*gets the urge to delete all my social network accounts, drop out of school and live in the woods*
you can’t just thoreau your life away like that
go to vogue.co.uk and type (on your keyboard) up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A and watch what happens when you keep pressing A
I’m laughing so hard right now I’m crying.
this might go over the heads of some of the kids on here.
did you just
This is the greatest post I have ever seen because it is both a pun and a harsh truth.
I showed this to my 11 year old brother and asked him if he knew what it was. He looked at it for a few seconds and said
"I dunno. a printer?"
i honestly have no idea what this is…
Wait do they actually not use these anymore how do you school without if?????
#OH SNAP IT’S ON #SAMUEL’S ALL COMING IN HERE TRYING TO MAKE BOBBY FEEL LIKE HE’S NOT THEIR ‘REAL’ PARENT #AND BOBBY AIN’T HAVING NONE OF THAT SHIT #UH UH #BITCH I HAVE RAISED THOSE KIDS #AND LOVED THE FUCK OUT OF THOSE LITTLE SHITS #AND YOU COME INTO MY CRIB #AND TRY TO TELL ME I’M PRETENDING TO BE THEIR FATHER #SOMEBODY HOLD MY BEARD #BOBBY SINGER #FUCKING AWESOME
DAYS LEFT IMMEDIATE LIFE OR DEATH HELP NEEDED ONE LAST TIME
Tumblr friends. You all saved my life. Unfortunately I need help one last time to keep it that way.
You helped me pay down a hospital bill so I could have major brain surgery in October. Well, the bill for that is $9,600- Medicaid covered the hospital, NOT the doctor(!!). due to financial hardship, it’s reduced to $4,500. (more than half my annual income, on Disability).
The problem: the doctor HAS TO adjust and monitor my new neuro implant every other week, and I WILL DIE WITHOUT THE ADJUSTMENTS. But he is NOT ALLOWED to see me more than once more unless this is paid.
The reduction has conditions: I must pay $1,000 by Dec 16, and the $3,500 balance by Dec 23.
This is a terrible blow to me, unreal. The frustration and fear is simply overwhelming.
So, sadly, I must ask for help one least time (I’ll get on Free Care in April). You’ve all already been so generous. The SPNFamily, fandoms, and Tumblr at large has been amazing. And if there were any way to avoid asking, I would.
PLEASE DONATE IF YOU CAN! I’ve set up a PayPal with the email email@example.com to accept funds (if you “send to a friend” there’s no fee). The hospital can only accept payment from me.
I know the Holidays are already an expensive time. Maybe give someone the gift of saving a life in their name? And I know I recently got so much help from you all. If I had any way to avoid this I would. And of course I’m happy to repay with fics, songs, editing, or anything I can.
As it is I’m also homeless and sometimes staying with my violent abusive parents, other times staying with friends. Every cent I get is going to other medical expenses and necessities.
PLEASE SHARE THIS as far and wide as you can! Share it as text so everyone can read and share again. Whether or not you can give, others may be able to.
Thank you all so so much! Below are some photos just to show what I mean. They called me with the settlement, but the original bill is there, as well as a few of my scars (yes they shaved the whole side of my head).
Thank you again! PLEASE DONATE AND SHARE IF YOU CAN, and ask me any questions.
[Update: WOW! So far you’ve all gotten me to almost half of the total bill! YOU ARE AMAZING! PLEASE DONATE AND KEEP SHARING so I can survive this!]
Sopranish is my friend, and I’ve personally witnessed the reality of her struggles, so I can vouch for both the urgency and the legitimacy of this plea for help. She is on a time crunch and really scared, so any shares or donations would be so, so appreciated. Every little thing helps!!
Barbara Winslow, Feminist Movements: Gender and Sexual Equality
The next time someone tells me that you can’t have feminism in historical settings I’m going to print out 1,000 copies of this post, bind the paper, and throw it at them.
L'hiver s'installe doucement dans la nuit La neige est reine à son tour Un royaume de solitude Ma place est là pour toujours Le vent qui hurle en moi ne pense plus à demain Il est bien trop fort J'ai lutté, en vain Cache tes pouvoirs, n'en parle pas Fais attention, le secret survivra Pas d'états d'âme, pas de tourments De sentiments Libérée, Délivrée Je ne mentirai plus jamais Libérée, Délivrée C'est décidé, je m'en vais J'ai laissé mon enfance en été ! Perdue dans l'hiver.. Le froid est pour moi, Le prix de la liberté Quand on prend de la hauteur Tout semble insignifiant La tristesse, l'angoisse et la peur M'ont quittés depuis longtemps Je veux voir ce que je peux faire De cette magie pleine de mystère.. Le bien, le mal je dis tant pis... TANT PIS ! Libérée, Délivrée Les étoiles me tendent les bras, Libérée, Délivrée Non je ne pleure pas ! Me voilà Oui, je suis là Perdue dans l'hiver... Mon pouvoir vient du ciel Et envahit l'espace ! Mon âme s'exprime en dessinant et sculptant dans la glace ! Et mes pensées sont des fleurs de cristal gelées Je ne reviendrai pas Le passé est l'passé Libérée, Délivrée Désormais plus rien ne m'arrête Libérée, Délivrée Plus de princesse parfaite Je suis là, comme je l'ai rêvé ! Perdue dans l'hiver Le froid est pour moi, Le prix de la liberté
Day7: Fav Fire Type
This took a while to do AHh!
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so this is their grave, right? dean, sam, and castiel were buried here. somewhere on bobby’s property. damn angel made a tree when he died.
There’s an abandoned field round these parts. Maybe you’ve heard of it? This drunk used to run a salvage yard outta there, some guy named Singer. Never met the man myself, but my father says he went crazy after he killed his wife, rambling about ghosts and demons. I don’t think anyone even cared when he died. When I was fourteen, me and my friends decided to check the place out. Folks around here say it’s haunted, but we didn’t buy into all that. My dad had already been, says there was nothing to see, but we had to check it out. We didn’t find any ghosts or monsters, or anything else really out of the ordinary. Mostly, there were just scraps of metal, cars that never got repaired. We were on our way out when we saw it. This old, black car was parked in the middle of a field with Kansas plates, and a tree had shot up through the hood. Now, my dad never said nothing about a tree growin up through no car, and a tree that size don’t just shoot up overnight. We ran, told everyone, but no one believed us. Said, that tree had probably been like that for years. Finally, we talked to some old woman, claimed she used to be the sheriff around these parts. She told me the day the car came to park there was the day three boys died and saved the world. She said one of em was an angel and the other two were brothers and they stopped something called a Leviathan from ‘eating the world.’ Her words, not mine. We thought she was insane, and we didn’t think much on it until a couple a years ago. Now, my kids had been up there, my grandkids when they got old enough, and it was fine, none of em thinking anything was wrong with the place. I was walking with my daughter’s baby girl, she couldn’ta been more than five at the time, and we passed the tree. She tugged at my hand, said, “Gran,” and she’s smiling the biggest smile I ever saw. I said, “What, baby girl?” And she asks if I see them. I shake my head. She says, “Sam, Dean, and Cas. They’re sleeping now, Gran. They were so tired.” Needless to say, I got us out of there pretty quick, but I’ll never forget what she said. She draws them sometimes. One’s really freakin’ tall with too long hair. The other kinda reminds me of James Dean, and the last one. She says he’s an angel, and I just wanna know what kinda angel parades around in a dirty trench coat. She says they were heroes, and I think maybe that old sheriff I met when I was kid wasn’t so crazy after all.
JUST LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE