Reblog to have something good happen at 1:42 tomorrow

this is awesome

I wish ppl would react like this

i know a lot of you don’t give a fuck about latinos issues, but venezuela may or may not be entering in a TOTAL dictatorship tomorrow, and i’m so fucking angry, i’m so sad…i’m not venezuelan i’m argentinian and i’m so angry because we can’t do shit to help our venezuelan friends we can do nothing to help the people from venezuela we can just PRAY that everything will okay and venezuela can kick maduro’s ass out of their country, so CAN YOU [THE REST OF THE WORLD] JUST HELP US, LATINOAMERICA, PRAYING FOR VENEZUELA??? please, i’m losing my shit out here because i don’t have not a single way to contact my venezuelan friend and i’m fucking worried. sorry for swearing i’m really freaking out

Fifteen people died in riots yesterday (July 30, 207) alone. People are literally starving to death, not because they don’t have any money, but because there simply isn’t any food in supermarkets across the country. The shelves are completely bare - no food, no water, no toilet paper, no nothing.

This isn’t a political crisis anymore. It’s a humanitarian crisis. And it pisses me off that people don’t care about it as much as they would if this wasn’t happening in a Latinamerican country. You KNOW this wouldn’t have gotten this far if it was France, or the UK, or Canada. But because the people suffering are Latinos, the global community doesn’t give a shit, and that directly leads to people dying.

#listen I’m Colombian and the horror stories we hear about what’s going on at the border chill me to the bone#please do whatever you can to help Venezuela

do you know of anything those of us living in north america or elsewhere can do to help?  if not that’s totally fine it’s not your responsibility at all, just wondering since you are a lot closer geographically to what’s happening than i am.

Protesting the Corrupt Venezuelan Government - 2017

Huffington Post

THE REVOLUTION IS COMING

So, I don’t usually talk about politics or anything related but I'M PISSED. Lately, a lot of shit has been going on in the world and all I can say is that I’m tired. 

What I am bitching about?

Honestly, I don’t know anymore, too many damn things have happened that I’m no longer sure what the hell is going on. 

What have I done to help? 

Nothing. That’s the main problem a lot of us who cares haven’t done shit. And don’t get me wrong is not that I don’t want to help is just that either I don’t know what to do or I can’t do much…

AND… I HATE THIS. 

I HATE not being able to do shit. I HATE that I have to continue with my life as if nothing is happening. I HATE that those who can do something choose to ignore and those who care are powerless.  I HATE that when I ask “what can I do?” all I hear is “pray for them”.  I HATE to admit that I’m just as useless as millions of people who can’t do shit to help. I HATE this situation

But, WE CAN’T GIVE UP. 

If you are able to do something DO IT.

If you see someone getting their rights getting trampled STAND FOWARD.

If your human rights are the ones being trampled SPEAK UP (I know it is hard and nearly impossible sometimes but YOU CAN DO IT).

We have in our hand’s something years ago didn’t exist. WE HAVE THE INTERNET. WE HAVE SOCIAL MEDIA. Let’s use them in our favor. 

Let’s stop hiding behind useless stuff and actually hear people’s problems. Let’ s speak up and share. Let’s be all united. 

Let’s help each other. Forget our differences and use them as a weapon against those who try to push us down. Let’s fight for our freedom and peace! Sure the journey will be tough but I KNOW we can do it. 

A revolution is happening, and know this bc people are talking we are not going to sit back and watch we will fight for what we believe. 

Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness we will fight for this ideas and we shouldn’t settle for less. 

-Karma

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Situación de Venezuela.

V E N E Z U E L A

With an amount of “voters” that never really existed, the government just declared complete dictatorship is just around the corner. It was already there, it has been for quite a long while but now it will be official.

I will never, as long as I live, NEVER forgive the lack of common sense and observation to all the evidence that pointed out that Hugo Chavez will only bring misery and hunger to my country, in those who voted for him in 1998. This is exactly what it was about to happen? You really thought it wouldn’t? 

Never doubt this is all his doing. It’s a different player, but it’s exactly the same game that was started almost 20 years ago. The same game that has taken so many lives, so much potential, so much innocence.

I will never forgive your envy, I will never forgive your ignorance, I will never, ever forgive your poor spirit that thought if he didn’t “save” us all, he would definitely fuck everyone up. You got what you wished for. I really hope you’re happy. 

To you:

Read the news. Step out of your fucking bubble and learn from other countries so history won’t repeat itself in yours. Stop thinking they can’t, stop thinking they won’t, stop thinking someone will stop them. YOU have to stop them. Don’t wait until is too late, the signs are already there. 

can you guys believe it’s official we’re fucked, trapped, living in a fucking dictatorship?

can you guys believe it’s been more than 120 days of protest with more than 120 deaths and thousands of imprisioned and yet the goverment it’s still fucking dancing over the corpse of our democracy? 

can you guys believe my people made their opinion clear, that we did NOT wanted that fucking bullshit called Constituyente bc it’s all lies and corruption and yet these fuckers went on with that shit bc they just couldn’t have enough with taking all the money and having all the power? 

And… the stunt has been pulled. 

Two weeks ago, the opposition organized a national inquiry to find out how many people disapproved of what the government was trying to do (rewriting the constitution). The result was that 7M people voted in it, including Venezuelans all over the world, and said they rejected this completely.

Today, the “elections of the writers of the new constitution” were held, without having done the mandator inquiry the government was LEGALLY BOUND to hold first, to make sure that people wanted the constitution to be rewritten. The result? 8M voters, they said.

It sounds bad, right?

Only, it’s worse than you think.

Those 8M votes they claim they obtained are fake. False. Forged through every possible cheating process you can think of. As examples:

Dead people were signed up as current voters, despite having been inactive voters for YEARS.

People who hadn’t voted yet found that they apparently had already voted and the system refused to let them do it (their choice was made for them, basically).

Some people were actually going to vote, but there was nobody in the electoral centers. Not a soul. They couldn’t do anything.

There is ACTUAL FOOTAGE of people who got bribed through food into voting.

There are a gazillion reports of threats from the government to all state workers to not only vote in these elections, but to bring 9 other people with them so that they could have all the votes they wanted.

Also, some people were protesting against the process: 17 people were killed in a single day for not wanting this dictatorship.

So, turns out that when you take all this into consideration, you realize those 8M votes are actually sketchy as hell. But if we want to see something even better, the contrast between a 7M inquiry and 8M election is as follows:

Here we have a picture from 2 weeks ago, 7M inquiry:

This was the line today, around the same area, 8M for elections:

And this didn’t just happen in a single, isolated location. No, it happened everywhere. The vast majority stood their ground, workers didn’t vote despite all the threats… and yet these guys miraculously found 8 million votes?

Simply put, it’s the proof nobody else needed anymore of how rigged the system is. But it’s tragic, and dangerous, because of what they’re likely to do with these fake results. There seriously is no telling what they’ll do if they keep pushing their tampered results as what really happened.

I keep saying pessimistic things about how I don’t know what will happen and if I’ll still be able to be as leisurely and happy online as I usually am. This though… it’s an actual dictatorship, in the flesh. It’s autocracy. They’re not holding back at all. And if they keep limiting our freedom… well, who knows what might happen eventually. I do hope things finally will blow over and this nightmare will end, but after 19 years of veiled tyranny it’s hard to actually believe this country can be fixed that easily.

Anyways… just letting you all know what the truth is, in case anyone hears about the 8 million voters and thinks it’s a real thing. It’s absolutely, utterly fake and there’s a ton of proof of it if you know who to ask. 

Thanks for reading and caring, to all those of you who have. I hope there really may be a light at the end of this unreasonably endless tunnel.

signal boost about VENEZUELA!

UPDATE!!!

Ok guys, they won. they won with 8 millions of votes. but don’t be fooled. Today the polling places were empty, and at 3pm only 1 million of people voted (less than the 2%) My cousin told me that they use information of DEATH PEOPLEto gain votes.

Ten countries don’t recognize this election. Was a fraud election. And the only thing that need matter is the fact that 15 PEOPLE WERE KILLED TODAY, and two of them were just TEENAGERS (13 and 17 years old)

one woman was FIRED of her work for doesn’t go to vote (according to her family, she was an amazing employed). People have crossed the border with Colombia to not stay here

The president is talking now, he’s saying that “the socialism won” that “no one motherfucker (talking about the people who are opposed to this) is going to rule here”. Things are going to be worse.

If you want to help, pray for us. go to the embassies of Venezuela in your countries and don’t recognize this government, this election

Nicolas Maduro is a killer, a torturer, HE IS A LIAR. PEOPLE IS DYING HERE, WE DON’T HAVE MEDICINES AND FOOD AND BASIC STUFF TO LIVE. PEOPLE ARE EVEN EATING FROM THE GARBAGE.

THIS COULD HAPPEN IN THE NEXT HOURS OR DAYS. READ THE IMAGES BELOW

Spread the word please. DONT LET THE PRESIDENT SILENCE US

thoughts on the friendzone

when i was 5 years old my best friend was a boy named kyle who didn’t know how to knock on doors so he made dinosaur noises outside my window to wake me up in the summer until i demonstrated how to ball his fists and slam them against my doors.  we collected caterpillars in my trailer park and built them houses while we traded pokemon cards.  he wasn’t the only one.  there was ben, and mitch, and noah—but kyle’s the only one who hurt me, because when he tried to kiss me and i asked him why, he told me “because you’re a girl and i’m a boy, shouldn’t we like each other?”

i missed him so much and i wondered why he couldn’t just be my friend like he always was

in the first grade there was rich and joseph and i got sent to detention with them almost every day with a smile on my face.  we built block towers and sang to my teacher’s lion king soundtracks when she’d turn the lights off during lunch time.  one day they got in a fist fight over me at recess, and i wondered why they felt they needed to share my friendship, like it was something they owned.

in the second grade zach and i played yu gi oh under our desks during free time and i got moved for talking to him constantly.  everyone in the class would tease him and i for talking, asking when we were going to date already, asking him if he’d kissed me, and he stopped being my friend.

when i was 11 i met a chubby boy with the name of a colour who wore puffy vests and unwashed t-shirts, with greasy hair and bright blue eyes and a smile that hid hurt behind it.  people didn’t like him because he was silly, but i liked him, because i was also silly.  he became my friend the day he bought me 5 giant roses and asked me to be his girlfriend, and i politely declined but promised him i’d be his best friend because i’d always wanted a best guy friend that stuck around. we burnt our feet on the concrete during the summer and walked home with the sunset silhouetting us.  he talked often about how he loved me, but never blamed me for being me, even though he refused to move on. that boy dyed his hair jet black and sat on the end of my bed playing songs to me on guitar, and all that pent up rage from before didn’t show until the first time he slapped me across the face and called me a dumb cunt.

in the 7th grade there was a boy named ryan who sat next to me on the bus and talked to me about manga.  he’d ask me personal invasive questions but i didn’t mind because it was attention and i liked attention.  i was dating another guitarist with curly brown hair, one who was much more kind-tempered than the other, and ryan mentioned how much of an asshole he was every day.  i wondered, why, why does he think the love of my life is an asshole?  but whenever i asked him, he just told me, “girls only date assholes.  there’s no room for nice guys like me.”

i wondered, if he was so nice, why did he say such mean things?

he never stopped with me, taking me to movies, hanging out with me, you know.  being friendly.  i thought we were friends.  but then, how many times had i thought that before?

how many times had i bonded with a boy, thought they got me, only for them to ask me if i wanted to make out?

how come when i told ryan i was coming out as a lesbian, he stopped being my friend, and said “damnit, the one girl i really want to pound into a mattress, and she’s only interested in chicks!”

there was a boy my junior year who stayed up all night with me until the sun rose, talking about life, past loves, hopes, dreams.  beneath a million twinkling stars spanning forever, he brushed long brown hair out of his eyes and listened to me talk about the history that made me. then he asked me if i’d ever consider dating a guy, and complained about how he’d never get laid.

when i told him no a couple hundred times, he found new girls to listen to.

i would sit on the couch and play zelda with dakota, and he’d talk about all my favourite games with me.  he was the closest thing to support i had, and the letters and poems he wrote me were always so kind and friendly.  but he’d put his arms around me on the couch, and no matter how many times i told him i was uncomfortable, he’d still come over every day and do it.

“don’t you know how it feels to love someone and not have them love you back?  don’t you know what it feels like to be friendzoned?”

when i meet guys who talk about the friendzone, who talk about the girls who don’t give “nice guys” like them i chance, i always want to just say

when i was 10 years old i met a girl whose brown hair fell across her shoulders and whos eyes sparkled when the sunlight hit them, whose voice was like velvet and whose scent was like mountain smoke, who made me dizzier than a fly climbing a sugar hill.  and i’m 18 years old, and i still love her, and she knows, and she doesn’t love me.

but my first thoughts upon hearing her rejection were not “what a bitch,” were not “she just wants a douchebag and not a nice girl like me!” were not “im going to keep pushing her until she dates me,”

they were

“she is the best friend i have ever had, and i am the best she’s ever had, and i would hate to take that away from her.”

so before you play the victim, mr. Nice Guy, before you angrily throw your fedora on the ground and blame the girl you claim to adore so much:

put yourself in the shoes of a girl who thought she made a wonderful friend, only to find out that he just wanted her for sex.  that he just wanted her for a relationship.  a girl who was just an object to win, a prize.  a girl who’s trust you’ve just shattered.

maybe she friendzoned you.  but you girlfriendzoned her, first.

I am clapping for this, you just can’t see it.

okay honestly wow I’m oh my god just

GIRLFRIENDZONED!! OH MY GOD YES

my grandchild: grandma when are you going to get over albus severus me taking my final breath as my bitter soul leaves the earth: never

But like…think about Teddy growing up with Harry as his makeshift dad, learning that Snape got his father fired out of spite when it was already hard enough for him to get a job, and then Harry names his kid after him..?? I don’t think he’d be angry though, because I can’t imagine sweet Hufflepuff Teddy being angry, but definitely confused and would really question Harry’s sanity a bit…

My girl Bethanie dropping truth bombs right here.

天气 | 天氣

BASIC VOCAB

天气 - 天氣 - tiānqì - weather  天气预报 - 天氣預報 - tiānqì yùbào - weather forecast  气温 - 氣溫 - Qìwēn - temperature  暖和 - Nuǎnhuo - warm  热 - 熱 - Rè - hot  冷 - Lěng - cold  有冰雪 - Yǒu bīngxuě - icy  潮湿 - 潮濕 - Cháoshī - wet  风 - 風 - Fēng - wind  雨 - Yǔ - rain 暴风雨 - 暴風雨 - Bàofēngyǔ - storm 飓风 - 颶風 - Jùfēng - hurricane  云 - 雲 - Yún - cloud  雪 - Xuě - snow  雪花 - Xuěhuā - snowflake 雷 - Léi - thunder  雷雨 - Léiyǔ - thunderstorm 闪电 - 閃電 - Shǎndiàn - lightning  雾 - 霧 - Wù - fog 冰雹 - Bīngbáo - hail  彩虹 - Cǎihóng - rainbow  晴朗 - Qínglǎng - sunny 天晴 - Tiān qíng - clear 多云 - 多雲 - Duōyún - cloudy  多风 - 多風 - Duō fēng - windy  下雨 - Xià yǔ - raining 下雪 - Xià xuě - snowing 

今天天气怎么样？- 今天天氣怎麼樣？ - Jīntiān tiānqì zěnme yàng? - How is the wether today? 天气预报怎么说？- 天氣預報怎麼說？- Tiānqì yùbào zěnme shuō? - What is the weather forecast? 天气如何？- 天氣如何？- Tiānqì rúhé? - How is the weather? 外边怎么样？- 外邊怎麼樣？- Wàibian zěnme yàng? - What’s it like outside?  天气 +             很好 - Hěn hǎo - the weather is good             很舒服 - hěn shūfú - comfortable weather             好极了 - 好極了 - hǎo jíle - beautiful weather             不好 -  bù hǎo - the weather is bad             潮湿 - 潮濕 - cháoshī - humid weather             很恶劣 - 很惡劣 - hěn èliè - miserable weather               很糟糕 - hěn zāogāo - terrible weather 

TASK Describe today’s weather and write it down using simplified and traditional characters.

mALEFISHIENT, MARK

ive been meaning to make work-related comics forever, so enjoy some choice movie title bastardizations.

(these all actually, seriously, happened, with no humor or awareness on the part of the customer at the time as far as I could tell. so, yes, someone actually asked for a ticket to “Detergent” with a straight face.)

I’VE BEEN DYING FOR THIS POST TO COME BACK. ALSO, SOMEONE MAKE THIS DASH THEME.

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE BROKEN MIRROR IN PLACE OF BROKEN LINK.

WOAH

I feel like this is the appropriate time to reblog this again,