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Class Appreciation Week, Day 7: Post whatever you want!

“… at the end of the day, they’re just children. They can’t cope with this.”

The Doctor’s appearance is a strange moment, really. Sweeping in with a few quick and supposedly easy lessons to teach before abandoning Coal Hill to the care of a few scared teenagers is a discordant note in a melody that will prove far more complex. Of course, in these brief moments, we are offered only a simplified version of this character, but it serves as an interesting counterpoint, contrasting the basic tenets of Class and Doctor Who..

In a Doctor Who setting, dangerous aliens are fun, words and clever ideas make for entertaining resolutions an putting four teenagers in mortal peril on a weekly basis could be just an adventure. As serious and as complicated as Doctor Who can get, in the end, the next story will likely start with a Doctor and a companion, happy encounter a new source of danger. Here, this is juxtaposed with the grittier, less fantastical reality of our five protagonists.

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politicians in utah want bear’s ears national monument to be put under state control so that they can gain outdated “economic interests” from it, such as coal, without caring about the fact that it is sacred native american land. orrin hatch said that he’s sick of utah “getting picked on” as if putting bear’s ears under federal protection is a bad thing?? as if preserving sacred land is just somehow bad?? they’re all evil
Democrats confident they can block Trump’s agenda after spending-bill win
The party is exploiting Republican divisions to take control of the budget process.

House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi (D-Calif.) and Senate Minority Leader Charles E. Schumer (D-N.Y.) secured nearly $5 billion in new domestic spending by exploiting disagreements between Trump and GOP lawmakers over spending priorities.

Democrats’ lopsided victory on the five-month deal, which is likely to be approved this week, means it will be very difficult — if not impossible — for the GOP to exert its will in future budget negotiations, including when it comes to Trump’s 2018 budget blueprint.

That’s because Republicans are hopelessly divided over how much to spend on government programs, with a small but vocal minority unwilling to support such measures at all. That has forced Republicans to work with Democrats to avoid politically damaging government shutdowns.

And that means Democrats are in the driver’s seat when it comes to budget battles, even with Trump in the White House.

“I think we had a strategy and it worked,” Schumer said in an interview with The Washington Post. “Democrats and Republicans in the House and Senate were closer to one another than Republicans were to Donald Trump.”

The extra money for domestic programs will now be that much harder to strip out of future budgets, and Trump’s priorities, such as money for a wall along the border with Mexico, could be more difficult to include.

Democrats’ gains

In addition to the $5 billion in domestic spending, the bipartisan agreement released early Monday morning is packed with Democratic priorities, such as protection for funding for Planned Parenthood, a permanent extension of health care for coal miners and money to help Puerto Rico make up a projected shortfall in Medicaid.

Pelosi celebrated in a letter to House Democrats on Monday, saying that the measure “reflects significant progress defeating dangerous Republican riders and securing key victories for Democratic priorities.”

if you don’t wanna perform the emotional labor to care about coal miners, then whatever, don’t. But it literally costs $0.00 not to say they deserve to die of black lung disease with no access to healthcare :)
These coal country voters backed Trump. Now they’re worried about losing Obamacare.
If poor white voters who lose Obamacare feel betrayed, they're right.

  And yet, they voted for the person who said he would dismantle the Affordable Care Act. Hang on, let me see if I can find some sympathy for you.

  The ability of the Republican Party to convince people to vote against their own self-interest is fraking genius!

Bring Me Back {Carl Grimes x Reader}

Originally posted by chatnoirs-baton

Synopsis: After Glenn and Abraham’s death, you seek comfort in your best friend Carl.

A/N: It’s kind of bad because I have not wrote in a while, but I felt an insane urge to write about Carl today. Anyways, enjoy!

Many things in the new world were no longer constant. There was no constant source of food, no constant source of safety, and no constant source of hope. What consistently proved to be a loyal factor in your life was the mental turmoil you underwent. It was different for a while though, you had fooled yourself into believing Alexandria was an oasis, shielded from the horrors of the world; it seemed untouchable, indestructible with its steel walls towering below the treeline.

   You thought the walls would keep you safe, they were much like the walls you had constructed around yourself. Walls could save you from the walkers, you knew that, but what they couldn’t save you from was the people who would tear them down, obliterating and burning down the haven you and your family had cried, longed, and killed for.

Each night, after the darkness consumed the room you were able to call your own, your wounded and weary eyes were forcibly clamped shut by the flashes in your head. You were quick to realize that even the gentle lull of sleep was not enough to give you the inner peace you so desperately craved, as the memories vividly replayed in your head, only to be rewound over and over again and again.

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Heavy-Duty Banishing Incense

As promised, here is the recipe for the banishment incense @faithandmagick@thegravityofnothing​ and I used during our exorcism.  It stunk thanks to the Asafoetida. It isn’t a subtle thing.  It set off the smoke alarms but damn, did this do the trick. 

Note: please research all ingredients before handling or burning.  I don’t recommend eating this mixture either.  And yes, it is okay if you don’t have all of the ingredients.  Just use what you have.  Check out my Exorcism and Banishment section on my herbs index for some substitution ideas.  Also, as usual, I don’t do measurements.

  • The ashes of a bay leaf with your intent written on it 
    • (I wrote one that said “BE GONE” and @faithandmagick​ wrote Psalms 23:4)
  • A dog tooth
    • (no animal was harmed in the acquiring of this tooth–it is also still alive)
  • Asafoetida
  • Frankincense resin
  • Myrrh resin
  • Garlic powder
  • Onion powder
  • Benzoin resin
  • Mugwort
  • Patchouli leaves
  • Rosemary
  • Clove powder
  • Five Finger Grass
  • Red Sandalwood powder
  • Yarrow
  • Salt

To Make: Crush the ingredients in a mortar and pestle (or however you want to crush them).  Put them in a sealed jar until ready to use.  

To Use:  Be safe, make sure whatever you burn it in is fireproof and heat resistant.  I used a cast-iron cauldron with a handle so I could hold it and walk around with it. 

Ground yourself / do whatever you need to do in order to get yourself in a calm state of mind.

Open all windows and doors, including any closets, depending on the space you are cleansing.  This gives the entity/energy a “door” to escape out of and nowhere to hide. 

(note: We were doing this at night and turned all the lights off save for a few candles because that was when the entity was active.  You don’t have to do this but it just felt right to do)  

Light your charcoal disk (mine isn’t “lit” until a bunch of little crackly-sparks happen) and wait until it is covered in a white ash.  Carefully pour the incense onto the disk (add more as needed) and walk around your space with the smoke.  Let it fill up the room completely–pushing the energy/entity out.  Get the corners especially and any places that feel “creepy”.  

If it helps to speak aloud, then say something like “this is my space, you are not welcome here, please leave” firmly but not aggressively.  Really feel this feeling.  The energy/entity has overstayed their welcome.  Claim your space. 

(note: if you are doing this for someone else, it is really important that you involve them in this process.  They need to feel confident, so encourage them as best as you can to really take back the space that the energy/entity has invaded.  Since the big cauldron was a little intimidating for our home-owner to hold, we had her wave around a dragons’ blood incense stick instead while we handled the cauldron.)

Let the charcoal burn out completely if you can.  If you’re in a rush, slowly pour some water over it to douse the coals.  Just be careful because it can sputter and some stuff might fly out at you.

Close the windows and doors when you feel that the banishment is concluded.

Cleanse and ground yourself afterwards (recommended but not required).  Have a cup of tea, do something to dejunk and reenergize.  If you are working with someone else, talk with them for awhile.

tbh nobody gave a shit about the people in coal country when their voter turnout was higher and more of their counties were going blue, so idk why i even bother reacting to ppl who are making a point of saying they don’t care about coal country because they think its population led Trump to victory.

Lessons in being gay...

If you had asked me a year ago if I’d choose being straight over being gay, I would have answered “of course!” in a heartbeat. “What a ridiculous and silly question to ask.” I’d probably add in. You might ask “Well don’t you love your girlfriend? You’d give her up to be straight?” And of course I’d answer with “Sure I love her. I love her a lot. But think about how much easier things would be.”

And it would be true. Everything would be easier. Perhaps if I was straight, I would feel like my father loved me. If I was straight, I wouldn’t have to sit there holding back tears as he screamed at me. If I was straight, the island in our kitchen wouldn’t be broken from where he lifted it off it’s base only to slam it back down out of anger. Anger because I was gay and depressed and he couldn’t understand why. Maybe if I could like boys, my parents would go to my wedding. Maybe my mother would choose to be there as I found the perfect dress and the best food. 

If you would have asked me six months ago if I’d choose being straight over being gay, I would have hesitated. “I think so?” I’d answer, though it would sound more like a question to see if you thought it was the right answer. “I feel like I’m supposed to choose being straight. After all, straight is better. Isn’t it?”

I’d weigh my pros and cons. If I was straight, I’d be able to talk to my seven year old sister about boys. Being gay, my mother had forbidden me from dropping even the slightest of hints that I was involved with another girl. But then again, girls were so amazing. More specifically, my girl was amazing. She was soft and my hands had memorized her curves. I had spent my early high school years falling asleep to the thought of what it would feel like with my arm around a girl’s waist, and now I knew. We had fallen asleep beside each other at least a dozen times. I had a queen sized bed, but she tucked into me on the small sliver I slept on. It didn’t matter how big the bed was, personal space wasn’t an option. I was never satisfied. I just wanted to be closer to her. 

If you asked me today if I’d choose being straight over being gay, I’d give you a very confident and firm “No.” There would be no hesitation. I would not second guess myself. If you asked me to explain, I would simply say this:

I have second guessed. I have cried myself to sleep knowing very well that there would be no one walking through my door to hold me. I have been verbally abused by my father for years. There were months at a time where I was afraid to walk into my house, and others where I packed up my things and slept at my grandmother’s if it meant I felt safe. My grandmother knew how to make the best eggs and recorded The Days of Our Lives to watch later so that I could have first choice of the television. My father only knew how to bury his own sadness in my chest, holding it like a burning lump of coal. He never cared if it burned his own hand too just as long as I felt his pain in return. Never once did I ask for this. My life has been uprooted, broken, and reshaped over the course of two years. But in those two years, I have met someone I absolutely adore. As a matter of fact, it’s beyond adore. I am enthralled by every facet of her being. Every day, I am astonished that I continue to feel my love for her grow. I think that my body has reached it’s threshold for affection. I am convinced that I have learned all there is to know about her, and yet there’s always something more. In these two years, I have learned about true loyalty. For each person I’ve lost, there’s another that said “I am still here. And yes, I do love you.”  And when it’s all said and done, it would be far easier to be straight. But if being straight means I would have never known the softness of her skin against my fingertips when we’re curled together in the middle of the night, then fuck that.

Nothing is worth giving that up. I’m sorry that I ever thought there was.

On behalf of all reasonable adults who don’t waste their time with pointless fuckery, I’d like to personally and forcefully grab by the back of the neck each and every single person even tangentially involved with setting off fireworks, city-sanctioned or otherwise, and repeatedly smear their faces into my taint.

Yep, just me, The Fun Police™ again, and if your idea of it is setting off your pissass bottlerockets until 3am in crowded urban areas packed with buildings made out of kindling from 1910 and being the catalyst for an enormous chain reaction of terrified screaming dogs and panicked cats

I hope your anus prolapses and gets caught in the spinning blades of a box fan until it unravels you like an old sweater. 

God Bless America USA #1 HuGs ‘n’ KiSsEs go eat garbage