Might I Offer You Some Fluff, In These Trying Times Of Chap 117?

I think Julia deserves to know how far this has gotten

"we don't have girl talk, we have creature talk," my roommate Julia just said while rolling on the floor, "put that on your fucking tumblr, they'll love that shit"

UPDATE: ITS BACK!!!

Me, finishing a fic: that was pretty good, wonder if there’s more of this concept…

There is.

Clicks tag.

Ao3: is down

Me: checks tumblr

Tumblr: it’s down

Me:

Me: fuck

Yeah! What if I NEED the cursed amulet, huh!!!

You can survive almost anything through the right combination of:

Bitching and moaning

Hater-ology

Doing a goofy little bit about it

Having a buddy say "that's so fucked up" at intermittent points (you can also be your own buddy)

Destroying the cursed amulet you carry everywhere, why do you even have that thing

[screenshot of the “oh my god I’ve only seen this post in screenshots” comment]

why is no one talking about this???

[wrong information]

“…and there was Wei Wuxian, the king of NOT being AroAce.”

holy shi t my brain was cooking in my dream

I want my mother; the woman both a room away and ten years out of reach.

Isn’t it funny?

A tear turns into sniffles turns into sobbing turns into six years old with hands outstretched.

Hands soon to be smacked away by the bite of thoughtless words.

Hands that learn it’s better to cinch at the waist lest they get smacked once again.

Hands that soon don’t even bother to squeeze back once taken back in an effort to mend.

The tears that don’t seem to stop, even when the pain has long since passed.

The urge to cling and beg for mother’s attention that will not be given.

A woman who is not at fault, but will shoulder the blame anyway because to place it elsewhere is to place it on the intangible.

A woman who sleeps only a room away yet stays ten years out of reach.

Why tf did a quiz asking my fav colors just drag me so bad???

where’s that quiz where you choose lke 4 colours u like and 4 u dont and it hands your ass on a plate

My friend Amal shared this to try and get her friends out of Gaza. Please d0n@te if you can, it’s very expensive to go through the Rafah crossing into Egypt.

gofundme.com

Help Me Get My Friend's Family out of Gaza, organized by Steve Tamari

Help Me Get My Friend's Family out of Gaza My name is Steve Tamari and I … Steve Tamari needs your support for Help Me Get My Friend's

Yeah, this is actually so important actually! There was this set of twins (a boy and a girl) on the street where my paternal grandmother lived, and I was about four years older than them. The girl had what I believe is a speech impediment. Her voice was super high pitched and she couldn’t pronounce a lot of things, so she was hard to understand.

The street also mostly had boys, so they didn’t really want to play with her. So every time I’d come and visit my Grammy, she’d cling to my presence pretty hard. I also really clinged to her as well. She was noticeably more happy and excited whenever I was around because I was one of the few people outside of her family that would actually try to converse with her. Not just halfheartedly including her to not get into trouble.

I’m so glad I got to be apart of her life and be there for her.

consider: teenagers aren’t apathetic about everything they’re just used to you shitting all over whatever they show excitement about