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My Mom is a mutant.

To be specific, she has a disorder called Factor V Laiden Thrombophilia (same as me *waves*), a genetic mutation that causes abnormal clotting of the blood. When treated appropriately (I can never take birth control, I’ll develop complications if I ever get pregnant if I’m not careful, and in situations such as long flights I have to make sure to move around as often as possible), it’s manageable.

There’s always a very real sense of danger, however. See, blood clots can form anywhere in the body, and *move* anywhere if not caught quickly enough. If it moves to the heart or the brain, you’re screwed, plain and simple. Even if it doesn’t, and it just stays in your leg and eventually goes away, for example, it leaves damage that is often irreparable.

Fifteen years ago, when my Mom was pregnant with my youngest sister and what would have been her twin, she developed a bloodclot in her left leg. It was late enough in her term that attempting to get rid of it would have meant terminating the pregnancy, and my Mom, after asking if she would die from it and being told no, decided to not go through with the procedure. She lost one of the twins, gave birth to my baby sister, and ever since then has lived with a disability that puts her in constant pain.

The first time I saw her with her bad leg, it was when I was six-years-old. She came home with my little sister–I had to hold her since my Mom needed crutches to get around. She screamed the entire time she walked down the hallway to her room. It hurt her that badly. I’ve never felt more helpless in my entire life. The sound of her crying like that has never ever left me.

The best way to describe the physical atttributes of her leg would be like taking a hot knife and stripping off all the skin of your lower leg. Among the symptoms she’s had for over a decade include: swelling to the point that she’s torn pants, weeping–which means the wound on her leg that never goes away because of the poor bloodflow leaks fluid–to the point that she has to wrap a towel around it, bleeding, the skin cracking and falling off on a regular basis, a higher chance of getting infections (in the past four years, she’s had two staph infections, one of which resulted in an emergency room visit), and the almost complete assurance that in the next ten years, she’ll be completely wheelchair bound.

She raised me and my three other siblings on her own with that disability after my Dad left and our extended family stopped giving a shit about, and as often as she frustrates me, I want to be able to help her. She has done *so* much for me, and seeing her in pain every single day, having her crying in bed because she thinks nobody will ever love her again because of her bad leg, seeing her cycle through seasons of depression only to fight back with everything she has, seeing the look of hope when she finds something that might fix her leg only to learn that it’s too expensive to get the treatment, kills me. Knowing that it’ll only get worse without proper help hurts more than I can properly articulate. She isn’t the perfect mother, not by a long shot, but I love her and I want to be able to help.

The thing with her leg nowadays is that the bloodclot is gone. It has been for about a decade. It’s the damage it did to the veins that remains. We have yet to encounter a doctor willing to attempt surgery to replace the damaged vein, and everything else has been more for dealing with it than actively trying to find a solution.

We have found one possible one, however. An oxygen treatment that has been proven to help restore bloodflow. The problem is, the treatment is expensive and considered experimental, so it isn’t covered by our insurance.

You’re probably wondering where I’m trying to get at with all of this. It’s simple. One treatment costs 150 dollars, and my Mom would need to do about eight of those in the span of a few months to see any actual improvement. I want to change that. I want to be able to go up to her, tell her, “I’ll handle paying for the oxygen treatments to fix your leg.” I want to be able to see some hope on her face again, instead of the near-constant acceptance that she can’t change it no matter how hard she wants to.

I’m still just that six-year-old kid that wants to help her Mom. The only difference is, I’m not helpless anymore.

On my Patreon, I make a grandiose show of how I want it to help launch my career as a professional writer, which is true, but nestled deep in those descriptions is one throwaway line about helping to pay for medical bills. I didn’t delve deeper into how on there, since as this post shows it gets rather long-winded, but of the many medical bills that comes with this family, the need for my Mom to get this treatment is starting to creep higher and higher. She’s already showing signs of being unable to walk, and her leg is slowly but surely getting worse. Her doctors have even started talking about possible amputation if there isn’t any improvement.

In short, I’m asking you guys for help, because I don’t know what else to do. I don’t want to see my Mom in pain anymore. I know how to help her, but since losing about $500 worth of income last month, my paychecks go towards the bills and such that we already have. I haven’t been able to save like I used to, and the longer we wait the less likely we’ll be able to fix anything.

I need your help, guys. My Mom needs your help. I know this is a longshot. I know I’m not popular, I’m not beloved in a way that warrants having money thrown at me for no good reason, my creations are still fledgling, I know there are people out there that have it so much worse, but I’m still taking this chance. I’m coming with my nose pressed to the ground before you in supplication, and asking from the bottom of my heart: please, help my family.

Whether this story warrants that is beyond me, but stories are all I have.

If you can offer anything, thank you. If all you can do is read this, thank you. There isn’t any guilt here. It’s simply a story and a question from someone with nowhere else to turn. Those don’t always need responses.
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I’m moving to Colorado Springs on August 22nd (arriving the 24th) with pretty much no money and relying on my family to help me out (which I know is a burden on them). If you’ve been following me, you know I also have thousands of dollars in medical bills from going to the ER five times over the past four months due to complicated asthma related to allergies.

How did this happen, you ask? I made the critical mistake of moving to Oregon in 2016, not knowing this area has some of the highest pollen counts in the world. I’m not even allergic to trees or grass, and it has still given me breathing problems. Coupled with the high humidity and my mold allergy (which I did not have before moving here), I can’t leave my apartment without wearing a face mask. Sometimes I have shortness of breath indoors, too.

So if anyone wants to donate to the “Let’s get Laura out of central Oregon so she doesn’t die from respiratory issues” fund, here’s a link to my Paypal. No fees or anything like that. It all goes to me. And I could really really use it.

I work 40-50 hours a week, and basically all of my income goes to rent, bills, and food, and I’m not going to have anything to spare for that first month of rent in my new place (which they want upfront). So anything is really appreciated. Thank you everyone.

PayPal Link

And here’s a link to an article about the Willamette Valley where I live. It has the highest pollen counts in the world, and four times the limit for what is considered “very high.” I didn’t have asthma until I lived here for a year, my sleep apnea has gone from very mild to severe, and I’ve already had two sinus infections and bronchitis in the past six months. I’m really not being hyperbolic when I say I need to get the hell out so I don’t die. My situation is pretty dire.
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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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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.
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This Latinx business owner needs our help!!! Her products are already so beautiful, so order some of these beautiful bath bombs and help her mother expedite her passport! The link to her store is brewbles.myshopify.com
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And I thought my life couldn’t get any worse. More trauma. My mother was arrested and she’s the only person I have (the only person who does not abuse me). I’m old enough to live by myself but I’m only 17 and extremely mentally ill and cannot go into work unless it is sex work, which will deteriorate my health further. She did not do anything wrong, she has a morphine pump for broken disks in her back and she was charged with a DUI. I know it’s not a “big deal” but this week I’ve been admitted to a psychiatric hospital, my moms been arrested, I’ve been assaulted. If you could reblog this and please donate I would be grateful. I have no medicine, which is my cymbalta, humalog, klonopin, and lamictal. I am a type one diabetic and I will die without it. I need to try to get money for SOMETHING. ANYTHING. I cannot live like this and I don’t know when she’ll be getting out, and when she does we will have No. Money.
My PayPal is

Please..I’m so sorry for begging but I’m in such a bad situation. Please reblog even if you can’t donate.
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“I need a million people to share this. I just went on a make a wish trip with my nephew and family. The trip started with disaster and luggage and medical equipment in Seattle which finally got to us in the middle of our cruise in the bahamas. On the trip home I sat down at gate b54 Denver. United to talk on the phone. I set my backpack down beside me. There were 2 young men sleeping right beside my chair. As my call ended, my backpack and the young men were gone. They most likely got on a plane with my pack. My camera with all our pictures are gone. I don’t care about the cash, jacket, or personal items. I don’t even care about my camera. I need the SD card back. Please please mail it to my office at. Vista ideal protein, 7201 W Grandridge Blvd, Kennewick, WA 99336. This is the only picture I have on my phone. All the Disney cruise pictures, as well as my family holiday pictures are on the SD card.”

Hey everyone, if you could boost this it would be really appreciated. 

My mom recently went along to help on a cruise with my cousin’s children. Both kids have INAD, a rare and terminal genetic disorder. The life expectancy for those diagnosed with INAD is 5-10 years old. 

They went on a carefully planned and very difficult Make A Wish vacation, a chance for the parents to take a break and the kids to have some fun. It takes a LOT of work with kids this sick for trips like this to be possible. My mother, who loves these boys like they’re her own, went along (along with the kids’ maternal grandmother) to help with the childcare.

On the trip back on February 17, 2017, my mother was in the Denver airport at Gate B54 around 5pm Mountain Time when her bag with her camera was taken. The SD card contained all the photos from this vacation (as well as our family Christmas). 

These little boys are going to have very short, very difficult lives, and there won’t be a lot to remember them by, certainly not a lot of happy fun memories. My mom isn’t asking for any of her belongings back, not even the camera. She just needs the SD card. 

She’s not looking to press charges or get anyone in trouble. We don’t know if the pack was taken on purpose or by mistake, and we don’t care. We would just really, really appreciate it if the SD card was returned.

Thank you and please boost. 
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Signal boost this– Wear a safety pin to signal solidarity with the groups like Muslim-Americans Trump has threatened to marginalize

Now that America has gone and elected a man who has inspired a wave of racist attacks, the pins have made their way back across the Atlantic. People all over are tweeting their image with the pin and a message of solidarity. 

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OK so apparently a bunch of people with throwaway email accounts have been going around and submitting a music video from some underground garage band to people (the band has already said they’re not the ones doing it). The music video is a bunch of cis guys in makeup and dresses and wigs and stuff, and apparently the video is being sent to trans girls in an effort to trigger dysphoria (and apparently somebody thought I’m a trans girl because I got it sent to me). If you get a music video for a song called Like a Lady by Crosa Rosa in your submission box, just delete it.

Stay safe everyone.

i got this shit lmfao weak ass punks with 0 oz of courage in their fleshy bodies

for reference, this is how it appears in video submissions

the video title doesn’t always show (depending on the browser you’re using), but from what i’ve seen they’ve also taken to submitting textposts with links to the video too, so stay safe everyone!

im screaming i got this and i was so gagged

bye i got this too
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Placed a donation button and i’m also opening commissions soon

school supplies, software and tech i need are ridiculously expensive and necessary in order to pass classes. i’m paying most of the stuff out of pocket.

i no longer have a job due to mental illness and college hell, and i would like to help out my mom since she’s the only one out of 5 of us who’s working.
the city we live in is kind of a mess with unemployment

if you can, i have a donation link on my description 

also this link here: http://ift.tt/2f1vZfk

please signal boost if you can

thank you so much
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So school is getting more & more expensive and I’m running out of money since I recently had to buy a lot of materials that were stolen from me.

If anybody can help, please donate to my paypal @

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My husband and I were supposed to have a little boy recently, and were very excited since he was our first child. When I started having contractions that were 15 minutes apart, we were extremely happy that he would soon be here. Unfortunately, I was experiencing what the doctor’s called prodormal labor (or something like that), and the contractions didn’t get any closer together for almost 2 weeks. During this time we went to the hospital every other day for monitering, and though I was miserable the baby was fine. When we went into the doctor’s office to finally schedule an induction, they couldn’t find the baby’s heartbeat during the checkup. He had gotton tangled in the cord and we lost him. His name was Peter James, after his Great-Uncle and his Gradpa, and we miss him dearly. But now we have to pay for his cremation/funeral and can’t afford it. Please, if anyone can help us even a little, I’ve started an account on GoFundMe and any help is appreciated beyond belief. It’s at gofundme.com/2phv5bg


I hope you don’t mind me highlighting your link @ellysse13, just makes it a little easier for people to click on and help you.

I’m also going to tag @vaspider and @deadcatwithaflamethrower in the hopes of getting your signal a little wider. Please @ tumblr family, reblog and help a grieving family in their time of loss.

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SeaWorld’s worst nightmare: Lawmaker proposes ban on orcas in captivity


I..never expected this many notes??? omygod you guys!

making good progress, lets keep up the good work and make sure everyone
signs it! Keep it moving and in circulation, the more people that see
it the more people who might sign!

Every little bit counts! we can do this!

gotten 9344+ Signatures since this was posted! Probably even more,
since it shows the days tally about once a day- If we keep at it, we
might just be able to make a difference!

Please sign this! These poor babies need our help!

Or we could like, not, because seeing those orcas is fucking amazing, have you people ever been to seaworld???

Your ignorance is clear on this subject. Have you ever seen the poor conditions they live in? Do you have any idea the things they suffer for your entertainment? I’m going to hazard a guess that, no, you have no idea.

All the experts in the marine biology field agree that the orca are not thriving in captivity. Their mortality rate is sickening- they live longer in the wild. Have you seen their teeth, among other things? Or rather, seen their lack of teeth? There are young baby orca at SeaWorld who have almost no teeth left because they are so stressed and bored out of their minds that they chew on metal and the sides of the tank. They break their teeth. They are not immune to pain, and if you’ve ever chipped one tooth in your life, you know tooth pain is one of the most awful things you can feel. 

And SeaWorld has to drill out the centers of their teeth when they break and flush them out every day. Wild orca teeth don’t look like this! You might find a really old one that has a couple, over the course of its entire life depending on its ecotype and its specialized diet. But you wont find anything nearly so terrible as what happens to these poor creatures at SeaWorld.

You have no idea. You are protecting a company that claims better, world class vet care- But why do these animals need to be pumped full of medication constantly, things like vallium? Why is it SeaWorld uses a black zinc oxide to cover large rakes and sunburns, which basically paints them? Why does precious Sea World pay money to places like Mundo Marino, who keeps its orca in the most deplorable conditions you can imagine?

They Lie bold faced to the public, to people like you who think, ‘well, SeaWorld must know what its doing, right? They’d never lie to us!’ And that is what the uneducated public often thinks, however, the more of us that become edicated the less and less SeaWorld’s lies work. For instance…

They fight with one another, something that does not happen in the wild. They rip each other with their teeth, where in the wild, any disagreement between pod members would dissipate due to having enough space to keep out of each others way.

The Above orca’s name is Nakai. The injury took place during a show, where its seriousness was apparently missed because the orca actually had to finish the show before it was ‘discovered’ that he was hurt. Just recently an Orca Expert, Ingrid Visser, pointed out that the injury had orca tooth marks on it, and it is clear that this dinner plate sized wound was caused by Nakai being bitten. Injuries at SeaWorld happen far more frequently than you might think they do. Altercations between orca have even led to death.

The above is Kandu, who fought with Corky

Kandu V collided with Corky II leading to her death

Kandu V was a female Icelandic orca who was caught in 1977 and kept at
SeaWorld San Diego, California. She died on 21st August 1989 from a
collision after attempting to rake newcomer Corky II. Kandu was 14 years
old at the time and was mother to 11 month Orkid. Kandu had always been
the dominant female at SeaWorld San Diego.
The collision happened during a live show and several thousands of
spectators watched as Kandu bled to death. The fatal accident occurred
in the holding pool behind the main performance pool when Kandu
attempted to rake Corky. Raking is a way orcas show dominance by
forcefully scratching at another with their teeth, this happens a lot
within captivity and many of the orcas have visible rake marks. Very few
rake marks have been witnessed on wild orcas, this may be because
groups tend not to mix whereas in captivity many different types of
groups are made to live and perform together. Dr. James F. McBain, a
staff veterinarian at SeaWorld said of the accident, at the time, that
Kandu engaged in a “normal, socially induced act of aggression to assert her dominance over Corky”.
Kandu missed Corky as she attempted to rake her and ended up ramming
into a wall, rupturing an artery in her jaw and fracturing her upper
jaw, she began spouting blood from her blowhole. The people in the
stadium where quickly asked to leave. After a 45 minute hemorrhage Kandu
V died, the whole time she swam by her 11 month old calf, Orkid. Orkid was later placed with Corky.

Again, SeaWorld is caught in a lie. This was not normal behavior at all.

This is Ikaika

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Notice something off? That’s right, that’s not normal. Captivity does nothing good for these animals, who have been proven to be sentient, self aware creatures that understand things the way we do.

Tekoa, one of the orcas separated from its mother way too early and shipped off to Loro Parque on ‘breeding loan’ (Read: experimenting with setting up shop in other countries) - But nonetheless, they claim breeding loan. Why, oh why, did SeaWorld send ALL RELATED ANIMALS on breeding loan, where they have made at least one inbred orca?

Why are SeaWorlds orcas, in this foreign facility, allowed to be torn to shreds?

When you support SeaWorld, you support every facility that keeps cetaceans.

(Whales and dolphins/porpoises etc)

Including Mundo Marino….

This is Kshamenk. You may be wondering why I would mention an orca that neither belongs to SeaWorld nor lives in its care. I mention Kshamenk because SeaWorld pays Mundo Marino to keep this beautiful orca in one of the most, if not the most deplorable conditions. Why? Because SeaWorld pays for Kshamenk‘s sperm. When you support SeaWorld your money goes to places like this! It spawns other countries to say, ‘wow! keeping these animals makes TONS OF MONEY!’ They don’t give a rats ass about these animals and they never have.

This is the pool he lives in.

The gates are closed, he does not have access to the show pool- Outside of shows.

He often floats upside down, defeated, bored out of his mind. You want to know how he came to be here? His family was forced - deliberately- to strand/beach themselves. Mundo marino waited a little while then came in and pretended to rescue them. They let one go, and took the rest. All died soon after, leaving Kshamenk alone.

If you pay to go to SeaWorld you paid for this. You paid for thousands of cetaceans (dolphins and whales) to be slaughtered- literally- in The Cove, in Taiji Japan. Even Sea World has bought dolphins (and I believe also pilot whales?) from the dolphin drives. Recently they tried to import a second generation dolphin born from parents taken from the drive and still support it! They also tried to get beluga whale sperm from DEAD beluga, to pay whaling groups and encourage them to kill more beluga. (They did not get that permit.)

But SeaWorld announced that huge realistic aquarium thing, right? LIES. Each year they push back the date of construction, because they have not yet even filed for the permits to build this new blue horizons or w/e its called. They said it as a publicity stunt, thinking it would draw in more people. It didn’t work for those of us investigating what SeaWorld is doing.

Please PLEASE use this opportunity to educate yourselves on this matter! If you believe what SeaWorld is saying, you are falling into their trap. Their stock is down, their attendance is dropping like flies. We have succeeded in ending further obtaining of cetaceans in canada, and now its time to spread it to USA.

We don’t want to release these animals into the wild- Their health, currently, along with broken teeth and psychosis means they can never be released. We are fighting to get them retired to open ocean sea pens, sanctuaries in the ocean where they no longer have to perform circus tricks for your entertainment. SeaWorld tries to say they do it for education, but their education is almost entirely tricks, routines and behaviors. Any information they give is largely false, or even outright lies.

You can begin looking over information about these topics here

I suggest also watching Blackfish and The Cove, slave to Entertainment, and A Whale of a Business.

These programs do not hold all the answers, but they are places to start. The anti captivity movement has been around since the very first capture. You can help our cause by signing this petition, and by spreading the word. My fellow anticaps please add more to this, I’m sure I’ve missed a lot of topics to cover but these were the most immediate things I could think of off the top of my head.

b3n3aththesurfac3 has a lot of videos of things going on at SeaWorld for those interested, including unnatural beaching and stranding behavior, and also discovered the notorious Dolphin Pox disease in dolphins in Orlando.


Thank you so much for this because I keep seeing posts like “SeaWorld is bad!” but no one ever gives specifics or sources.
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GoFundMe for Aadilynn Reese

This is Aadilynn Reese. She was born on September 8th, 5 weeks premature.  After a placental abruption, her mother Kayla was rushed in for an emergency c-section. Both mother and baby came out of it better than expected, given the circumstances. Little Aadi weighed in at 4 pounds, 9 ounces. She was put on oxygen as soon as possible because her little lungs hadn’t fully developed. She was also given an IV for antibiotics and glucose. After some testing, the doctors found that Aadi had lost a lot of blood from the ruptured placenta and what little blood she did have was being thinned by the IV fluids she was receiving. At just 19 hours old, the doctors decided Aadi needed to be life flighted to Loma Linda’s Neonatal ICU. She may need a blood transfusion and Loma Linda is better equipped to handle this procedure than the small town her family lives in. It was also decided that Aadi will need to stay in the hospital until the date she was actually due. Little Aadilynn Reese will be in the hospital for 5 weeks. Her parents, Kayla and Jordon, will be staying in Loma Linda, CA as long as Aadi is in the hospital. They are on the wait list to get a room with the Ronald McDonald House, but the list is long and it’s going to take some time. For now, they’re staying in a hotel. They’re daily costs for the room and food is over $100. And as you can imagine, the hospital bills for little Aadi are going to be extremely high and insurance will only cover so much. As the family of baby Aadilynn Reese and her parents, we are humbly requesting your help. It would mean the world to Jordon and Kayla to know they have some financial help during this difficult time.

Hey guys. So, my little niece is at the NICU at Loma Linda. She’s going to be in the hospital for 5 weeks. My brother and his girlfriend are both going to be missing work so they can stay with her. As we all know, this is going to be very costly but obviously worth it. I set up this GoFundMe to help them through this time: for their hotel and food costs and to help cover the medical bills as insurance will not be covering all of it. 

I know money is tight for most of us, but any little bit will help. Please signal boost this as well. Thank you all for your support and encouraging words through this time. I really appreciate it!
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I’m not sure how intensely my followers are monitoring the Dakota Access Pipeline crisis, but stuff has gotten intense. 

The protesters are accusing the police of brutality, U.S. District Judge James Boasberg just issued a temporary restraining order to halt construction, and this morning there are reports of charges against Green Party candidate Jill Stein for “damaging equipment during protests on Tuesday over construction of an oil pipeline.”

It’s a much deeper issue that I implore you look into it thoroughly if you can, but knowing that many of my followers don’t have the time to do intensive historical or legal research, I’ll try to sum it up as briefly as possible: sacred burial grounds are being unlawfully destroyed, and protesters are in danger. This isn’t a metaphorical danger either. Real live people are in real danger of actual physical harm for trying to protect their sacred grounds. 

The law school I attend, University of Colorado - Boulder, has a clinic that specializes in American Indian Law. I am so proud to say that the clinic is actively working on a legal response (as explained in the graphic above). I don’t pretend to be an expert in American Indian Law, but I know the professors, students and lawyers that work in that clinic and I can confidently say that they’re a fucking force of nature. 

So please, if you can, please reblog this so that this resource is visible and available to any people affected by this crisis. And please don’t hesitate to call/email if you have information or need help! 

Here’s the link to the Facebook page for the University of Colorado American Indian Law Program. I’ll try to update this post as I have more information, but that page may be a better source. 

Thank you!!!

If my followers could signal boost this, I would really appreciate it.
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hey guys i hate to do this but my mom really needs some help right now.
my mom, my dad, and i are all working but we still can’t afford my mom’s chemo. it breaks my heart to see her sick and i’m selling pressed flower pendant necklaces to try and raise money for my mom’s treatment.

my mom has been through two abusive husbands, the abduction of her son, and multiple hate crimes, but shes STILL the strongest person i know. even when she’t at her sickest, she still makes us breakfast in the mornings and does everything she can for us. if there’s anyone that i know that deserves help right now, its her.

all of the necklaces pictured here are for sale. my prices will be very flexible, so just message me if you’re interested in purchasing any of these.

even if you can’t buy something, please reblog

edit: my shop is set up at orvix.storenvy.com!!

update: my mom just lost her job. please please please keep reblogging this.

Help these people.
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 $2727 USD in urgent donations needed within less than four days to save me from asphyxiation at 21 y/o, which will be caused by rapidly worsening torn nerves. I need to get immediate private specialist care and avoid institutional brutality in emergency departments targeted at my severe physical disability.

$65 USD received so far. Thank you to those who donated. I’ve now exhausted my means of promoting the post, this is as far as it gets, and I’m anticipating being fucking dead. Can just say
I’ve stayed up all night (the most serious source of real physical damage) to try to edit this post to a point where
people will actually care. I can’t think now. I shouldn’t have had to do that last night, or for a lot of the past year. I really need
help, obviously, and my progressive catastrophic disability is beyond what most people can even
fathom, which is why it’s so hard for me to get help. I really need
money for basic things like appropriate MEDICAL CARE which has been
denied to me for almost 1 year now. I’m getting sicker by the second and I really fucking need help. Please do something.

I need money to be able to get specialist care from my neurologist so
that I don’t have to submit myself for emergency treatment and
potentially get killed by incompetent doctors who have consistently
forced detrimental treatments on me in the past due to my helplessness
as a result of being disabled and bedbound.

[Transcript here]
This is a discharge letter from 2014 in which emergency department +
acute psychiatry  seriously considered commencing legal action to deny
me medical consent rights for the rest of my life (I was 19). I was also
subsequently assaulted by transport officers arranged by the hospital
but did not file a report because police were unsympathetic.

Savings for bond are needed urgently to relocate closer to my
practice so that I can seek treatment without paying about $1500 USD per
appointment for private paramedic transport over the current distance.
The area around the practice also contains a large Chinese community and
I believe I would be able to get the vital social support and
affordable nursing care which I’ve long been denied, as an isolated
disabled  immigrant and domestic violence survivor.

rental market in Sydney is extremely competitive and it’s also difficult
find wheelchair / stretcher accessible housing. The process may take
some time and the sooner I can raise enough bond, the more likely I
would be able to get effective treatment.

All elements of this plan have to be met precisely to get immediate specialist medical treatment and avoid being dead.

can view my medical reports on  fundraiser-evidence.tumblr.com

help me by donating towards (these have been converted from AUD to USD):
- $472 to replace amounts take out of my bond savings for home care and to pay the weekly budget motel room fee due on Sunday night US time
- $386 for my accident compensation case which I had wanted to raise on friday but couldn’t. This is the best way to ensure financial stability and stop being dependent on fundraising.- the remaining $1001 for bond
- at least $779 for care costs + bills during the upcoming week. I need this so that the bond savings wouldn’t immediately be depleted by other payments

Details of the list update linked.

$947 USD for rent + bond + legal fees need to be raised by 3AM Monday
8th Aug EST, bank closing time in Sydney. The remaining $1,780 USD for disability care + apartment bond need to be raised by 3am Wed 10th Aug EST so that I can start looking for
accessible housing immediately + still pay bills on time

Please donate to me in USD instead of AUD if it’s alright. the amounts listed
are in USD specifically. the numbers are lower
because they’re USD.

If the amounts are incorrectly assumed to be AUD I won’t have nearly enough money for bond etc.

These are the donations options. Thank you for your help.-
PayPal page (no PayPal account required)
- PayPal.me
page (PayPal account required; no transactions fees for PayPal
balance transfers)
- PayPal transfer to romana2252@gmail.com

HEY EVERYONE LOOKING AT MY BLOG RIGHT NOW. Hi tumblrinaction, hi angry seth rogen fans, hi people who think I’m funny, hi people who are regular readers.

I don’t know how far this post will go. I donate to Angie whenever I can and honestly I can’t do it often enough. I have been following her for some time and she is pretty consistent in reaching out to me when she needs help spreading posts like this but I have never seen her this desperate and it’s honestly pretty terrifying. I don’t give a shit what you think of me as long as you read this post and realize that this is a person in a truly desperate emergency life-or-death situation and do something. Donate or spread this post or do both. 

I’m on my way to bed right now but like, come on. Stupid posts that I make about my stupid opinions and asinine observations and opinions on celebrities get thousands of notes. It is frustrating to me to see this happen, watch posts that I make that mean nothing go viral, and watch Angie struggle for a handful of reblogs and some cash.

Please help Angie. You can LITERALLY, literally literally, I know I say literally a lot but I really mean it this time, help save someone’s life! over the internet! So if you are at all capable please do something. 

I’m going to bed now. If you’re visiting my blog for the first time and this is the first post you see, know that that’s deliberate. 

Literally reblog and donate to save a life. We have over 500 followers. Really followers. If everyone donated $2 that would go do far.


@missvoltairine is putting into words what I’ve been trying to say. this is a life-or-death situation. I first became aware of Angie’s situation… I’m not sure, two years ago maybe? and throughout all this time, I’ve never seen her so desperate either, and I’m really really worried. Please help her!
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She was last seen yesterday wearing a grey t-shirt and a purple skirt in  Bridgeport, Connecticut . She is
5'4", slender built, with her hair twisted up into a ponytail. Her name is Ariana.

If you see her contact the police immediately. 

Please keep your eyes open and pray that she is found safe and returned to her family.


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