caelestys:

sergeantsleighbells:

au where the government incarcerate bucky in a high security secret facility and the avengers just conspire and break him out and when a government official comes to stark tower and is like ‘hey give barnes back’ tony is just like ‘he’s not here’ and the dude is all ‘he is sat right there’ and tony just goes ‘nah thats my cousin sergei’ and the government can’t do anything bc technically bucky barnes has been dead for 70 years and every year the facility gets a christmas card from the tower signed steve, tony, clint, natasha, bruce, thor and ‘cousin sergei’ and the card is just a picture of bucky with reindeer antlers on

i reblog this every fucking time

Please help me get out of my toxic home

doodlemancy:

I have chronic pain and generalized anxiety that prevent me from working more than one day a week. Due to my severe anxiety, I have not learned to drive. My mother just had emergency surgery due to a huge infection. My aunt has been staying with us to help with her recovery. They have a rocky relationship and because of their fighting, my home has been becoming less and less livable. I’ve been doing what I can to help, I’ve been throwing myself into it and putting my own needs third for weeks, but now my aunt is starting to act manipulative and passive-aggressive and asking me to take on unreasonable tasks (”I need you to learn to drive in two weeks”) and repeatedly trying to drag me into the conflicts between them against my will, even though I’ve clearly expressed to her that I don’t want to be involved. She uses her own mental illness and her sacrifice as a bludgeon to force me to comply. It makes me anxious just to overhear them fighting. I have been running at 110% power with almost no time to recharge since the 20th of April. I am constantly on edge, I can barely sleep, my ability to care for myself is getting sloppy and I’m not sure how much longer I can go on living under 24/7 emotional warfare, and because my mother was in such bad health and she keeps hitting bumps (a stroke, a cold, more abscesses) there is no clear end in sight to this. I could potentially be living in this miasma of hostility all summer.

I feel bad for them, but they’re toxic. My mother has been insensitive, dismissive, and passive-aggressive to me for years, even through the worst of my debilitating shoulder injury and the complete mental breakdown that followed it, and now my aunt is starting to hurt me too. I feel cornered and scared. I am reaching meltdown. My mental health is getting so bad that when they return from doctor’s appointments I go into a state of denial where I repeatedly convince myself they aren’t home yet. I have started to have suicidal thoughts. My therapist has advised me to remove myself from the situation if things continue this way. They need and deserve help, yes, but it cannot come from me. I have been desperate to leave for a long time, but I was waiting for a promise of stability, and now it’s become clear that I can’t wait any longer.

I need money to make my escape. It is also likely that wherever I move to will put me out of range of my job, and I will lose it.

If you like my art and are willing to throw some dollars my way, please consider supporting my Patreon. I’m working on a visual novel called Iron Company and you’ll get access to playable alphas.

If you’d like to, you can also donate via PayPal, my paypal email is doodlemancy@gmail.com. 

Please do not feel like you have to donate even if you know me. If you are a Patron already, please don’t feel pressured to raise your pledge. You are already helping. Please only give what you can afford to and are willing to. I promise I will pay it forward.

knowledgeandlove:

Like I remember when my mom declared bankruptcy and we were going to school with a fucking slice of cheese between two pieces of bread and a Baggie of powdered milk to add water to for lunch.

I remember my mother crying at the table with bills spread out and a calculator, looking at the numbers and crying.

I remember having this jug we saved all our change in for YEARS, trying to save up for a nice vacation somewhere, and the day all of our hearts broke when we had to empty it out and roll the change up to use for gas money.

I remember being that poor. And I remember my mother taking us to McDonald’s - often.

I remember being that poor, and I remember my mother treating herself to a cup of Tim Hortons on days she just wanted to have something nice. That was my mothers “treat yourself” days. A fucking cup of god damn coffee.

So seriously? Fuck every single person who scoffs at poor people who eat fast food and grab a cup of coffee on the go.

Fuck each and every single one of you who judge the FUCK out of those people. Who the hell are you to judge?????

still mad that they dont sell adult heelys in australia JSYK

erotibot-art:

I know some people will probably disagree with me on this, but I genuinely believe that beginning artists need support and encouragement MORE than they need criticism. Drawing has an extremely steep learning curve, and most of us start at the bottom of that curve, so it can be incredibly easy to convince yourself that you are not good enough, and never will be. Criticism has its time and place on the road to improvement, but sometimes criticism can make the incredible challenge of learning how to draw that much more frustrating and demoralizing. Artists often grow and find their own answers to their problems, and encouragement and kindness (especially from a skilled artist) can be a powerful tool in facilitating that growth. If you’re reading this, pass along some kind words to a fellow artist in need.

gwendolinechristie:

when u get an ask: kill bill sirens

when the ask turns out to be positive: oh

witchbreaux:

a friend *stabs me in the kidney and empties my bank account*
me: I can’t believe you would do this! I thought you cared about me!
me a few days later: I apologize for shouting at you and I think I definitely need to recognize the part I played in this situation cos it’s not all on you. Anyways I think we can work past this.

supernova-betta:

followthebluebell:

justaheartbrokenfangirl:

I had this girl in my class and she was considered to be like really dumb. She’d ask a ton of doubts and questions in class, which everybody would consider to be “stupid"and “silly” and even the teachers would often taunt her but she’d never stop asking. But the thing was that she’d almost always top the class examinations and everyone was like???? They all thought she was cheating and stuff and obviously even the teachers were very biased because she wasn’t so ‘smart’ in class, and she was regularly accused of cheating. But nobody could prove that she was actually cheating but the whole class and teachers totally believed that she did. I’m pretty socially awkward so I never really talked to her, but she was leaving school this year and I was genuinely curious about how she was so good during exams and how she didn’t let everyone’s remarks affect her. She always used to sit and hang out with only one girl, and she told me that that friend of hers was severely socially anxious and she’d lag in studies because she couldn’t bring herself to ask doubts in class or ask for help from others. So they had this system where during lectures her friend would write down any question she had, and she would ask them for her. And I was just so touched??? Idk but it really changed the way I looked at people?? This girl endured taunts and jeers and borderline bullying for being “stupid” when she was actually really smart and could easily have refused to ask such doubts for her friend but she did?? And brushed off everything others would throw at her for her friend?? I was just, idk it just really changed me in some way.

This is also a commentary on ableism and how hurtful it is. One girl was so afraid of being seen as “stupid” that it stopped her from learning. And, judging by how her friend was treated for asking those questions, she was right to be afraid.

Ya know, teachers always said “don’t be afraid to ask questions.”

But do you know what happened when you asked questions, at least at my school(s)? They would say “I just taught this, weren’t you paying attention?” So of course that made many of the students feel like idiots because they asked for help, like they should have understood right away.

This girl did something so many of us were afraid to do, and it wasn’t even for herself.