Trying to love me.

sext: i want to pay bills and share household duties and approach our late 20’s in a financially and emotionally stable way with you

You’re in charge of assigning every child on Earth the monster under their bed. One child in particular has caused every monster assigned to him/her to quit. You decide to assign yourself.

Case: #273402 Status: Disastrous.

I stare at the file and realize I have no options, over the last 2 years every monster assigned to Charlotte Dower has quit, every last one. Her first monster; a giant goldfish-faced humanoid named Bubba, had been with her for four years, and then she wasn’t scared of him anymore. After that it was a string of different common, uncommon, and rare monsters… I even assigned a sentient sock monster to her. He came back crying! I look on my tablet, only one assignable monster left; myself. Field work has never been my cup of tea, but desperate times call for desperate measures. So at 8:03 pm, after Mrs. Gideon tucks in Charlotte and her little brother Daniel; I slither into the space beneath Charlotte’s bed. Across the room underneath Daniel’s crib is a rookie, Chico, a standard Creep kind of monster. I turn my attention to the bed above me, Charlotte is still awake but barely, I reach up over the bed and run an ice cold finger over her cheek, silence, so I do it again. “I’m not afraid of you monster!” She whispers, but her voice is shaking. I can see a small clock on the wall 8:14, a door somewhere in the house slams and there is an audible hitch of breath from above me. A few minutes go by I can hear Francis Gideon yelling at his wife. There are heavy footsteps on the stairs, and loud panting breaths, Charlotte scrambles off the bed and… She. CRAWLS. Under. The. Bed. With. Me. “Move. Over!” Charlotte hisses at me. I do. The door to the bedroom slams open and I smell the stench of human intoxicants before the man even steps inside. I know why Charlotte isn’t afraid of any of my monsters; she’s afraid of her own. Francis reaches a hand under the bed and I thrust my wrist into it, he starts to pull, I slither out. “What the…” I cut Francis’s next words off by unfolding to my full 12 foot height. Looming over the drunken man I caress my cold fingers down his face. “If you ever touch, scare, or harm my child again, I will find you, and I will do the same to you, for all eternity.” I promise to him. As Francis runs from the room he soils himself. I pull Charlotte from under the bed, tuck her back under her covers and kiss her forehead goodnight. “I’ll be back tomorrow night, sleep well darling.” Charlotte Dower is my child, I am the monster under her bed.

WELL GODAMN, WE HAVE OURSELVES A WINNER

Holy shit I’m gonna cry that’s beautiful.

lets not forget this gem

cant believe we’re leaving out this

and more importantly this

interesting how you forgot 

and

ok but

and

hmmm and perhaps

and these ones too

I’m not sure how you managed to forget this gem:

“It’s giving yourself space and chances to breathe and feel, accept and release, laugh and heal. Autumn: where change is the only constant. And it’s golden.” // See full post here!

I decided to create a masterpost that would help you with what you are struggling with. Hopefully any of the links below will help you! Reminder; You’re going to be okay. What you are going through will pass, just remember to breathe. 

————————————————————————————-

Distractions;

Here are some distractions to help keep your mind occupied so you aren’t too focused on your thoughts. 

Sleep issues; 

 Uncomfortable with silence; 

Anxiety; 

Sad, angry and depressed/depression; 

Isolation and loneliness; 

 Self-harm;

Addiction; 

 Eating disorders; 

 Dealing with self-hatred;  

 Suicidal; 

 Schizophrenia;

OCD;

Borderline personality disorder; 

Abuse; 

 Bullying;

 Loss and grief; 

(Other loss and grief)

 Getting help; 

Things you need to remember; 

Please remember to look after yourself and know that you are more than worth it and you deserve to be happy. Keep smiling butterflies x

God bless the person who made this

I needed this right now. I needed this and it’s here. Thank you.

Only as an adult do I finally understand this joke.

It is our duty as feminists to protect and respect women in Hijabs

Now. More. Than. Ever.

Question: if I see someone pull off a Hijab, what should I do? I know there are reasons they are worn so I want to if i should stand in between them and who did this, should i protect them from view somehow, or something else? This has been happening a lot so I feel it’s something everyone needs to know.

Good question! I cannot correctly and effectively answer, as I am a white, non-Muslim person; however, I will reblog in case any of my followers can answer. 

I asked my Hijabi friend, so here’s one Hijabi’s answer: 

“my opinion is, definitely try cover them or give them something to cover themselves with. And perhaps shoo off the person, without putting oneself in danger! God forbid, if that happened to me, I would like someone to come and comfort me and give me something to cover my hair with and then help me report it to the cops “

(Followers, if any of you are hijabi and would like to expand on this answer or offer alternatives, please do.)

I would definitely agree that the best thing would be to cover her as quickly as possible while assessing the danger in the situation. Obviously safety comes first and if the covering has to be delayed to accommodate that, I at least would be grateful anyway. And one more thing, if you’re a man and this happens do your best to not look at her head if the safety of the situation allows. Look at the ground as you walk over and hold out whatever you’re offering to her until she indicates that she’s covered. For me and likely most other hijabis having our hijab torn off would be just as degrading and traumatizing as having any other piece of clothing removed without consent.

“But we are not men.”

I was eating dinner with my mom and when she went to pay I noticed a “Hooters” frequent diner card or whatever in her wallet. I asked her WTF, and she explained that a friend of hers got a coupon for the grand opening and so a group of them went for lunch just to try it out. This is a group that consists of women from their 50s into their 80s. Apparently the food decent but the service was amazing, and the servers were “all such wonderful girls, so sweet! Said it was nice to take a break from all the gross men they had to deal with.” So they decided to come back. Now they go once a week at least, and the Hooters waitresses fight each other for who gets to serve them. Anyhow I thought it was cute. 

I am all for the idea of a bunch of aunties and grandmas invading a space typically dominated by men acting like gross creepers and just taking the fuck over and being nice to the ladies on staff.

Because who the fuck is gonna argue with an army of polite older ladies?

Nobody, that’s who.

‘Love Trumps Hate. Protests – in cities including New York City, Chicago, San Francisco, Oakland, Philadelphia and Seattle.’

fancasting the 2020 election: an obama/harris ticket, “Foresight for 2020″ is their campaign slogan

No, Joe. (via hansmollman)

If you also voted for Trump as a joke, you should probably keep that to yourself. If this goes very bad, take that secret to your grave in 2018.

also if you voted for Donald Trump as a joke you’re an idiot and I have no sympathy for you 

ITS BREXIT FUCKING AGAIN

Everyone who voted for trump as a joke has to answer to everyone he hurts in these next four years…