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Spread the word, please.

I’ve seen this post and reblogged it at least once and I’m still going to reblog it because people need to know.

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For someone who lives in Eastern Europe, small country and near those countries, I will happily reblog.

I completely agree with these post. As soon as its some third word, big industrial country (USA, UK, Japan, Australia…) their citizens expect everybody to spread awerness and donate to them, daring to post “You can donate from Europe” and then talking down on european countries if they don’t and how ignorant people are. Big shot economic countries have money, they fucking wave it around, everywhere especially on media. Help yourself, we have our problems too. If I will donate, I will donate to help my country bc there is no fucking way that those big shot countries would ever donate or help poor countries (Bosnia, Kosovo, Macedonia…).

There is more countries in the world that need the attention, that needs awerness. Of course, it’s easier when it’s filmed but some countries don’t have phones and videocameras to film their poverty, to show what’s going on. Why? - Because they don’t have time to film it, to get views, to show it. They are fighting against it.

So before you acuse any other country as ignorant, check yourself.

Spread awerness.

Okay guys I’m just gonna say this, if you get mentioned in any of these Ray Ban charity event posts. DO NOT CLICK ON IT. It is a phishing website. DO not click on it unless you have the correct add blockers and safety precautions. I’ve gotten mentioned in at least 20 of these at this point, and a lot of them are from people I follow. That is because they have been hacked. They clicked on this link and their account was hacked. Please don’t click on this. I’m just bringing some more awareness to this.

This NEEDS more reblogs than likes (at the moment it does)

REBLOGING THIS WILL SPREAD IT FASTER THAN IF YOU JUST LIKE IT, WHICH MEANS MORE PEOPLES BECOME AWARE.

Thank you and have a good day, DON’T CLICK THE LINKS!!

~Hope

Holy shit, okay so this is hard to say because I don’t want 200 people going “what? you were going to? no you weren’t, you just want attention” but tonight I felt like shit, like utter shit and no one answered their phones and no one replied to my messages and just it got hard to be alone.. while scrolling down my feed I saw this and I just sat here for a good ten minutes deciding that.. you know what.. this is.. i can’t kill myself tonight.. so even if it doesn’t really go with your blog theme, I think you should really reblog it, because you could just save some messed up kid like me. Thank you, to the person I reblogged this off, you’ve saved my life and you don’t even know me. xxx if anyone ever wants to talk or some shit, and just no ones answering? well.. I have an askbox if you want it. I love you all pretties. xx

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There will never be a day when I won’t reblog this if I see it on my dash. It might just save someone’s life. I’m here for everyone, doesn’t matter if you follow me or not. If you need someone to talk to I will be there for you.

I got an anonymous message the day after I reblogged this saying that just because they read this from my page, they decided not to take their life. I want everyone to know. This stuff is real. It happens everyday. And i’m damn proud to say that i’m happy to save that persons life. If anyone needs to talk to someone. I’m here as well. No matter what race, culture, age, i’m here. And you can talk to me anonymously if you’d like

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just in case :)

I am here for any and all of you. Everyone deserves to live their life. If you need to talk to me about anything, I am here for you.

Please Read!!!

I want every single one of my followers to know that I love and care about you. I want you to know that you matter and that you are all amazing people that I care for so much. I am here for you! Every single one of you I am here for and I want you to know that. Please, please know that you are the most amazing people in the world.

(requested by anonymous)

remember when we were kids and we used to all sing that demented version of the barney song where it was like “i hate you you hate me let’s go out and kill barney”

i don’t remember ever doing this. you were a fucked up kid

i hate you

you hate me

let’s go out an kill barney

with a baseball bat

and a 4x4

NO MORE PURPLE DINOSAUR

really? Our version was more like..

i hate you

you hate me

lets go out and kill barney

with a great big gun

two bullets to the head

WOOPS LOOK AT THAT, BARNEY’S DEAD.

Ours was like:

JOY TO THE WORLD THAT BARNEY’S DEAD

WE BARBECUED HIS HEAD

DON’T WORRY ‘BOUT THE BODY

WE FLUSHED IT DOWN THE POTTY

AND ROUND AND ROUND IT GOES

AND ROUND AND ROUND IT GOES

AND ROUND AND ROUUUUUND AND ROUND IT GOES

I hate you,

You hate me,

Let’s get together and kill Barney, 

With an AK-47 and a shot to the head,

Uh-oh Barney’s dead

The one I knew was:

I hate you, 

you hate me, 

let’s get together and kill barney

sorry kids but Barney’s dead, 

we just shot him in the head

a b c d e f g

barney is my enemy

stick a rifle up his nose

pull the trigger there he goes

sorry kids barney’s dead

here he is without a head

You’re all fucked up

Seriously? Our version was….

I hate you

You hate me

Let’s get together and kill barney

With a great big shotgun

Shoot him in the head

Now we know that barney’s dead.

The one i know went

I hate you

You hate me

Let's get together and kill barney

With a one shot two shot three shot four

No more purple dinosour!

It was the morning after, and Sirius' bike was gone.

Remus had got to their Camden flat at precisely 7:22, only the necessity of the plan able to keep him away for that long. Spending the night at a local hotel, the only one in London which still took... people like him. (At least they did 29 days of the month) He did know, logically, that having the two of them in the same place would be like sending He Who Must Not Be Named a Howler with a postcode, but he still had this itching feeling that something was not right. That something was in fact horribly, horribly wrong.

The parking space that had been bewitched into showing their muggle neighbours a cheap looking Astra instead of it's usual occupant, the flying motorcycle, was empty, creating the start of a tugging sensation in Remus' abdomen. He ground his teeth, willing his brain to calm as he unlocked the door with his wand, only to be met with more of the space filling silence. It was in times like these he envied muggles and their technological advances in the past decade. The gap between the wizarding world's advantage was shrinking before their eyes, though most chose to ignore it. When met with emergency situations, owls just did not match the speed of telephones.

Before he opened the door, Remus knew he would find it untouched. He knew in his heart that he would find the surfaces pristine, the dust unbroken and the floor spotless. Most importantly, he knew who he wouldn't find.

Fear attempted to overcome him but he carefully deepened his breathing, switching on the muggle television Sirius had negotiated with him for, a few months ago. (Though Remus had to admit it was quite a nifty device) The news program droned in the background as he put the kettle on, hand shaking when he added coffee. He heard his father's voice telling him to put the milk in first and rolled his eyes as the steam indicated the water was boiled and his ears picked up on the news anchors words.

"Thirteen killed in murderous rampage by dark haired attacker. Lone gunman in bloody attack in London city. Do not approach"

Remus knew that time passed. He remembered the image of dropping the china cup onto the floor and the sharp pain of a shard in his leg. He remembered watching the brief footage on the screen, seeing identifying markers of the man he loved. He remembered grabbing his jacket and scrambling for his shoes, not bothering to do up the laces.

But he did not remember how he ended up there. Aurors surrounded the bodies on the street, examining them for various technicalities such as spell direction and succession but Remus wasn't looking for them.

Then he heard it. A sound he cherished. The sound that he heard whenever a prank had worked successfully, the sound he heard after their first kiss, when the snow from the roof above had landed directly on them, the sound Sirius sometimes made during-

A short barking laugh.

Remus turned instantly to the source, the man handcuffed and held by two surly looking aurors. His dark hair was spilling over his face as he continued laughing, almost crying. He then sniffed in sharply, looking up immediately to make eye contact with Remus, a lost expression on his face. He then continued laughing. Remus moved to go to him but a short female auror blocked his path.

"You can't go any closer. This is a crime scene!" She said, peering at him over her thin, tinted glasses.

"But I-" Remus began, biting his lip. "I know him. He's my roommate. He was supposed to-"

"He murdered 12 muggles and a wizard." She interrupted him pointedly, her sharp glare making him look away.

"But he-" Stopping as he shook his head and swallowed. "Who?"

"A Peter Pettigrew. They were seen arguing as Black chased him down the street. That's all I can tell you." She said, voice softening slightly at the end. "No one wanted an event like this to happen on such a day of celebration but-"

"Celebration?" Remus interrupted. She let out a small smile.

"Haven't you heard? He Who Must Not Be Named is dead!"

Remus went numb after that. He made eye contact with Sirius as the aurors apparated him away, tears in his eyes only to be met with the blank stare in his lovers.

He disapparated himself, going to the only place he could, the morning sun contrasting his emotions. The house in Godric's Hollow was silent, an unusual state for it. He pushed on the door to find it already unlocked and went straight to the nursery, the only place they would go in their final moments.

The two bodies surrounded the cot, already long stiff in the stages of rigor mortis. The cot itself was empty, the owner's mother, his best friend, beside it. He rushed out of the room, making it to the toilet where he threw up stomach acid, before he spotted James in the hallway.

At that point Remus' breathing was far from normal and he stumbled out of the house, falling to his knees outside the gate. He felt drops on his hand, only then realising he was crying, when he heard a cough of announcement from his right.

"I thought you would come here." Albus Dumbledore said, handing him a mug of tea.

"Do you have-?"

"Harry is safe. I have sent him to live with his aunt and uncle." Albus interrupted.

"They despise magic." Remus said calmly, sipping the tea, now slightly salty from the still flowing tears.

"But they're family." Dumbledore concluded. Remus nodded, staring into his mug.

"Better witch hunters than a half-breed." He agreed, a faint smile on his face. Albus looked torn but Remus turned to him, one corner of his mouth tilting upwards. "Sorry. That's what Si-, he would say."

Albus looked at the 21 year old worried as Remus stood up, wiping his eyes on his coat. "Do you need a place to stay?" He asked. Remus turned looking surprised.

"The flat is paid up until the end of the year." He said. "But thankyou. I will figure something out before then. You've done more than enough for me in my lifetime."

Albus watched him walk down the path before apparating and wondered how long the boy would have stayed there if he didn't talk to him.

Remus was now back in Camden. He walked in the muggle corner shop, buying a few bottles of their russian firewhiskey, and walked the five minutes back to their... the flat arriving at precisely 10:49.

It was the morning after, and Sirius' bike was still gone.

HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

MAKE A WISH

the first post ever on tumblr

I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK

WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK

reblog this because it shows up every blue moon

Reblog if you lick or bite your lips, a lot.

and if you automatically did either one of the two, or both, don’t even fucking hesitate

I was already doing it… 👀