excuse”. He says all of this even though he knows I have diagnosed depression. He knows I’ve spent time in a mental hospital, he knows I’ve attempted suicide. I get tense and extremely scared when he gets home or when he comes in my room. He abuses me because he’s sick of my depression and anxiety. He tries to guilt me to do things and he tries to emotionally manipulate me. I’ve had nightmares of him beating me.

His abuse and neglect also applies to animals Because of him, my two dogs passed away in the summer of last year. I will keep out the details, but it broke my heart to experience two animal deaths within mere months of each other, and it hurt even more knowing I could have saved them if not for my father’s neglect.

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Sometimes, it’s all too easy to judge people based on their appearances.Tyler Bridges knows this, and he used it as a springboard for “What’s The Difference,” a video he helped publish last month with the Union Rescue Mission in Los Angeles.

Assisted by hairstylist Tim Doma, Bridges and a crew of filmmakers offered haircuts to men who could use a little trim — and proved there isn’t much that separates the homeless from everyone else.

See more moving homeless haircut transformations here.


Hey guys! I hate to have to do this, but I need your help.

I found out today that my cat is needing to have 4 of his teeth pulled, and a potentially cancerous abcess removed from under them. Unfortunately, the vet bill is going to run me and my mom at least $1000, and neither of us are in a position to be able to afford it, so we may end up having to put him down.

He’s currently on antibiotics, but he is in a lot of pain, so I know that if we can’t pay the dental bill, putting him down is something that we will need to do. He’s still got a long life ahead of him, and the last thing I want to do is have to cut it short due to expensive dental work. I love him very, very much, he has been an amazing friend to me and my younger sisters and helped me through many hard times.

I’ve seen people have a lot of success with these fundraisers, so I sincerely hope that Boogie receives some feedback and we can get him back to his healthy self. Even if you can’t donate, reblogs and shares are greatly appreciated. You can reach his gofundme page here! Thank you so much for taking the time to read!