I’m making a new post since nobody seems to be donating at all. Uh. My paycheck bounced, I have to pay rent, job stuff is shitty right now. I do tarot readings and also I do art, but I cannot pay anything right now. My power bill is past due but I have no way to pay for it. My rent is due at the end of the month and I don’t know how I’m going to pay for it. When we run out of toilet paper I don’t know how to buy more. We’re in need of a grocery trip but we cannot pay for it. Nobody has really donated and I just survived 3 months of bad abuse. My mental health is on the fritz but I cannot stop working, and despite how much I’ve been working with my paycheck bounced I cannot afford anything.
These are my accounts right now:
Every day I cannot help but just sob because I’m so scared I’m not going to get through the end of this month, and I have nowhere to go–if I become homeless I will die because my body cannot survive the weather of night as I am disabled.
Please donate if you can to my paypal, which is email@example.com, or please reblog if you can’t. Any testimonials to my character are welcomed to show that I can be trusted. I’m a very hard worker but right now I’m in a really though spot.
There are people out there right now raising their daughters to believe that a grown man kidnapping and torturing a 19 year old girl and telling her that he can take whatever he wants while she is physically restrained is what cute relationships look like and honest to God I am scared for that child.
The room around you was dark and warm, the smallest amount of morning sunlight able to filter through the thick curtains hanging over the windows. The arms wrapped tightly around your stomach, pulling your back into your boyfriends hot chest used to be comforting but the temperature of the room mixed with your boyfriend’s cuddling and the sheets covering your legs were too much to bear. Your situation was simply uncomfortable and made you feel heavy.
The familiar playlist softly drifting from the speakers on the bedside tables used to make you fall asleep with a smile on your face as Green Day and Blink-182 faded into your dreams. But as time went on and the playlist stayed the same, the more you hated Holiday and This Is Home and more often than not, you waited until you heard snoring in your ear to turn the music off so you could fall asleep in peace.
When you had first started dating Michael, his scent was your favorite thing in the entire world. You’d steal his hoodies and t-shirts and just spend the day smelling like fabric softener and breakfast tea. Now the scent almost burnt your nose. It was so heavy, the scent tainting the air and making it hard to breathe. You looked around the room as best you could with being trapped by your boyfriend’s arm and rolled your eyes at the mess. It wasn’t charming as it had been when you first met him, it was irritating and frustrating.
When Killian first meets Milah and she discovers he is a pirate, and he makes a point of saying “we sail where we will and answer to no crown.”
I think that is an important distinction of the pirate Killian was before Milah was murdered and after. While I am sure he did some rather distasteful things, the pirate we see here, on top of reaffirming some of Killian’s core characteristics of honor and being a gentleman, is primarily motivated by freedom and choice.
He will not be the unwilling or unwitting pawn to a corrupt crown, he will not be forced to act within the boundaries set by anyone else.
These are the things that most mattered to Killian before revenge ever did, and in a way his revenge shackled him in its own way, and they are the things that have mattered after he chose to lay his revenge down.
This is why next week’s internal battle in choosing between Emma and remaining on earth or moving on with Liam is so crucial and will ultimately mean so much. Because if will be Killian finally having the power to choose his own destiny,
Loving Emma freed him of his revenge, choosing Emma will open up the door to a future of his own making.
“When Taylor wound up in hospital I was ready to quit music. Because, to me, it felt like music equalled death. I started praying. I’ve never been to church in my life, and I’m walking back from Taylor’s hospital to our hotel every night, praying out loud in the streets of London. I don’t even know if I believe in God. But I felt like, y'know, this is just not right, y'know, what kind of God would let this…”
it’s truly such a beautiful thing to watch Bellarke go from being so openly antagonistic and hateful toward each other to becoming each other’s partners, touchstones, weaknesses, and most trusted and valued best friends.