Holy Shit

It has been years guys! BUT I have the writing bug again. I’m going to be updating this Tumblr and working on some new things for you along and I am so fucking excited!

I left again...

So I left again... And I come back with bad news... I'm no longer writing. I have been working on starting a life with my boyfriend and currently just don't have enough time to continue with writing and I have also been working on my mental health... I'm sorry guys!

I’m back!

I have been MIA for so long but I’m happy to announce I’m officially back. So here’s why I have been MIA; I got dumped and became extremely depressed, I got a new boyfriend and he is fucking amazing just FYI, I got two dogs, 3 Guinea pigs, a hamster, and have moved in with my boyfriend. My life has been hectic and super busy lately but I’m hoping to come back for good, I miss my writing and miss everyone of you! 

Love, 

Alex

Okay, let’s talk!

So, hi guys if you didn’t already know I am from Canada; how do you do? I want to talk about something many, many, many, people are constantly bitching about and do you know what that is? The Syrian Refugees. *GASP* Am I really going to talk about this topic? HELL YEAH I AM! So let’s get educated a bit yeah? Let’s start by defining refugee shall we?

 Refugee: a person who has been forced to leave their country in order to escape war, persecution, or natural disaster.

 So, a lot of people in Canada are still having a hard time dealing with the fact that we have brought refugees into our country (Canadians are actually quite the ass-holes sometimes we’re not all polite) now why have I decided to tackle this topic on my Fandom blog and for the world to see well let me tell you why. I AM FUCKING SICK OF PEOPLE SAYING THEY DO NOT BELONG IN OUR COUNTRY. I have been getting fed up with this for a while but today was my last straw when I saw someone on my facebook post about refugees and how they have to go back to there home.

 WELL GUESS WHAT DUMBASS THEY HAVE NO FUCKING HOME TO GO BACK TOO; SO SUCK IT UP AND BE A GOOD PERSON. Now yes I do agree that we should take care of our own but also we should take care of each other as-well.

 Before I get to far into this full disclosure; My mom and dad thought the same as a lot of Canadians that we need to take care of our own and screw the others, but then our views were changed when my mom took her career to the medical field. She works for a clinic that took all of the refugees that came to my hometown and this had originally pissed my mother off; A LOT considering Im a type one diabetic and couldn’t get a doctor myself.

 But then she saw these people; and one set of people changed my moms mind and her life forever. This man and his son had come in to get some wounds treated and you know what those wounds were from? An acid attack, the left half of the man was burned and the right half of the son who was about 8 was completely burned. This man got burned himself to save his sons life! And this was when my mom decided that all of our thoughts on the refugees coming to Canada were wrong. These people needed our help and she would be damned if she didn’t do something about it.

 Now me; I had taught a few refugees in my time in my co-op class where I taught a gym class and these kids were so sweet and so, so, so kind and thankful. One even made me a card on my last day <3.

 These people needed our help and we reached out because we would want them to do the same if the time ever came! So to those on my blog who disagree with me and are one of the bigoted idiots who do not care about what happens to others, UNFOLLOW ME NOW!

I’ve provided a photo of the little girls I taught :) They are so amazing and beautiful; they deserve to be here too!

I turned 18 today and did a thing... I am so happy

I have so many things written for yall but I hate all of them so let’s go back to square one.

It’s That Time Of Year...

This is why I find it hard to love December... 

 So as I have let everyone on my blog know I was sexually assaulted as a kid but I never really told the story of what happened so I am going to say now that if sexual assault is a trigger to you please do not read… I just wanted to write this.

 Let’s started at the very beginning when I was first ever sexually assaulted I was 8 years old; here’s a little back story too this night. My parents had gone into town and it was just my older brother and I alone until about 8:00pm at night. So, it was about 3 and I had gone out side to play just as my parents left. I stayed outside until about 5:00 with my brother periodically coming out to check on me.

 When I came in I ran to my parents room (They had a computer in there and it was Webkinz time!) so I went and got on the computer, my brother came in to watch TV so we were doing our own thing and then I heard moaning through the tv… I realized he was watching porn. I just kept my head turned to my computer and kept playing my game… I should have run. Not even five minutes later I was being pulled onto my parents bed with my brother holding my arms and covering my eyes.

 I had a skirt on and a cute little shirt my nan had bought me… I was scared and then he started fingering me and touching my breasts. Yes I did have breasts at 8, I developed quite early. I remember crying and asking him to stop but he didn’t listen… I never told my parents.

 About a month later my brother had his best friend over and my mom sent me down to my brothers room with them, I was extremely hesitant but my mom nudged me till I went so she could make supper… They took turns, I was locked in my brothers closet with my brothers best friend while he touched me and I just remember crying and wanting to scream but they had my mouth covered… I never told my parents.

 This is my first encounters of being used as just a sexual object in my life at the young age of eight… This happened three more times with both of these people making the total amount of times I was sexually assaulted 5. So that I decided was my lucky number; which sounds quite ridiculous but it just is I guess.

 I was sexually assaulted 5 times, my court case against my brother was thrown out on December 5th 2015, and there is a five year difference between my brother and his best friend at the time. I think I turned it into my lucky number because I wanted to make a bad thing, good somehow and I have in a sense because I tell this story in hopes a girl who was sexually assaulted has been too scared to speak out can get the strength to speak out.

So… #MeToo

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I’m fucking stupid

So y’all... I work at a coffee shop and I messaged my boss and asked her if she wanted me to bring her a coffee this morning... I’m fucking exhausted! It’s 5am and I have to go in in half an hour... KMS

I FINALLY GOT A LAPTOP WHICH MEANS MORE UPDATES!!! AHHHH

Taking Requests Now; I have no inspiration to write so like.. Request away!

Klaus Mikealson

I am very passionate about this subject!

I shouldn’t love you but I do KaixReader

KaixReader

Warnings: Parental abuse

Summary: Kai used to babysit the reader when she was Luke and Liv's age, Kai loved the little girl and promised to take care of her no matter what. He always protected her from her abusive father and mother knowing what it's like to have parents who hate you, so he vowed to protect her forever. But forever is eventually cut short.  

Kai smiled at the little girl sitting beside him, he would always love this little girl and protect her he had vowed that to himself and would forever protect her. She wasn't siphon like him but she wasn't a witch either. Her mother had been unfaithful to her "father" and she was another type of supernatural being altogether. She was a werewolf which meant that she was shunned by the Gemini coven much like Kai and was treated like absolute shit. The little girl smiled up at Kai and he couldn't help but smile back. Even with a black eye she was still the sweetest thing he had ever seen.  

GUYS IM WRITING

I got inspiration and just started writing and now I cant stop.. 

I'm 17 and watching descendants 2.. no regrets