OK GUYS, SO —SCREAM—

Baby JIM IS BACK, I CAN'T, ESTOY LLORANDO, AYUDAAAAA

Reblog to make a white gay big mad

Reblog to make black queer people feel visible and supported (and also to make a white gay big mad)

Reblogging this as a white gay to make the racist white gays mad

reblog because the city of philadelphia created this flag in recognition of the poor way it was treating its lgbtq poc in our relatively small gayborhood, and we thought it was (just) gonna help poc feel more included but it helped spark a national conversation and outed a shitton of racists in a way that helped expose, address, and improve the racism in our community

Please stop and read this.

I’m so mad because this worked

help me roger

Reblogging myself because

Originally posted by gifs-for-the-masses

Reblogging myself because… what was that? Five minutes?

O_O

………my friend has made me curious

help me roger

Update: after I reblogged this someone messaged me offering me tickets to the sold out Hausu screening with a Q&A and autograph session with the director

These never work for me, but here’s to trying.

Eh Roger is cute I might as well

That fish is so happy it makes me happy.

Reblogging myself because I reblogged this yesterday and got promoted today!

Anti anxiety.

I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR THAT CAT ONE FOREVER

So mesmerized

The cat

Hey my followers with anxiety here’s some things that might help.

Because we all need a bit of help, sometimes.

PLEASE HELP ME BUY MEDS

Few months ago I started asking for donations because my sister’s husband left with another woman and has move to another country. We didn’t know where excacly. He doesn’t pay for anything, he doesn’t send any money. He is a piece of shit. He was homophobic towards me, he cheated on her when she was pregnant. He was controlling and jealous of everything. But my sister stayed with him because of the child.

Also she had to leave the place they live for the last 9 years because it was bought by his parents and they told her to move out. They never liked her and us because my family is poor.

She is back now in our parents home where I sill live too. There’s only two small rooms in the house, kitchen and one bathroom. All of this for 5 people now. They sleep on the floor in my bedrooom.

Also a two months ago my sister had a car accident and her car was completely trash. And she needs one because we live 5km from school and there’s no bus on my street or the next one.

For the last couple of months we raised 843$. It goes for bills, school payments and supplies and meds.

My sister is really depressed now and we need to help her with everything. She started taking antidepressands. They are not cheap and she still doesn’t work. So I ask you to help us a little more, maybe a month or two.

Also we all are strugling so much. We only have my father’s pension. that’s 1300zl for five people for the entire month. My health is not letting me work right now. I have asthma attacks almost every day. and I may have SM like my mom. Right now i don’t have money to buy meds. I’m 2 months behind with my bills. I don’t know what to do. All my meds:

Also I was deregistered from the labor office because they wanted me to take a job 40km from my place where there’s no bus from my village or any transportation and the job was in the archive when there’s dust and It’s impossible for me to work because of my asthma. Because of that I now don’t have insurance for 6 months and I had to pay 100% for all my meds and for medical visits. So it’s even worse that before. I have a proof of that, you can translate it in google:

Please if you can spare even a dollar, it would be amazing. Or just reblog if you can’t donate anything. I need at least $500.

Paypal: monicakil@mail.com

(YOU CAN USE ANY CURRENCY YOU WANT! PAYPAL WILL CHANGE IT FOR ME)

Also you could also saw similar post on my second blog: itsmagnuswinchester

UPDATE ON FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 20: THIS POST HAS ALMOST 800 NOTES BUT I STILL NEED HELP.  IF I NOT GET AT LEAST $250 TO MONDAY I WILL NOT HAVE ENOUGH TO BUY MY ASTHMA MEDS. PLEASE SPREAD THIS POST.

When you were young

another lukanette fic no one asked for? hell yeah. Based loosely off The Killers’ song When You Were Young. Marinette is a senior now and trying to function with her feelings for Luka. maybe a slowburn? 

“Luka thinks you’re mad at him,” Alya announces as she walks into Marinette’s room, tossing her book bag onto her bed and making herself comfortable. Marinette’s shoulders stiffen at the mention of his name, but she stays quiet. Alya presses her lips together, watching her friend, thinking her next words over. “I told him that you weren’t,” she finally says, and Marinette’s shoulders droop in what Alya supposes is relief. “You’re just not feeling well.”

Marinette nods, refusing to look up from her sketchbook and at her best friend, because she knows that once she does, she’ll word vomit all of her feelings. There’s no reason to keep secrets from her, Alya is the greatest detective she knows, she’ll figure it out, but for the time being, Marinette wanted to process her feelings without the help of her friends. It was rare that she was allowed a single emotion without the input of her friends, and she was grateful for all of them, but this. She needed to figure this out on her own. 

“I think you’re ignoring him,” Alya continues when Marinette stays silent, the only sound in the room her pencil gliding across the paper of her favorite sketchbook. “Because you think if you can ignore him, you can ignore your feelings for him.”

“That’s not true,” Marinette answers with a sigh, sounding calm but she can feel her heartbeat pick up in her chest. “I’ve just been tired and I have a lot of studying to do before finals.”

Alya makes a humming sound, the sound she makes when she doesn’t believe her friends bullshit excuses for something. “Right,” she says, clicking her tongue. “You and I both know that your grades have always been perfect with the minimal amount of studying.”

She knows her best friend won’t drop this, but she tries. “That was before, Alya,” she says, setting her pencil down and turning in her chair to face her. “This is our senior year, I want everything to be perfect. I want to make something of myself. I want my designs to be featured in stores and magazines.” 

“I know all of this,” Alya nods, and for the first time, Marinette notices the frown on her face and instantly feels bad. “But you’ve already landed an internship with Mrs. Bourgeois and Mr. Agreste, you’re going to get into any college you want and any magazine you want.”

Marinette almost misses the days she used to swoon at the mention of Agreste, when she’d drop her things and stammer her words at the thought of being noticed by Gabriel Agreste. She supposes it stopped when her feelings for Adrien stopped, when she stopped dropping her things when he walked by or stuttered her words whenever he spoke to her. It was when he started being a friend to her and not just an idol. It could even have been when he started dating Kagami, but Marinette knows it happened months before the couple became official. Marinette just wasn’t in love with Adrien anymore, and after the initial freakout was over, she was okay with it. 

Because there was Luka. Whom she always felt comfortable around, who was always there for her, who picked up her things and translated her sentences when she stuttered and helped her with her essays even after he graduated. One of her best friends older brothers, who she thought of as her own brother, until she didn’t. 

And then she was back to dropping her things and stumbling her words and constantly embarrassed because Luka was Juleka’s brother, she couldn’t possibly like her friends brother. This wasn’t a movie, this was her life.

“Okay, well,” Alya brings her out of her thoughts, and Marinette smiles at her, trying to convince her best friend that she has everything under control. Afterall, Marinette wasn’t the same person as when they had met. She had grown, matured, and learned how to do things on her own. She didn’t need Alya to protect her or stand up for her anymore. She could do it all on her own. “If you’re not at practice later tonight you could at least give him a call. He deserves at least that.” Alya picks her bookbag up and leaves without another word, and Marinette wonders if she’s mad at her. 

She knows that she’s right. Luka has been there for her through everything, and sometimes she thinks she’s closer to Luka than to Alya now, and he deserves an explanation on why she’s been so flaky lately. He deserves the truth, but the thought of confessing her feelings for Luka just makes her want to cry.

Luka was just a friend. He probably thought of her as a little sister or something equally as gross and would never like Marinette the same way that she liked him. 

Seguir leyendo

The final chapter is here!

Everyone who reblogs this before New Years (11:59 PM 12/31/17)

will be given a small art piece based off of their blog! (Well a photo over Tumblr of it but it’ll be good quality)

And I mean EVERYONE as long as it’s before the end date! Reblog fast for cute art things!