his other friend

For those of you who can not contact family in Puerto Rico right now/Para aquellos de ustedes que no pueden ponerse en contacto con la familia en Puerto Rico en este momento

Here are some suggestions for contacting them/Aquí hay algunas sugerencias para contactar con ellos.

202-778-0710 (Federal Affairs Administration- may not work due to downed telephone lines/ Administración de asuntos federales- puede no funcionar debido a las líneas telefónicas derribadas)

maria1@prfaa.pr.gov (Disaster relief team/equipo de socorro en casos de desastre)

Red Cross “Safe and Well” website

“Safety Check Hurricane Maria” on Facebook

“Puerto Rico Maria Updates” on Facebook

Contacting local officials is also an option/Ponerse en contacto con los funcionarios locales es también una opción.

San Juan:
Jaime Gonzalez
787-614-7606
Tel. 787-294-0277
Fax 787-294-1165
Email: jgonzalez@prema.pr.gov

Vega Baja:
Victor Sánchez Rivera
939-640-6158
Tel. 787-965-7770
Fax 787-855-2511
Email: vsanchez@prema.pr.gov

Arecibo
Juan C. Santos Santos
939-292-3116
Tel. 787-878-3454
Fax 787-878-3637
Email: jsantos@prema.pr.gov 

Aguadilla
Elvis Morales
939-640-6155
Tel. 787-882-6871
Fax 787-882-6850
Email: emorales@prema.pr.gov  

Mayaguez
Alberto Trabal Alicea
939-640-6156
Tel. 787-833-7272, 7372,9494, 9594
Fax 787-805-5530
Email: atrabal@prema.pr.gov 

Ponce
Paul Fourquet
939-640-6157
Tel. 787-844-8272
Fax 787-844-8280
Email: pfourquet@prema.pr.gov  

Utuado
Angel L. Pérez 787-614-5704
Tel. : 787-814-7680
Fax : 787-750-8098
Email: aperez@prema.pr.gov  

Comerio
Luis Guillermo Torres Negrón
939-640-6161
Tel. 787-867-7000
Fax 787-867-1220
Email: ltorres@prema.pr.gov  

Guayama
Carlos A. Reyes Rivera
939-640-6159
Tel. 787-864-1600/1690
Fax 787-866-8619
Email: careyes@prema.pr.gov  

Caguas
George L. Pacheco
939-640-6162
Tel. : 787-656-9643 - 9642
Fax : 787-961-9920
Email: gpacheco@prema.pr.gov  

Humacao
Orlando Díaz Flores
939-640-6149
Tel. 787-852-4044
Fax 787-852-3476
Email: odiaz@prema.pr.gov  

Ceiba
Francisco Bruno Orellano
939-640-6163
Tel. 787-863-3330
Fax 787-863-3337
Email: fbruno@prema.pr.gov

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Rage

Draco feels a tremor tear through him. His fists are clenched, his jaw muscles tense, his chest tight, his knees wobbly. He’s breathing heavily as his stomach twists viciously, the hot feeling inside it beginning to spread, infecting the rest of his body. Like venom. He stares down the empty corridor, lit by torches. His vision blurs, little spots appearing in front of him. He feels dizzy. He wants to scream. He wants this feeling inside of him to take physical form, so he can punch it, destroy it.

He wants the rage to leave his body.

Well, what Draco really wants is the cause of his rage to go away. How many letters from his father is he supposed to receive calmly, while Lucius keeps going on and on about how disappointed he is in his son, not sure if he can be even called his son any longer.

Draco feels sick. His stomach gives another twist, but Draco refuses to show weakness. He will not be sick. No. He hears, rather than feels, his jaw cracking as he tenses his muscles further. His arms are shaking now. Unthinkingly, he turns to the wall and punches it. Hard. He feels no pain, but there’s another cracking sound.

Draco feels his eyes sting, which only makes him angrier. This will not make him cry. He will not spill a single tear over this. And yet, he can’t seem to stop the hot tears from running down his cheeks.

He startles when he hears footsteps echoing off the walls. He hastily wipes the tears away with his sleeve and looks up. Of course. Of course it has to be Potter!

“Malfoy.” He sounds puzzled. “What are you doing here?”

Draco doesn’t answer and averts his eyes, in fear of Potter noticing he just had a moment of weakness.

“Malfoy,” Potter repeats. Draco feels a new surge of anger course through him. He wants to hit Potter. Hexing him wouldn’t be gratifying enough. He wants to physically injure him with his hands, his whole body.

Before Potter knows what’s happening, Draco lunges at him. His fist connects with his jaw and Potter stumbles backward. He blinks a few times, obviously flabbergasted and blinks at Draco stupidly. After a moment, he frowns.

“What the hell, Malfoy?”

Draco lunges at him again, trying to land a punch. His vision blurs once more, making it difficult to see where to hit Potter. But it doesn’t matter. Draco doesn’t care which part of Potter he will injure, as long as it hurts. He wants Potter to hurt as much as he does.

But Potter is fighting back. He hits Draco in the stomach, making him flinch. He welcomes the sharp pain. It numbs the other sensations in his body. It doesn’t last long, though. Once again, he feels detached from his body.

Draco’s not sure, but he thinks he got Potter on his shoulder and punched his chest, knocking the breath out of him. When Draco starts whirling around again, striking out in an uncontrolled manner, he suddenly feels arms encircling him, clutching him.

“Damn it, Malfoy, stop,” Potter shouts. He tightens his grip, trying to get Draco to stop moving. Draco fights against the restraint, tries to break free, but Potter is apparently stronger than him.

“Bloody hell, I heard you’ve been starting fights lately for no apparent reason,” Potter squeezes out while Draco still tries to get him off him. “What is the matter with you?”

Draco just grunts and tries to shove his elbow into Potter’s side. He fails. When all his attempts fail, he finally slumps down. Potter, surprised by the sudden extra weight, tumbles and they both go down.

Draco needs a moment to realise he’s half sitting in Potter’s lap, his body still somewhat encircled by Potter’s arms. It’s too much. Draco can’t take this. The hot tears he spilled earlier are nothing compared to what’s happening right now. He’s choking on his own sobs, every inhale torture to his lungs.

He can’t even win a fight against Potter, Draco thinks bitterly. Is his father right? Is Draco really a disappointment? Draco is faintly aware that he’s heaving and puffing, his chest aching.

“Malfoy,” Potter says quietly, uncertainty clear in his voice. He hasn’t moved his arms and Draco wants to slap them away, because the warmth that’s seeping through his robes is too bittersweet for him to bear. It’s not Potter’s intention to comfort him with this proximity.

“Your hand,” Potter suddenly mutters. Draco looks down at it. His hand his bruised and swollen, the skin on his knuckles cracked. He still doesn’t feel any pain. He’s just numb, like most days lately, not in control of his own body.

He hates that he can’t get up and just leave. He’s still sitting in Potter’s lap, sobbing like a child. Draco feels a tentative finger under his chin and tries to jerk his head away, but Potter’s grip is firm. He forces Draco to look at him and Draco can do nothing against it. He stares at Potter as several emotions pass over his face. His eyes are wide and his mouth opens to release a warm puff of breath. Draco feels it on his face and it’s like Potter has struck him.

The aching in his chest worsens and Draco breaks down completely. He lets his head fall down, not caring where it lands. The fingers under his chin disappear, as Draco’s head hits something solid. Potter’s shoulder, he realises, when something soft tickles his ear. Potter’s hair.

Draco knows this is wrong. He knows Potter is getting a glimpse of something, Draco has been trying to hide from everyone. He can’t show weakness. He just can’t.

He isn’t sure, at first, if he’s imagining something pressing into his back and the warmth on his cheek, until he tries to turn his head and finds that he can’t. Because Potter’s cheek is pressing into his, his arms are around Draco once more. He’s drawing circles on Draco’s back with his palms rather awkwardly.

Draco really does know this is wrong and he has no idea what possessed Potter to actually try and comfort him, but when Draco feels a warm hand move over his head and begins stroking his hair, Draco closes his eyes and decides that, just for tonight, he will forget about everything that is wrong.

Okay but you know what doesn’t sit well with me? The fact that Gansey doesn’t actually receive a lot of validation from his friends?? They all think about how amazing he is, how admirable, how unique, etc (I’m looking at Ronan and Adam POV’s, cause whoo boy), but how often do they actually tell him this?? 

I mean, Gansey didn’t actually understand how much his friends loved him until they followed him into the cave/tunnel in trk!! And he didn’t even think they would come in the first place!! I’ll admit, maybe it’s because it’s been a couple of months since I read the books and fanon is influencing my interpretation, but while someone will think something nice about Gansey, all they’ll say out loud is, “Your shoes are hideous” or “You’re such a buzzkill” or “Why do you talk like that?” Like, he doesn’t actually receive a lot of nice comments from Ronan or Adam??

please just compliment my boy Gansey and tell him that you love him

hey, remember when lars:
  • obviously had social anxiety issues and desperately wanted the cool kids to accept him and to fit in
  • didn’t exactly get along on the best of terms with steven, but still wasn’t a complete asshole to him (was visibly apologetic when he made steven angry for insulting his mom, smiled and returned the chest high-five steven gave him)
  • was, as a kid in the flashback in horror club, shown as kind towards ronaldo and accidentally, not on purpose, tore his picture apart due to his major self-esteem issues
  • actually attempted to credit steven for saving the cool kids from rose’s moss despite the fact that he could have taken all the credit due to his desire to be accepted and thought of highly by the cool kids
  • was shown having hidden talents, such as cooking
  • got genuinely concerned over spilling coffee on garnet in the episode future vision and asked if she was okay

had a jerkish, standoffish personality but obviously had many self-esteem related issues underneath it all that could have potentially been fleshed out and allow him to grow to become a wiser, well-rounded character and realize that it’s okay to be yourself? i miss that lars

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MY BOY FINN IS GOING TO BE CHARLIE BUCKET IN THE WILLY WONKA CONCERT IM SCREAMING

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Z Nation meme | four relationships [¼]  —– Murphy and Warren

I’m counting on you.

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“Gee, Mister. You must know Wedge Antilles really well. What’s your name?” “Luke Skywalker, at your service!” — Star Wars: X-Wing Rogue Squadron Special

Some days I am absolutely convinced that the Legends of Tomorrow writers room just consists of a bunch of people playing a weird tabletop RPG and writing down whatever happens:

DM: the countdown is nearly up, and NASA is about to discover the time travellers on the moon

Stein’s player: I start singing the ‘Banana Boat Song’

DM: *sighs* roll

IDK why current Marvel is so insistent on making sure Tony has no friends ever? Historically he’s done best as a character when he’s been:

A) Having a great time with his long-time well-established friends
B) Getting support from those friends
C) Saving or being saved by those friends

Like yeah, sure, ok give me so delicious “life is pain but I must overcome” Tony Stark TM self-sacrificing behaviour, but please let him have FRIENDS while it happens? Stop vagueing about it, Marvel! Just let people say they like Tony! 

Preferably to his face.

  1. the girl opens with, “hey, zombie boy,” which we know is deeply upsetting to him, and he does appear to be unsettled by it
  2. his initial response is to say no - she asks, “do you want to dance?” and he says, “um, i don’t…” and only goes with her, mumbling, “yeah, sure, why not” after his friends nudge and glare at him
  3. in a montage of all his other friends dancing with their partners, big smiles on their faces, the camera pans to him with a stiff smile on his face as sting sings, “every smile you fake”
  4. noah schnapp is a good actor; we know what will’s smile looks like, and that’s not it
  5. 🤔
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Shisui Week day 6: Tattoo Kagami Uchiha

Random HC

Black Hat tests a lot of Flug’s inventions himself when he’s bored.

By that I mean he drinks poison causally and refuses to take the antidote so he’ll feel how lethal it is in his gut.

Flug’s goal is to make a poison strong enough to make Black Hat at least a little sick.

The closest he’s gotten was one mixture that caused Black Hat to cough twice.