Ok guys, they won. they won with 8 millions of votes. but don’t be fooled. Today the polling places were empty, and at 3pm only 1 million of people voted (less than the 2%) My cousin told me that they use information of DEATH PEOPLEto gain votes.
Ten countries don’t recognize this election. Was a fraud election. And the only thing that need matter is the fact that 15 PEOPLE WERE KILLED TODAY, and two of them were just TEENAGERS (13 and 17 years old)
one woman was FIRED of her work for doesn’t go to vote (according to her family, she was an amazing employed). People have crossed the border with Colombia to not stay here
The president is talking now, he’s saying that “the socialism won” that “no one motherfucker (talking about the people who are opposed to this) is going to rule here”. Things are going to be worse.
If you want to help, pray for us. go to the embassies of Venezuela in your countries and don’t recognize this government, this election
Nicolas Maduro is a killer, a torturer, HE IS A LIAR. PEOPLE IS DYING HERE, WE DON’T HAVE MEDICINES AND FOOD AND BASIC STUFF TO LIVE. PEOPLE ARE EVEN EATING FROM THE GARBAGE.
THIS COULD HAPPEN IN THE NEXT HOURS OR DAYS. READ THE IMAGES BELOW
Spread the word please. DONT LET THE PRESIDENT SILENCE US
Several weeks ago a pet skunk came in to see me because it just wasn’t acting right. The skunk had been purchased from a breeder and had lived with the owner for five years. Although normally an indoor pet the owner had built an enclosed area in the back yard so that the skunk could be safely outdoors. When the owner first purchased the skunk it had gotten a rabies vaccine and a clean bill of health from a veterinarian but had not been in to see a vet since then.
I walked into the room and saw the owner with several blood soaked paper towels wrapped around his hand. The skunk was in a carrier on the table growling and biting at the bars. I asked him if he was ok and he said yes, the bite was very minor and it happened all the time. Slowly I approached the carrier and the skunk began screaming and biting the sides of the cage.
“Has anyone else been bitten?” I asked.
“Oh, probably my whole family. He’s never been very nice.”
Slowly I bent down to look into the carrier again and the skunk rammed the front snarling and snapping. I felt drops of saliva hitting me in the face. Gently I explained to the owner that I was extremely concerned this skunk was rabid and his entire family and anyone else that had been in contact with the skunk needed to get to a hospital immediately and get rabies post-exposure treatment. The owner was understandably upset and asked me to please look at the skunk close. Politely I refused and told him there was no way I was going to open that carrier nor expose my staff to a possibly rabid animal. After several more minutes of discussion he agreed to allow me to euthanize the skunk and have it tested for rabies but he wasn’t going to go to the hospital.
“What could happen if it is rabies?” the owner asked.
Very sternly I told him, “You’ll die. There is absolutely no treatment for rabies and the only possible outcome is death. You will die. Your family will die. Anyone who has been bitten or exposed to the saliva will die.”
“Is it expensive?”
“If you have insurance it should cover it. If you don’t, yes it can be expensive. But this is literally a matter of life or death. I understand being concerned about medical bills but the alternative is death.”
The owner said he would think about it. I sent the head off for testing and didn’t think anything more about it.
A few days later I got a phone call from the health department telling me that the skunk was positive for rabies. The phone numbers and information the client had given me, which I included on the submission form to the lab, were wrong and the department could not get in touch with the family to tell them they absolutely needed to get to the hospital. I got a little sick to my stomach thinking about the saliva that had gotten on my face and likely into my eyes as well. Luckily I had already had the pre-exposure vaccinations so would just need to get two booster vaccines and would be fine. If the family did not get medical help soon they would die of rabies. I gave the health department all of the information we had on the clients.
A few days later I got word that a man had gone to the hospital saying he had been exposed to a friend’s skunk that was diagnosed with rabies. Luckily that man was able to give the correct information to the hospital and the health department was able to get in touch with the family and they came in and were all treated for rabies exposure. I don’t think they ever really realized how close they came to dying.
There are a few lessons to take home here:
Skunks don’t make good pets. Leave them in the wild where they belong.
Rabies is not an old timey disease that people used to die from. It’s still here and vaccinating against it is still very important.
Give the proper information when you go to the vet! These people probably gave false information because owning a skunk is illegal where they live but vets aren’t interested in turning people in. We desperately needed to contact them to save their lives.
Finally, rabies is nothing to mess with. There is no treatment; there is nothing that can be done when symptoms begin. It is far better to pay for vaccines than it is a funeral.
“Kent, a former neo-Nazi,
credits an African-American parole officer named Tiffany Whittier with
helping him to see beyond skin color and changing his views about white
“If it wasn’t for her I would have seeped back into it,” said Kent. “I look at her as family.”
Whittier, 45, even inspired Kent, 38, to take down the Nazi flags he had
hanging in his living room and replace them with smiley faces.
“I’m not here to judge him. That’s not my job to judge. My job is to be that positive person in someone’s life,” Whittier said.
Added Kent, “When you wake up and see a smiley face, you’re going to go to work and you’re going to smile.”
Kent now works full-time on a chicken farm in Colorado, where all his co-workers are Hispanic.
“Before all this, I wouldn’t work for anybody or with anybody that
wasn’t white,” said Kent. “[Now] we have company parties, or they have
quinceañeras, I’m the only white guy there!”
Redemption Ink, a national non-profit that offers free removals of
hate-related tattoos, helped connect Kent with Fallen Heroes Tattoo in
Colorado to begin the 15-hour process of covering his swastikas. The
sterile environment is new to Kent who had his previous ink work done in
“I’ve never, never, never been inside of a tattoo shop getting a professional tattoo,” he said.
Kent believes the painful process will help him move forward after
spending years as a member of a violent skinhead group based in Arizona.
As a father of two young children, Kent also hopes his children will
see the world differently.
“I don’t want my kids to live the life I lived and live with hate,” said
Kent. “I want my kids to know me for who I am now—a good father, a hard
worker, and a good provider.””
The family that pranks together stays together. Also I’m pretty sure Ezra is just glad that Sabine has stopped pranking him in favor of a new crewmember. Also welcome, Specter 7! Also I SPENT ALL DAY MAKING THIS STUPID COMIC HELP
Or, more appropriately titled: Doing Your Own Research, Without Just Looking Up Someone Else’s Correspondence Lists. Because while those lists are very handy to get started or have a shorthand reference, it gives us memorization, stopping just short of real understanding. What’s more, most correspondence lists won’t have your local (overlooked) plant life, or whatever niche plant, rock, animal you need. Sometimes, you have to get your hands dirty and figure it out from scratch.
Anyway so here’s some stuff you can do to aid in that.
The Science Look into what it physically is. What family does it belong to? If that weird plant growing in your backyard is closely related to say, basil, it will likely have similar properties. Was that crystal formed under heat and pressure, or is it a sedimentary rock? What does this animal do? How does it live and survive? A lot of correspondences come from this level, and it’s the easiest level to research. Physical traits and fun science facts are all welcome here and fair game to use in magic.
The Folklore Okay, so we know what the Thing is made of, but let’s look into its relationship with humans. There’s nothing demanding that roses be the Official Love Flower, but rather it’s a collective cultural thing. That has worked itself into magic as well. Are there any stories involving your object of choice? Local superstitions? Home remedies? What does this item get used for in wider culture? For some things, there may not be much here. But for those that do have lore, it’s a valuable resource.
The Vibes The actual, spiritual sensations you get from holding or touching the Thing. (This is going to apply more to rocks and plants… please don’t go out and touch wild animals.) This will give you some better understanding beyond just what it does, but how it does it. Does the energy seem aggressive? Is it fast or slow moving? Does it give you the impression of being related to a certain element? Which brings us into the next…
The Voice If you communicate with stuff or spirits at all, this is for you. Just ask the Thing for yourself! “Hello. I am ____. Tell me, what sort of things would you be able to help me with?” Prepare an interview, maybe. This will likely be more specific than “love” or “cleansing,” because they’re giving you a pitch and will know themselves very well. It may be “I help someone realize romantic feelings they already have but don’t know about,” or “I help other cleansing items so that cleansed spaces stay cleaner for longer, but I don’t work by myself.” If you get an answer, record it!
Experiment Use the Thing! If you have a general idea of what it does, throw it into the mix for your next relevant spell and see how it changes the result. You can read a lot about something, but the research doesn’t stop when you start using it! As you discover things through repeated use, make note of that as well!
I’m in a really bad situation at the moment and it’s really hard for me to even write this, I’m not one to usually ask or even open up when help is needed but this is really urgent and apparently this is all I have left.
So my mum was recently diagnosed with a disability called MS which is basically like brain damage and it affects the whole body, she had to leave her job because she’s in so much pain and she was on sick pay for a while which did help but now she’s not getting any money and even the government won’t give her money.
Maleficent is a dragon who cursed an infant because she wasn’t invited to a christening, this woman CANNOT raise a child.
Queen Griemhilde is a conceited, vain witch who killed a 14 year old because she was prettier than her, this woman CANNOT raise a child.
Jafar hypnotised the sultan, got himself turned into a magician, a genie, just for power and forced a 15 year old to be his slave girl, this man CANNOT raise a child.
Cruella DeVil is a mentally ill woman whose affection consists of derogatory comments, blowing smoke in your face and never taking no for an answer, this woman CANNOT raise a child.
So, let’s say Evie, Carlos, Mal and Jay grow up on an island without magic, surrounded by murderers, thieves, people who did bad things, people who are proud of these things. Let’s say, they don’t teach them to be evil. Let’s say, they teach them ‘don’t let anyone keep you from what you want, you are a queen, a dragon, a genie, you are magic’. Ben has dreams about a girl with green eyes and lilac hair, of a girl who is different, something fae, and he remembers the fairy who cursed his father because he wasn’t kind, so he asks his parents to let some of the villain’s kids stay in Auradon. Show them goodness.
When they arrive, they don’t arrive in a tumbling mess. They don’t even get out of the car, and when the chauffeur opens the door, there’s a stick thin girl with long blue hair staring at her hands, a muscled boy who almost isn’t a boy anymore, rubbing the bands on his arms, the girl from his dreams, eyes glowing, a little boy dressed in fur curled up in their laps.
They aren’t used to magic, even though it is in their very cores. So they take time to get used to it, to learn to live with death and power under their skin.
They weren’t sent to get a wand for world domination. They were sent to get a wand for freedom. So it takes them longer to realise just what their parents did. It takes talks and family day and Queen Leiah screaming at the top of her lungs (‘Get away from here, do not touch my grandchild, my daughter will never be mine because of you, how dare you, how dare you?’) for Mal to realise that this isn’t about invitations and pettiness. It’s about a woman with hair as yellow as gold and lips that shame the red red rose, growing up poor, in a cottage, falling to her death at the touch of a spindle, this is about her mother talking about the raven with more fondness than her, this is about all the things her mother did, no matter the reason.
Evie still studies with Doug, and she hasn’t been taught to score a prince, she’s been taught to use her beauty, it is all men want, get rid of them before they get rid of you, do NOT die. So she meets with Doug at his house and Dopey stares at her and then he gets Snow White, who breaks down crying at the sight of this thin, beautiful girl with hair in a colour that has haunted her sleep ('what did she do to you, was it not enough for her to kill me, what has she done to you’) and Evie realises that her mother’s stories are not about men, they are about this woman, about her sister, who was 14 and beautiful and dead. And this is about her and all the bones she can count when she looks in the mirror.
Jay befriends the only other Arabian speaking children he can find, plays gurney, ruthless and self centered and for him, and one day Aladdin picks his children up and Jay does one of those backflips where he stays in the air for too long and it knocks the wind out of him. Jay doesn’t understand because of Aladdin, he sees a thief, who is like him, but it isn’t what makes him think, tourney does the trick because they are a team and the world does not revolve around him, he is not the center of the universe.
Carlos knows that his mother is wrong from the moment he is old enough to master critical thinking. She shrieks and hits and worships fur and he spends his days begging for scraps. There’s no magic in him, no rush he gets from crossing the barrier, so he helps his friends. They have always been his lifeline, so maybe now he can be theirs.
Viktor, as they’re loading the groceries into the trunk, says, “Oh, we forgot sour cream.”
“Oh well,” says Yuuri, who is already planning how to work around the absence of sour cream in their fridge for the next week.
“Let’s go back in and get it,” says Viktor, closing the trunk with a decisive bang.
“Um…no, that’s okay,” Yuuri says. “We don’t–do we need sour cream? I don’t think we need sour cream.” Half of Viktor’s recipes require sour cream. It’s a Russian thing. Yuuri has a What I don’t know can’t hurt me policy with regards to how much sour cream the typical Russian consumes in a week.
“Yuuri,” Viktor laughs, taking Yuuri’s hand, “Come on. The store is right there–it’ll take two minutes. It’s not like we’re in a hurry.”
“We’ve left the store,” Yuuri says. “We have to live with the purchase we’ve made. At least until another shift. We can come back in a few hours?”
“But we’re here now,” Viktor says, utterly perplexed.
“But the same person who just checked us out will probably check us out again,” says Yuuri, “and the only thing we’ll have to buy is two family-sized cartons of sour cream. They’ll know that we were just in there. And that we forgot something. And that our family eats a ridiculous amount of sour cream. Viktor, they’ll want to ask us about it.”
“Okay,” Viktor says. “Would it be better if…I went in and got it myself?”
“No. We go to this store every week. They know we’re married. The next time I’m here they’ll ask me Why did your husband buy all that sour cream.”
Viktor, gently, laughs and says, “Darling, I really don’t think cashiers pay that much attention to what people buy.”
“I know,” Yuuri groans. “But what if they do?”
“It’ll be fine,” Viktor says, and starts towards the store. “I’ll buy something other than the sour cream. I’ll be back in two minutes.”
When Viktor settles into the car, passing the single shopping bag with two huge containers of sour cream and one singular pack of gum in it, Yuuri releases a mournful bleat and says with the gravity normally reserved for funerals, “We can never come back to this store”
On Queerplatonic Relationships, From Someone Who’s Actually In One
I decided to crosspost this to this blog instead of my new one since this one has more of a followership. (Copypasta’d from my WP so people don’t have to click away from tumblr.) That’s how frustrated I am about all this. Anyway.
I originally wasn’t intending for this to be a long post but two
thousand words later I realized that it is long, and rightfully so. This
stuff is complicated, and there’s a lot that goes into it, and the
people who don’t want to sit through it aren’t the people I’m trying to
reach anyway. As always, I’m talking exclusively about American culture.
Because I know people will want to crawl up my ass and ask, I’ve been
in a queerplatonic relationship for three years and known my partner
for about fourteen years. We get a lot of questions about our
relationship, both in and outside of the queer community, and I usually
start out with “It’s easy to explain but difficult for people to
We both subscribe to a very broad definition of what a queerplatonic
relationship is. There should be no romantic feelings between the people
in the relationship, and there’s an element of commitment. Some QPRs
have a sexual component, some don’t. (Friends with benefits are not
automatically queerplatonic relationships, as I’ve seen posited.)
Sometimes the people in a QPR are queer themselves, sometimes they’re
not. Maybe one is but the other isn’t, maybe they don’t start out
identifying as queer and then they do later, maybe not. To be quite
frank, neither of us care, and neither should you.
If you’ve followed me for any length of time on pretty much any
platform, you know I talk about moral purism and how deeply it’s
ingrained in our culture, and how it’s driven and supported by
capitalism—how capitalism demands and feeds our amatonormative society.
If you haven’t experienced the joy of me screaming about capitalism,
well, here we go.
The nuclear family model—two parents, living separately from extended
family and raising their kids, probably both parents working but maybe
just one—is new and supported and driven by capitalism. In most
cultures, it’s common for extended families to live together and raise
children as a team effort. When you have a family with a network of
aunts and uncles and grandparents and cousins all cooperating and
sharing the labor and time investment of just existing, it’s a lot less
of a financial disaster if someone gets sick or injured.
In a nuclear family, if Parent 1 gets injured and has a three month
recovery time, all of a sudden they can’t contribute to family upkeep in
terms of money they provide through work, or time that they usually
invest in maintaining the home/children. Parent 2 can’t both work
overtime and spend more time maintaining the house/family and then they
fall behind on bills and into financial ruin, or Parent 1 pushes
themselves to go back to work sooner and ends up with a chronic
injury/illness because of it.
In an extended family model, if Parent 1 gets injured and has a three
month recovery time, Aunt 1 and Cousin 2 start taking the kids some
evenings and Cousin 3 groups the kids with their own, Uncles 2 and 3
take on a little more work to maintain the house(s), and Cousin 4 starts
carpooling with Parent 2 to save on gas. Everyone invests a little more
time and money and Parent 1 is able to rest and recover. Or maybe they
can’t, maybe Parent 1 is disabled, but it’s still not the time/financial
strain it would be if there was only one other person to take on more
In a nuclear family, every family needs to buy separate appliances,
furniture, tools, etc. In an extended family, everyone trades the
toolkit back and forth, your cousin gives you a couch they don’t need
anymore, you borrow your aunt’s crockpot, your cousin comes over to fix
your car. People relying on others outside of the person who’s meant to
be their One True Love, isn’t good for capitalism. Capitalism doesn’t
want you living with your friends and splitting rent, utilities, and
groceries. Capitalism doesn’t want you getting your car fixed by your
best friend’s brother. (You better have a receipt showing you didn’t
have insurance because your car was in the shop.)
Kids that live with their parents into adulthood are ‘pathetic’,
especially if that kid gets married. You better have your own insurance
policy, you better have your own phone plan, you better buy your own
house (why aren’t you all buying more houses), but wait, you
can’t buy that house with a bunch of friends, what do you mean you’re
not married or engaged to them? Oh, you are married but you’re just
friends? That’s weird, why would you want to marry your friend, what
happens when you meet someone you fall in love with? Don’t you want to
wait for The One?
Are you sure you don’t want to wait for The One?
Your platonic relationships aren’t as important as your relationship
with your (eventual) spouse, and your spouse better be the only person
you have a romantic and sexual relationship with, because you must have
both. Your spouse better also be your best friend, because everyone
knows that the best married couples are people who’re ‘each others’ best
friend’. You get to choose one person, and that person is your
everything. The person you fall in love with will be the person you have
sex with will be the person you get married to will be the person you
buy a house with will be the person you have kids with, and you better
do all those things and it better be in that order.
Capitalism says that your friendships are unimportant.
In order to understand my point about queerplatonic relationships, you need to understand how sincere I am when I say Fuck that.
My queerplatonic partner is my primary emotional relationship. We’ve
known each other for over half our lives and we evolved into our QPR the
way most do, from what I’ve seen; essentially we realized we were
already in a QPR and found the term that described us. We made a
conscious decision to commit and be partners to each other and to have
as healthy a relationship as we can. We’re in sync 99% of the time and
when we’re not, we talk things out. Our relationship is a lot of work
because all relationships are work, and we happily devote ourselves to
that. I’ve seen a recurrent theme that, somehow, QPRs are just so easy
because… to be honest I don’t really understand why, I just know that
that’s something I’ve seen a lot. I have a theory about people wanting a
romantic relationship-lite, but that’s besides the point.
I’m a-spec, and I am (half-heartedly) seeking romantic/sexual
partner(s). I’m not super into it, because of a variety of reasons, but
mostly because it’s not an overriding concern. I already have the kind
of emotionally supportive relationship I need to be a relatively
well-adjusted person, I’m not exactly seeking another one. Do I want a
romantic and/or sexual partner? Sure, I also would like a committed D/s
relationship, since I’m talking about it. Do I need a romantic/sexual partner? Nope.
One of the reasons I’m not into looking is because the people I’ve
talked to are not okay with the concept of coming in “second place” to
what they see as an inferior relationship. Even the poly people I’ve
talked to are disinterested once I’ve made it clear that my
queerplatonic partner is going to be equally important to any
romantic/sexual partner(s) that I have.
And that, that is one of the big reasons why I take issue with a-spec people saying that only a-spec people can have queerplatonic relationships.
There seems to be this weird misconception that non a-spec people
don’t suffer the same kind of backlash from being in a QPR as an a-spec
person? Which… that seems unlikely. I didn’t publicly identify as
gray/demi-ace when my partner and I first defined our relationship as a
QPR, and I still got the same rude, horrible questions then as I do now,
and that’s only assuming that every discussion about my QPR involves me
being a-spec, which they don’t. I’m actually way more open about being
bisexual than I am about being a-spec.
When society devalues platonic relationships, everyone suffers.
Because society devalues platonic relationships, I continually have to
justify my relationship to people who think I’m settling or suffering or
‘not getting my needs met.’ Because society devalues platonic
relationships, people are forced to make one person their only person,
their everything. People are forced to constrain themselves to tiny
support groups and networks and suffer the monetary, physical, and
mental consequences that come from having limited support networks. Our
society is chronically afraid of platonic physical affection and so
sexualizes everything. There are huge swathes of the population
who don’t know that not choosing a One True Love is even an option and
so force themselves into boxes that don’t match what they feel.
In light of all of that, why the actual hell would I ever tell
someone “You’re not allowed to call your relationship a queerplatonic
one because you haven’t suffered exactly the same way I have”? Why would
I ever deny someone else the solace I’ve found in my own queerplatonic
And there are all kinds of people who want to be all “Well women with
really close friendships don’t have queerplatonic relationships because
they’re just friendships!” And like, way to miss the point. You’re
still devaluing platonic relationships! A friendship isn’t just
anything. My partner and I didn’t travel to a mystical site and
sacrifice an animal under a blood moon to level up into a queerplatonic
relationship. We started texting a lot, got closer, both discovered that
queerplatonic relationships exist, circled the definition for like six
months and then finally said “Yep, we’re in a queerplatonic
relationship.” And since then, we’ve put a lot of time and effort and
commitment into our relationship and consider and call each other partner.
I go over this stuff with my mom and sister until they understand and I
talk things out with them and my partner and we both put a lot of
fucking effort into our relationship.
My mom has two really good friends she’s known since they were all
ten years old, and maybe one day she and they will decide to define
their relationships as queerplatonic relationships. Maybe if men were
allowed to have close platonic relationships (and yes I know this is
edging in toxic masculinity which I’m not here for today), they’d be
better able to emotionally weather the shit that happens in their lives
and they wouldn’t be so terrified of physical comfort. Maybe if people
were allowed to say that their close friendships are as important as
their romantic/sexual relationships, there wouldn’t be all this bullshit
friction over making one person be the receptacle for all their
emotional, sexual, and romantic baggage.
Confining queerplatonic relationships to an aro-only phenomenon is
needlessly cruel and also exclusivizes something that’s scarce enough as
it is. And all this effort to make queerplatonic relationships and
‘attraction’ some extra other thing than ‘just’ friendship misses the
point of something we should all be working on. The point of being in a
queerplatonic relationship isn’t to have some special relationship other
people don’t have access to, that’s somehow better than ‘just’
friendship. There’s a very “Well if anyone could say they’re in a
queerplatonic relationship then everyone would be in queerplatonic
relationships!” feel to it all, to which I say… Okay? Like? Why would it
be a bad thing if queerplatonic relationships were really common?
Because that seems to be the logical end to the aros-only train of
thought. I think it’d be pretty damn cool if queerplatonic relationships
were common. For one, I’d stop having to have a Socratic seminar every
time I mention I’m in one.
Not to mention that it is breathtakingly hypocritical for
a-spec people to be saying “You’re not X enough for Y” considering the
bullshit we get for not being queer enough for the queer community. And
you know, that’s really what this whole thing comes down to. It makes
sense to want to be selfish about something that gives you comfort,
makes sense to want to protect it. But denying non-a-specs from labeling
their queerplatonic relationships as such is the actual spirit of
cutting off your nose to spite your face.
If you can squat on a property for 5 years in California, while acting as though you legally live there - paying home owners fees, taxes, attended neighborhood meetings, etc. You can take over that property and there is little the original owner can do about it if done correctly.
It’s also important to recognize California is going through an extreme housing crisis. It’s estimated that the required joint income to live comfortably in a 2 bdr apt here is well over $100,000. Lots and lots of people are being forced out of their neighborhoods by gentrification, and with rents that high cannot afford anywhere else to go. Which is not to mention the foreign investors (and other rich fucks) who buy property that they never plan to use, that literally just sits as part of stock portfolio that they’ll eventually sell at a premium in a few decades. They purpusfully refuse to rent such properties because they wear and tear caused by families that could be living there.
I really hope this becomes a movement. #occupyhouses
We need to get organzied, set up a system for figuring out what properties are vacant and start moving people in systematically. More people need to have the knowledge and skills to pull this off.
ghslakfdh i really need to find someplace to live by the end of the month bc a family ““friend”” is staying with us the beginning of november and last time he was here i tried running away to a friend’s house and almost got my ass beat :)
literally is anyone in the philly or south jersey area willing to let me stay at their place bc im running out of time and starting to panic
Harry opened his eyes slowly, his eyes adjusting to the small light that entered his bedroom when Anne opened the door. Anne walked into the room slowly with a glass of water in her hands. She placed it down on the bedside table next to the untouched plate of food she brought up just a couple of hours ago.
Harry closed his eyes once more as he pulled the blanket tighter against his body. Anne took a seat on the bed next to him and began running her hand through his hair. “It’s heartbreaking to see you this way” Anne whispered quietly.
Harry remained silent, used to hearing the same words used by all his friends and family:
“Everything’s going to be okay someday”-How could it be? He just lost his best friend.
“Just know she’s in a happier place”- Could it be such a happy place if she wasn’t here on Earth anymore? “She lived a happy life.” - She could be living a happy, longer life. With him.
Anne’s eyes glanced to the picture frame that was on the bedside table. She stared at the picture taken about three years ago. As she continued staring at the picture, her eyes started to well up with tears.
Y/N was carefully wiping the cake off her nose, careful to not wipe off any of her makeup. Harry was standing next to her, rubbing a towel against his cheek. Y/N looked at him through the reflection of the washroom mirror. “I thought we agreed to not be those cliche couples that smash the cake into each other’s face” you joked.
Harry removed the towel from his face and smiled. “Love, it’s a tradition! Everyone does it on their wedding day” he pointed out as he turned to look at you properly. Y/N let out a chuckle as she threw away the tissue into a nearby trashcan. “Did you really have to smash it against me that hard though?”
Harry walked over to his new wife and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I’m sorry Mrs. Styles. It was never my intention.” Y/N softly smiled as she straightened out her new husband’s tie. “It’s alright. I know you’ll make up it up to me tonight” Y/N smirked, her hands resting on his chest.
Harry’s eyes went wide as Y/N tried to hold back her giggle. Harry placed his hands on Y/N’s waist, careful not to stand on her beautiful, white dress. “Mrs. Styles, are you flirting with me?” Y/N let out a chuckle before she stepped out of Harry’s hold. The newly wed couple exited the washroom and began walking towards where the reception was being held.
Just before they waked in, Harry turned to his wife. “Ready?” Y/N smiled as she nodded her head, “Always.”
The room was filled with friends and family. Everyone static to celebrate Y/N and Harry’s love. There was a sense of happiness that floated around the room. One of the photographers noticed the couple walking in. Immediately he pulled out his camera, “Smile, lovebirds!”
Harry pulled Y/N close to him, his hand on her waist as he placed a kiss on the cheek. Y/N placed her hand on Harry’s check as she looked at the camera and smiled.
Anne fiddled with her fingers on her lap. Lately it’s been hard talking to her son. For all his life, he could talk to her. When he was little and got a scape on the knee, she could put a bandaid on it and everything will be right in the world. When he was a teen and just experienced his first heartbreak, Anne was the one to tell him there were so many other fishes in the sea and to stop dwelling on someone that wasn’t worth his time. When Harry first introduced Y/N to Anne, she was the one that told him that Y/N was special and to never let her go.
What was she supposed to do when he lost his wife?
Harry opened his eyes, his eyes looking everywhere else but at Anne. “Mum, just…I want to be alone.” Harry’s raspy voice let out as he buried himself more into the blankets on the bed.
Anne bit her lip as she nodded her head. Quietly she let herself out of what used to be Y/N and Harry’s shared room.
Harry ran his hand over his face, his bloodshot eyes staring at the papers in front of him. Gemma and Anne quietly sat on both sides of Harry, watching his every move.
“Would you like the deceased to be buried or cremated?”
Harry closed his eyes to prevent the tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. He took a deep breath, his leg beginning to bounce as his hands began to shake.
Gemma cleared her throat. “Buried,” Gemma whispered quietly. Anne reached over and grabbed Harry’s hand. Her heart filling with sorrow.
The funeral director nodded. His mouth set in a straight line. “Will you be going with the traditional ceremony with a casket present or not present?”
Suddenly, Harry stood up and walked out the room. Gemma was quick to go after her younger brother while Anne stayed back with the director.
“Harry!” Gemma called out as Harry was pacing out the door. Gemma placed her hand on his shoulder, trying to get him to slow down. Harry turned around and quickly hugged his sister as he sobbed into her neck. Gemma was quick to wrap her arms around him, her own tears began to pour.
Gemma walked down the stairs, a baby monitor in her hands. Y/N was sitting down on the couch sipping a glass of wine. Gemma let out a breath as she plopped down next to her. “Little bugger is finally asleep.”
Y/N smiled. “You have a beautiful little girl, Gem.” Gemma turned her head and smiled at Y/N. “Thanks love but trust me, when you and Harry have children of your own, they’ll be absolutely gorgeous.”
Y/N blushed at Gemma’s words. Her finger tip tracing the wine glass. A moment of silence passed before Gemma finally spoke up. “Have you guys talked about having children?”
Y/N sighed. “We have. But…I don’t know if we’re quite ready.” Y/N admitted as she turned her body towards Gemma and leaned her head against the couch.
Gemma picked up her own wine glass before turning to Y/N as well. “You guys have been married for two years now. Surely you guys are ready.” Y/N shook her head as she stared into her glass. “His album is almost about to release. Then he’s going to have to go on press tours, then soon enough an actual tour. He’s going to be gone for a long time. I don’t think I can handle being pregnant by myself yet alone care for a newborn.”
Gemma nodded, her mind flashing back to when she first had her daughter. She doesn’t know what she would’ve done without her husband helping along the way. “I think you and Harry are able to take over the world.”
Y/N let out a chuckle. Gemma shook her head, “No, I’m serious. It’s hard and almost rarely seeing a love that you and Harry have. It’s the kind of love you see in movies. I don’t think anything or anyone can ruin that. Having a baby, having children will bring the two of you closer if humanly possible. And Y/N, I know my brother will love that little bug more than life itself. I know he’s willing to drop anything and everything for you. I believe in you guys.”
Y/N’s head tilted as she smiled at her sister in law. Careful not to spill her drink, she leaned over and pulled Gemma in for a hug. “I think the best part of marrying Harry was getting you as a sister.” Y/N admitted. Gemma softly smiled as she returned the hug.
Harry walked into his room and shut the door. He instantly went to Y/N’s side of the bed. He didn’t bother taking off his clothes nor did he bother wiping his tear stained face. He had an excuse. He just came back from Y/N’s fucking funeral.
Harry looked over to Y/N’s bedside table. Everything remained untouched from the last time Y/N was here. Y/N’s reading glasses were on top of her favorite novel that she’s read too many times to count. Her favorite candle to light around fall was halfway gone. There was an empty glass that was always filled because she would always be incredibly thirsty when she woke up in the morning.
Lying on the middle of the table was Y/N’s engagement ring.
Harry demanded that Y/N was buried with her wedding band on. In his head it meant that Y/N would be with him forever. Harry picked up the engagement ring. As he stared at the beautiful ring that took a pretty big chunk out of his bank account, memories of his marriage started to play in his head: how he asked Y/N’s parents for her hand in marriage, how he picked out the ring with both Anne and Y/N’s mother, how he proposed, how Y/N looked when he got down on his knee. He thought about the pride he felt when he would hold Y/N’s hand and feel her ring on her, he thought about the fights that only made them stronger. He thought about how he was supposed to fucking grow old with Y/N. He thought about it all.
And it killed him.
“Gah!” Harry yelled out in frustration as he threw the ring across the room. Harry wrapped his arms around himself as he laid his head against Y/N’s pillow, her smell still lingering. Harry let out a sob. He stared at the ceiling. “You promised! You fucking promised!” Harry yelled through his sobs, his hands flying to his face.
One night when Harry and Y/N were both 18, they took a drive together. They let the night carry them away. The car ride was filled with laughter, smiles, story telling, happiness. They drove until they were miles away from the city. They were driving away from all their troubles, promising to return.
Eventually they stopped in a field a hundred miles away from civilization. The only light was from the lantern Harry kept in his car for emergencies. Harry and Y/N were laying on the hood of his car, staring at the million of stars in front of them, something you would never be able to see in a busy city like London.
“Does it ever scare you?” Y/N whispered, her eyes never once leaving the beautiful sight in front of her. Harry looked over at his girlfriend, his eyebrows raised. “About what, love?”
Y/N looked at those beautiful green eyes she would always get lost in. “About how fast everything is changing for us?”
And things were changing. Harry was in one of the biggest bands in history, their success growing more and more each day while Y/N tackled the hardship of being a uni student. It was a sore topic. To talk about the idea of someday growing apart.
Harry nodded his head as he gave Y/N’s hand a squeeze. “Sometimes it scares me. It scares me how much I love you. How much I adore you. How I couldn’t see myself with any other person than you.”
Harry’s words brought a smile to Y/N’s face. She leaned up and looked at her boyfriend. “I will love you forever, Harry Styles.”
Harry leaned up, a smile decorated on his face. He brought Y/N’s hands to his lips, placing a kiss on it. “Promise me something, petal?” Y/N nodded her head, “Anything, H.”
“Promise me no matter what obstacles come our way, no matter what life throws at us, no matter how many people are telling us no, promise me. Promise you’ll never leave me.”
Y/N smiled. This was a promise she would be sure to keep. Nothing would make her say otherwise. She placed a small kiss on Harry’s lips. With her forehead leaning against his, “I promise.”
Harry pulled his knees to his chest. He began to rock back and forth, the tears never leaving his eyes. Through his sobs, Harry whispered to himself, “You promised.”
eh idk. is this too repetitive to the things i write? lol at first i was like damn this gonna be good but then i was like oh god AM I SELLING OUT.
lmao so I’m very stubborn and never ask for help. I’d rather stress myself out to the point of being sick to avoid asking for favors. This is very hard for me but this is my situation:
yeahhh so I currently am a full time business student as well as bartender at a really slow and shitty restaurant. Today I made $20 in tips & make $7/hr. The checks they give me bounce every time I deposit them and this is what got me in this hole. It is the most frustrating thing bc they always have an excuse for why it didn’t go through. I would leave my job, however I have no transportation (I had to sell my car & my bf was supposed to give me a new one, but his life was rocked by hurricane Harvey in the worst way. I might get it at the end of this month.) I live in a southern, dead end town and I refuse to take the bus, bc last time I did, a man tried to shove his hand down my pants so no thanks. I’m also going through extremely expensive treatment and testing for the possibility of having endometriosis AND ibs. I’m on generic lexapro for anxiety and that’s all I can afford. I keep delaying receiving proper treatment bc my insurance sucks! I’m super anemic again & keep unintentionally losing weight. Idk how I work so much when I throw up/have diarrhea everyday and not make money??? I also care for my father who has degenerative disc disease and is disabled to the point where he can not provide for us. We are also shunned by the majority of my family bc they never accepted the fact that my dad is in an interracial marriage. Can’t even ask my grandma for help. The family that accepts/loves us all live in Panama below the poverty line.
anyway Irma is approaching with an uncertain path/strength and all I wanna do is get a train ticket or anything so I can evacuate before it’s too late. After what happened to my bf, I’m scared of taking a chance and staying. I went through Matthew last year and that was scary af! I’ve been on this site for 5 years and have never asked for anything. I’ve done everything to help myself, even almost resorted to selling pics on here to perverts… I feel like I’m just defeated right now, but I’m realizing asking for help isn’t a sin.
I also paint portraits of celebrities and give ok advice (even tho my life is shit, I’m a good friend I think lol) so if you want something in return, I’m always more willing to give than receive!!!!
If you’re offended, please unfollow me! It’s not hard! You’ll never have to see this from me again. Once I have this car and finish this semester, I’m getting the hell out of here for better opportunities to sustain myself and family.
It breaks my heart to reveal this personal info bc I know we’re all struggling… idk if i’m doing this right but here it is:
i love you all and understand if you can’t help, i accept moral support too :)
A movie that starts off with Wannabe by Spice Girls blasting as the camera is zoomed in on someone riding a skateboard - all you see is their feet. You can guess from the people walking past that the setting is some kind of city at night. About half way into the song, the skateboard turns into a warehouse and stop. The camera follows the feet as they walk towards a commotion and you watch the feet as the still unseen person starts fighting with others. You only see the people who are knocked to the ground, the camera still focusing on feet and legs. The fighting ends when the song does. You hear someone say “You’re late” and the camera, still focused on the original feet, zooms out and you see that the feet belong to Robin. He rolls his eyes and says “Some of us have lives, Batman. It’s not my fault you started without me.” They begin rounding up the thugs they just fought and Batman says “Did you really have to skateboard here?” Robin’s reply is inaudible as they leave the warehouse and out of range. The movie cuts to an opening credit scene that bounces around Gotham to show the various villains and other members of the Bat Family at that current moment, pausing on each with commentary written on the screen in Robin’s handwriting detailing his personal thoughts on them in the form of a pros and cons list. The last of the characters shown in the credits is Robin himself. The commentary says “Robin aka Tim Drake aka me. Pros: fighting bad guys, solving crimes, annoying Batman. Cons: None, I’m great.”