May. 28th, 2017

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this is the blessed jack! if you see him on your dash you get 10 years of good luck
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I drew them through tears because I read angst fic and I needed some fluff to stop my tears. (It didn’t work ; w ;;;;)

They’re asking me why I must hurt myself at this hour…

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via by Carlos Espinoza : Tri Met Hero Recovery:


A former student of my wife has been hospitalized when he stood up to a white supremacist harassing two Muslim women on the Portland MAX line. The other two people who stood up were murdered.

He’s a great human being at the beginning of his life and could use all our help getting better. If you can’t donate, please share and signal boost.
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via man behind the Ice Bucket Challenge is drowning in medical bills:


Tl;dr :   There’s a new drug that will come out on the US market, but it won’t be available till august.  The ALS has created a fund called the “Home Health Care Initiative” to help patients like him.  You can donate here. 

You know the drill, if you can’t donate, reblog!
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This is Anayo Isaac’s gofundme 

Right now it is at $2,697 of its $8,000 goal. Please help with any amount you can and reblog if you can’t donate!

he’s at around 6000 now!!
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This idea came to me at 3am so don’t ask.

I feel like this any time I even get a reblog ^_^

I felt like this when folks like @sarkhan-volkswagen and @bace-jeleren followed me and reblogged things. Like whoa. XD to every popular blog that has done so, thank you x3 still in bed at moment, but I know there are others… Mmm @flavoracle was another… Um… Well, if you fall under the game category and I haven’t mentioned you yet, I blame lack of coffee. X3 Now to get out of bed…

Me when @bace-jeleren rolled up into my Follower list

Me: *rolling up into your follower list like a fuckin’ cryptid*
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This is Taliesin Myrddin.  He was 23 years old.  He passed away last night in Portland Oregon along with another hero while defending two muslim girls from hateful abuse from a white supremecist on the MAX train.  The media has a lot of information to give you about the asshole that took their lives, but I want to share Taliesin and eventually the other hero too.  They are the ones who deserve to be known, they are the ones who literally died to do what was right. They are the true spirit of Portland Oregon, not the evil man who did this to them.  


This is Rick Best.  He was 53 and a veteran of the army.  He had three teenage sons and a 12 year old daughter.  He also gave his life to defending two muslim girls on the MAX train last night.  He also deserves to be known.  Thank you Talisein and Rick.  You are symbols of the good in this world and true heroes to your city.  I am so sorry for what happened to you and send all my love to your grieving families and loved ones
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Money Cats masterpost, to have your LIFE!! filled with money.



So much cats.

The hairless looks like a dragon with its hoard.
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You are loved even if you don’t pass this test.

You are loved even if you leave the party earlier.

You are loved even if you forget to clean you room.

You are loved even if you shatter someone’s favourite cup.

You are loved even if you feel like you are not.
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via Parents are Dead and My Sister is Disabled:








On May 28th, my sister, Edna, turned 31.


Her mental age is about three years old. She loves Winnie the Pooh, Beauty & the Beast, and Sesame Street. Even though the below picture is unconvincing. 

Edna and “Cookie.” I think she was trying to play it cool. 

My name is Jeanie. I’m Edna’s younger sister. I’m also her guardian and caregiver. 

That’s me on the left. (Hey, you never know. After a year of writing a blog about online dating - Jeanie Does the Internet - I’ve come to learn that there are A LOT of fools on the internet.) 

ANYWAY, I’m not “doing the internet” anymore. I’m taking care of Edna full-time, after completing my MFA in Writing for Screen & Television at USC.

May 16, 2014. I wanted a picture. Edna wanted breakfast.

In case you’re wondering where our parents are, they’re dead. Our mom died of breast cancer when she was just 33. 

Us with mom before she died. (Obviously.)

As for our dad, he peaced-out around the time my mom got sick. His loss - we’re awesome. 

Here we are being awesome at the beach. Pushing a wheelchair in the sand? Not so awesome. 

In case you’re wondering “What’s wrong?” with my sister - as a stranger once asked me on the street  -  NOTHING. Yes, Edna has a rare form of epilepsy - Lennox-Gastaut syndrome - but I don’t know if that’s anymore “wrong” than people who don’t have manners. 

Basically, Edna was born “normal,” and started having seizures as a baby. They eventually got so bad that they cut off the oxygen to her brain, causing her to be mentally disabled. Or impaired. Or intellectually disabled. Or whatever you want to call it - except “retarded,” because in 2010, President Obama signed Rosa’s Law into effect, replacing that word with “intellectually impaired.” 

Which is cool and all, but services for the disabled and the people who care for them are SEVERELY LACKING. Also, there’s a bunch of people working in taxpayer-funded positions who are supposed to help families like us, but don’t. (Big surprise, I know.) They just fill out paperwork (whenever they feel like it) with asinine statements like this: 

YUP. I transport my sister down the stairs in her wheelchair, because that is not only safe, but TOTALLY PRACTICAL. Why doesn’t everyone in a wheelchair just take the stairs, for God’s sake? Stop being so lazy, PEOPLE WITHOUT WORKING LEGS! 

But, as it says above, Edna’s legs do work. Whether or not she wants them to, is another story. 

Edna refusing to go inside. 

These are the stairs that I have to carry her up - by myself - on a daily basis. That is, until one of my legs break and both of us are just sitting at the bottom of the stairs, helpless. 

For six months, I have begged - BEGGED - the State of California to help my sister, which they are required by law - The Lanterman Act specifically - to do so. But they’ve told me “these things take time” and that I “need to amend my expectations.” (That was said to me when I refused to place Edna at AN ALL-MALE CARE FACILITY. Because yes, that was an “option” that was offered to me.) 

Prior to Edna moving in with me in my one-bedroom apartment, she was living with her amazing caregiver, Gaby, back in Tucson, where we went to high school and I did my undergrad. Edna’s reppin’ the Wildcats below. 

But back in November, Gaby also died from breast cancer. (FUCK YOU, BREAST CANCER!) This picture was taken a month before she died. She never even told me she was sick because she didn’t want me to worry. 

By the way, we were raised by our grandma. Edna and her were very close.

She’s dead, too. Surprise.

She died when I was 20 and Edna was 21. That’s when I became Edna’s legal guardian and Gaby stepped into the picture to help me out with Edna. 

So, six months ago, after Gaby died, I moved Edna to California, where I tried to get the folks over at The Frank D. Lanterman Regional Center to help me. I’ve told them I’m worried about our safety - that one of us could get hurt on the stairs -  I’ve told them I can’t afford to pay the private babysitters $15/hour because the ones social services sent me who make $9/hour were unreliable (they didn’t show up on time or at all so I could get to school and work), untrustworthy (one of them let Edna go to the bathroom in the kitchen and then took her into the bathroom because “that what I thought I was supposed to do.”) 

But the people over at the FLRC don’t return my calls, they don’t file the paperwork on time - and the first caseworker that was assigned to us actually LAUGHED AT my sister when he came to our home to evaluate her. When I reported him to his supervisor, she told me, “That’s just [insert name of said jackass].” 

He was one of the two caseworkers that contributed to the report I mentioned above, which also included this: 

So let me get this straight - I have to feed, bathe, dress and help Edna in the bathroom and you can’t deduce whether or not she is able to vote? What in the fuck?!

Now I realize I seem angry. And you can bet your balls I am. I’m also sad. Sad for those who don’t have family to stick up from them and who waste away God knows where, monitored by no one. Or monitored by people who physically and sexually assault them. 

I’m also sad for the caregivers who are SO EXHAUSTED - trying to take care of their loved ones - while also trying to take care of themselves and battling a system that is supposed to help, but does nothing of the sort. And I know a lot of people give up. They let their dreams, their marriages, their friendships slide. All while trying not to resent the very person you’re doing it all for.

Edna wanted to sit next to me the other day while I was writing. Clearly, she’s not impressed. 

Here’s the thing: I REFUSE TO GIVE UP. I’M NOT GIVING UP ON HER OR MYSELF. I’m going to pursue my dreams while taking care of her, AND while ensuring that the people paid to do their jobs ACTUALLY do them.

That’s where you come in. I need you to help me get my story out there. Because I know I’m not alone in this. I want to connect with families who are in similar situations and also show people who have no idea what it’s like to care for someone with a disability (or even a loved one who is sick) that it can be rewarding. Super fucking hard. Exhausting. Painful. Isolating. But, rewarding. 

I’m going to get help for my sister - and others. My hope is that by sharing our story, I can bring awareness to the lack of services and help for the disabled. 

Thank you, 



Twitter: @EisforEdna 

This made me cry



This is a really uplifting and inspirational story of a family sticking by each other and making things work despite a whole lot of shit

They just want to find other people in the same position they are, for a sense of community and to feel like they aren’t alone.

I know out of all of you, some of you have followers who are living with and taking care of intellectually or emotionally disabled family members, and this lovely and unbreakable pair of sisters need to find them.


Repost! This story needs told!

Disabled lives matter. Sooo much. 
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you know how in musicals the couple will start singing the same song no matter how far apart they are

what if that happened in real life

what if you were just at a restaurant one day and you started rANDOMLY SINGING because your soulmate decided to sing a duet in the shower

Omfg! What if this is why you get a song stuck in your head! Because your soulmate is singing it somewhere!



i dont want to be soulmates with someone who keeps singing cotton eyed joe

WTF was my soulmate doing for the ENTIRE ten weeks of basic that left me with Smoke On The Water stuck in my head?!?


…imagine Tobirama seriously deciding him must KILL his soulmate for making him burst into song in front of Hashirama. (Madara feels a sudden chill race up and down his spine).
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I’m a multiply disabled non-binary person trying to raise funds to buy a powered wheelchair. There’s no way I can afford it alone, but I’m hoping that if enough people share this it might be possible. No pressure to donate if you can’t spare anything, but I would really appreciate if you could reblog this.

A power chair would massively improve my quality of life. Currently, I can only go outside when someone else is there to push my manual wheelchair for me, as my arms are too weak to self-propel. When I try and push myself I usually end up dislocating my elbows and the joints in my hands, which is very painful. I often go Monday to Friday without going outside at all, as my partner works full time and can usually only take me outside on weekends. A power chair would mean that I could go outside, by myself, whenever I wanted. It would be completely life changing to have the freedom and independance to go outside without having to depend on anyone else. 

Please share & donate if you can spare anything at all. 



Thanks so so much xx
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So what else don’t you like?  Asking for a friend, and not because I write preternaturally fast and enjoy tormenting people.
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via Senators privately admit they’ll kill AHCA and keep Obamacare if they get enough pushback this upcoming week:



Topher Spiro from the Center for American Progress shared the following from inside sources last night: “Several GOP Senators have privately said this recess is the test – if they get blowback at home, they’ll tell McConnell it’s over” (link). Ben Wikler from MoveOn then went on to confirm this as well, stating that “I’ve heard this from two additional sources. Make this recess count, folks. You have from now till June 5” (link).

This is my take action tag, and it has posts about finding your Senator’s contact information, and advice on how to make phone calls when you hate making calls, and advice on what to say. 

This is really fucking important, people. Thousands of lives are at stake.


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