1. fandomstuck-cunt-flower:

    parallelanprincess:

    ericheartilly:

    persephoneholly:

    my-unashamedly-antiabortion-blog:

    I am a Survivors of the Abortion Holocaust. 1/3 of my generation is gone and I will not turn my back on this tragedy. I have taken up my cross and joined the front lines of the Abortion Wars.

    I will mourn the lost of 56+ million babies, I will grieve over the death of baby Isaiah, I will fight for the inherent right to life, for women to stop being treated as sex objects and for the post-abortive mothers and fathers who suffer in silence, and lastly pray for the end of abortion.

    "I am a Survivors of the Abortion Holocaust.”
    Are you a Jew, homosexual, disabled person, Roma, Jehovah’s Witness, born into 1940 Germany? No? Then you are not a survivor of the Holocaust.  

    "1/3 of my generation is gone and I will not turn my back on this tragedy."
    Yeah, and one third of ‘your generation’ lives in poverty, is hungry, needs medical care, is being abused, and needs support yet you weep over the ‘injustice’ of abortion.

    "I have taken up my cross and joined the front lines of the Abortion Wars."
    You are not Jesus. You are not a hero. You are a person sitting behind a little screen crying over some fertilized eggs.

    "I will mourn the lost of 56+ million babies,"
    Mourn the loss of the BILLIONS of babies who will die from hunger. Or who will die TONIGHT because of lack of health services. Mourn the loss of the MILLIONS of little girls who will die by suicide, in childbirth, or by the hands of their husbands because they are child-brides. Fetuses do not need you, real, living little kids need you.

    "I will grieve over the death of baby Isaiah, I will fight for the inherent right to life,"
    Sorry to break it to ya, but there isn’t an ‘inherent right to life.’ If there was, war, poverty, lack of healthcare, and the death penalty wouldn’t be around.

    "for women to stop being treated as sex objects"
    The first step of this is to stop seeing us as objects to carry a pregnancy. If we don’t want to be pregnant, we don’t want to be fucking pregnant and there is NOTHING you can say that will stop that.

    "and for the post-abortive mothers and fathers who suffer in silence,"
    Or you can just support them, no need to ‘fight’ anyone. People who regret their abortion need, first and foremost, people like you to shut the fuck up about ‘abortion is evil!’ ‘abortion kills a baby!’ because THAT is what causes the stigma. THAT makes people suffer. Second, they need people who will LISTEN without judgement. They need people who will SUPPORT how they feel, even if they are HAPPY about their abortion.

    "and lastly pray for the end of abortion."

    Good. Keep praying. Because everyone knows praying gets shit done.

    If you don’t like abortions, don’t have one. 

    HOLOCAUST AINT A FUCKING BUZZWORD TO PROVE A POINT

    YOU DO NOT DO THAT

    NO

    NO

    DON’T FUCKING USE HOLOCAUST TO TRY AND CONVINCE PEOPLE OF ANYTHING

    (via erosen13)

     
  2. thehappysorceress:

    always reblog

    (Source: emilianadarling, via erosen13)

     

  3. Long Time No Post, Starbucks, and Cosplay

    I’ve got ten minutes before I have to clock in for work, but I’ve decided to take those ten minutes and start on this post which I will likely continue to write during my break and after work, so excuse me if I cut out every now and then.

    Lots of things have happened since I last spoke with you guys! Biggest of them all I’ve already teased in the above paragraph. I work at Starbucks now! It’s a really fun job even though it can be really stressful as well. I’m in training right now and my trainer is the absolute best. She’s as big of a Harry Potter fan as I am and she is really patient and funny. She also knows my best friend from their Summer job at the pool, so that’s a plus. I’m really lucky to be under her care. 

    I really hope they don’t put me on drive-thru today. It’s probably the most stressful part of the job and I’m still not very fast on the register. I really wish I didn’t work at a Starbucks with a drive-thru. I think a drive-thru sort of defeats the purpose of a coffee shop, which is so built around community and making connections with the people around you. It’s hard to get that over a speaker. However, we try really hard to bring it there anyway, which is good. 

    The benefits are absolutely to die for! While I can’t use some of the big ones yet such as health, dental and vision, they can help me pay for my tuition down the road and I get a free pound of coffee or box of tea every week, which is brilliant. I also get free drinks on the job, which is great as long as I don’t drink a bunch of caffeine because it does things to my stomach. 

    —-

    On my break now. My poor boss hit her knee super hard on a shelf that was sticking out from the wall. I had to run around trying to find a thing to put ice in and get back to her. She hit right on her funny bone and broke the skin. Needless to say, she’s not having a very good day.

    They had me working on the drive-thru today but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Last time I had an anxiety attack, but today I was running around doing a few different jobs, none of them actually talking with the customer, so it was a lot easier. In fact, it was a lot of fun!

    So back to updating you on what has been going on lately. I’m taking a Intro to Psychology class at Metro right now and my professor is the absolute worse. She doesn’t really teach us as much as summarize what we’ve already read in the textbook and there’s a quiz every single week which she requires us to have our own scantron sheets for. This wouldn’t bother me so much if it she was a good teacher. I’ve been having to rely on Crash Course Psychology to pass my class. Hank Green, bless him, should not be a better teacher than my professor who has a Doctorate in the field. Ugh.

    —-

    Finally off work. I actually got to talk to drive-thru customers over the headset, which went well but was still very nerve-racking. I’m getting to be better friends with my coworkers. Two of them, including my trainer, are as nerdy as I am. There’s a joke here that we go through managers quicker than Hogwarts goes through Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, which made me laugh really hard. I can’t imagine why we go through them so quickly. Everyone seems really nice and it doesn’t seem like there’s a lot of drama. I guess I’ll figure that out as I go.

    I’m almost done with my training which is more worrisome than exciting. I don’t know how ready I am to do all this on my own. I’m still pretty shaky on the register and I don’t know all the beverages. My trainer says to give myself three months before I really get it. The idea of being this shaky for three months scares me. I guess I’ll get the hang of it though, and everyone here is pretty patient, so I just need to calm down and keep my head up. My trainer, who knows I cosplay, told me to “cosplay as a barista!” whenever I’m nervous. This helps a lot. When I cosplay, I’m playing a different role. I’m confident, ready to jump at a moment’s notice. I’m strong. So I’m trying to keep that in my head. I’m cosplaying as a barista. I’m cosplaying as a successful college student. I’m cosplaying as someone without anxiety. 

    Next week they want me to come in at 4:30 AM. Ugh! My trainer said she could give me a ride since we live close to each other, which I think I’ll take her up on because I’ve been asking a lot of my mom lately and she shouldn’t have to wake up that early. I really need to get my license. It wouldn’t help all that much because we still don’t have a car for me to drive and mom uses hers every single day, but if I had it, I might be able to go out with my friends and stay out as long as I want or drive myself to Quidditch. It’s just difficult for me to get behind the wheel, primarily because every time I do, I think about my Dad and how he was supposed to teach me how to drive. 

    I keep on imagining that he’s actually alive and that one day I’m going to bump into him. I don’t know whether this my desperate attempt to keep him from being dead or just denial. It’s probably both. I know he’s dead. I wear his ashes around my neck every day, but I never saw the body and my mind just can’t help but wonder. Sherlock definitely does not help this fantasy I have. Sometimes I get mad at John Watson because it’s not fair he got his best friend back, but my father will remain dead. Maybe that’s why I keep imagining my Dad driving up to the window at work, or walking across the pitch at Quidditch, or why I can’t look at an old man without thinking maybe it’s him. I’m determined to have my Empty Hearse. 

    On a lighter note, I’m working on two new cosplays right now. The first, Cecil Palmer from Welcome to Night Vale, is nearly done. I just need to order his patch from online, get his vest and style his wig. The second is Sherlock Holmes from the BBC Sherlock TV series. His is practically nonexistent right now and is definitely one of my most expensive pieces to date. I need to order the coat and scarf from Amazon and then the wig from Arda which is currently out of stock. Everything else is actually the same for my Cecil cosplay, so that’s nice. I’ll be wearing both of these at Starfest and Denver Comic Con, so if you’re going to either of those and see me, feel free to say hi!

    I think that’s it for now. I should go actually study. I’ll be uploading pictures of my cosplay as I finish them, so look out for that. 

    Best Wishes!

    Charlotte

     

  4. Long Time No Post

    I’ve got ten minutes before I have to clock in for work, but I’ve decided to take those ten minutes and start on this post which I will likely continue to write during my break and after work, so excuse me if I cut out every now and then.

    Lots of things have happened since I last spoke with you guys! Biggest of them all I’ve already teased in the above paragraph. I work at Starbucks now! It’s a really fun job even though it can be really stressful as well. I’m in training right now and my trainer is the absolute best. She’s as big of a Harry Potter fan as I am and she is really patient and funny. She also knows my best friend from their Summer job at the pool, so that’s a plus. I’m really lucky to be under her care. 

    I really hope they don’t put me on drive-thru today. It’s probably the most stressful part of the job and I’m still not very fast on the register. I really wish I didn’t work at a Starbucks with a drive-thru. I think a drive-thru sort of defeats the purpose of a coffee shop, which is so built around community and making connections with the people around you. It’s hard to get that over a speaker. However, we try really hard to bring it there anyway, which is good. 

    The benefits are absolutely to die for! While I can’t use some of the big ones yet such as health, dental and vision, they can help me pay for my tuition down the road and I get a free pound of coffee or box of tea every week, which is brilliant. I also get free drinks on the job, which is great as long as I don’t drink a bunch of caffeine because it does things to my stomach. 

    —-

    On my break now. My poor boss hit her knee super hard on a shelf that was sticking out from the wall. I had to run around trying to find a thing to put ice in and get back to her. She hit right on her funny bone and broke the skin. Needless to say, she’s not having a very good day.

    They had me working on the drive-thru today but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Last time I had an anxiety attack, but today I was running around doing a few different jobs, none of them actually talking with the customer, so it was a lot easier. In fact, it was a lot of fun!

    So back to updating you on what has been going on lately. I’m taking a Intro to Psychology class at Metro right now and my professor is the absolute worse. She doesn’t really teach us as much as summarize what we’ve already read in the textbook and there’s a quiz every single week which she requires us to have our own scantron sheets for. This wouldn’t bother me so much if it she was a good teacher. I’ve been having to rely on Crash Course Psychology to pass my class. Hank Green, bless him, should not be a better teacher than my professor who has a Doctorate in the field. Ugh.

    —-

     

  5. New Years Resolutions

    It’s an hour and a half into 2014 in Colorado right now, I’m not really tired and I haven’t made any resolutions yet, so I figured I do that now and share them with you.

    1. Go to sleep and get up at a consistent, earlyish time every day.

    Not only will this help me sleep better, I won’t waste the day. I tend to take a few hours to actually be functional during the day and when I wake up at ten o’ clock or later, I’m not at my full capability until two, sometimes four or five, which by then the day is pretty much over and I don’t see the point of doing anything. If I wake up closer to eight or nine, then I will hit that full capability at a reasonable time. It’d also be nice to have more time to do things and hopefully be productive.

    2. Write more!

    I’ve tried to do this prompt challenge, but I’m bugger at it so far. I think I’ll just work on my novel again and try to finish it and then start revising. Hopefully, I’ll also have a job this year and/or be in school, so I’ll have to find a way to squeeze that into my schedule, but I’ll get it done.

    3. Get a job!

    I need a job. I need money so I can pay for meals instead of getting money for mom, so I can save up for a car at some point, and so I can have money for college supplies and food. It’ll also just give me something else to do with my life. Hopefully, I’ll get that position at Starbucks because that would be a dream come true.

    4. Do well in school and do a little homework every night.

    I’ve never been the best student and I’m terrified that having not done homework in almost two years, I’ll have trouble getting back into the swing of things and neglect my homework and studying. I am determined not to do this, however, even if it means nixing my internet time entirely.

    5. READ MORE!

    I haven’t read much in the last few years and have forgotten how much I really love it. I picked up “Fangirl” by Rainbow Rowell and I’m obsessed with it, reading it every day. Stephen King advises to read at least eighty books a year and I’m determined to become a bookworm again. There’s a lot of books on my shelf that I’ve been neglecting, so I definitely have enough to read.

    6. Exercise regularly! Run every day!

    I know everyone has this as their New Years resolution, but not only do I need to keep in shape for Quidditch, but exercising regularly is a huge way to combat depression. I’m also at a higher risk for heart problems, so running will definitely help strengthen it. I’ll feel better and be healthier!

    7. Keep calm. Be kind to myself.

    I tend to have trouble keeping my emotions in check, mostly around my mother, but also with others. I tend to over share with my friends, which I want to stop doing because sometimes I do it for the wrong reasons instead of asking for help. I need to take deeper breaths, maybe take up yoga and try to tolerate my mother more. I take a lot of stuff out on her and it’s not okay. I also beat myself up a lot, which I also need to stop doing because it’s not healthy and doesn’t help anything.

    8. Get out of the house more.

    Even if it’s just to a coffee shop or something, I can’t stay cooped up in this house any longer. It’s not good for my mental health and that’s the whole reason I took this year off to begin with. I’m going to try to write and read in coffee shops a lot this year. 

    9. Pick up a new hobby!

    I think I’m going to start knitting. Not only is it calming, but I can make stuff then! There’s a Nerdfighter Knitting party the day before my birthday, so hopefully I’ll learn there and then I can buy some yarn and start that new hobby.

    10. Clean my room up, put my desk together and stop doing anything in my bed except sleep.

    The reason I’ve been doing most of my writing, reading and internet surfing in my bed is because my room is still full of boxes and I can’t put my desk together until it’s clean. Once I have my desk together, I can sit there to write and read. This is important for two reasons. A. Working in your bed can make it more difficult to fall asleep. Bed should be for nothing but sleeping. Period. B. My collarbone is actually crooked from laying on my side, surfing the internet so much and if I had a desk to do my work at, it wouldn’t hurt so much. Also, maybe my chiropractor will be able to get it in line and keep it that way if I wasn’t fucking it up by laying in bed all the time. 

    Well, that’s about it. There’s more I want to do, but those are the basics and ten is a nice round number to end. 

    I’m proud of myself for making it into this new year. 2013 was really hard for me. I felt really depressed for a lot of it and didn’t treat myself well. There was a moment a few weeks ago, where I was really scared I wasn’t going to make it. 

    I just want to say, to all of you who made it to 2014, I’m proud of you. You survived. You kept fighting. You didn’t give up and you should pat yourself on the back. Go ahead, now. Do it…. I’ll wait… There you go. Doesn’t that feel good? 

    It’s important to pat yourself on the back. I think physically doing it helps you actually feel good about yourself. Just thinking it, it can kind of just pass you by and you don’t actually appreciate what you’ve accomplished. Patting yourself on the back reaffirms, “Yeah! I did do something awesome! I’m awesome! Yeah!”

    Happy 2014, guys. Thanks for being there for me and I hope you know I’m there for you, too. 

    Best wishes,

    Charlotte

     

  6. Update: This Prompt Challenge is harder than I thought it was going to be. Also, feeling blah, but reading more books.

    I don’t know that I’m going to do this prompt challenge every single day. It’s not that it’s particularly difficult, but at the end of a long day, I don’t really feel like coming up with something. It’s even harder when the prompt doesn’t excite me very much, such as the one I was supposed to do yesterday. I didn’t because it was about what my perfect day would be if I was an astronaut, and if that were the case, I’d be too panic ridden about being out in crazy, dangerous space without a Wash to get me home safely. Nope. No space for me. I’ll observe it in awe from the ground, thank you very much.

    I haven’t been feeling my best lately. I’m bored out of my mind, lonely as all hell and nothing really excites me anymore. I think being cooped up in this house is doing things to me. I don’t leave my room much because there’s nothing I can do in the rest of the house that I can’t do in my bed. Because of this, however, my collarbone, which is already bent to the left, my shoulder and my hip have been hurting a lot from laying in bed so much. I’d go outside, but I don’t have my license to get to anywhere and even if I did, mom has the car all day for work. I’m going to try walking to Starbucks everyday and working on my novel again/this blog even though it’s a pretty long walk and I’m really tired of this cold weather. 

    I wish I was at school already, but I think it’s too late to try and change my status for Spring and I worry it might mess up my scholarship. Trying to get registered for a class at Metro is driving me up the wall. No one knows what the hell they’re doing in any of those offices and every time I call, I get transferred at least twice, but usually more like five times and the next person still doesn’t know what they’re talking about. It’s very frustrating and time is running out. If I don’t end up being able to take a class, hopefully I’ll get the job at Starbucks and ask to change my hours to full time instead of part time like I put on the application. 

    I’ve decided to start reading a lot more. I kind of stopped while I was in high school because I was just so damn tired when I got home to do much. However, I recently read an article stating that Stephen King suggests reading at least eighty books a year to be a good writer and I feel like as an aspiring novelist, I should read a lot more. Reading is the best apprenticeship for writing, after all. I think it was John Green who said that.

    I picked up “Fangirl’ by Ranbow Rowell at Tattered Cover with the gift card I got for Christmas from my mom. I also picked up Season 9 Book One of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer Comics, which was a mistake as I want to start from the beginning, which is actually Season 8. I’ll have to find time to bring it back later and order the right one. I hope they do returns with gift cards. Yikes!

    Anyway, Fangirl is really good so far! I started reading it tonight and I can really relate with Cath. Not only is she really into fandom, but she’s really scared of being alone in her Freshman year of college and worried about her father at home. I was a lot like this while at MICA and it’s really comforting to read. It doesn’t hurt that her main obsession is a book series called “Simon Snow” which is definitely an homage to “Harry Potter”. It definitely captures fangirls and fandom culture really well and I’m excited to read more and then maybe read her other work as well. 

    I just finished “Tales of the Vampires” from the Buffyverse and it was really, really good! I love collaboration writing and this one hits the nail on the head, woven together by one over arching story. Joss Whedon and his team of writers and Darkhorse artists weave several amazing short stories, all differing in voice, time period and art style. I can’t wait to read more Buffyverse comics because they’re really amazing.

    I think I’m going to turn in for the night. I hadn’t really told you guys what was up lately, so I thought I’d make a little update. Hopefully you enjoy knowing what I’m up to. Maybe you don’t. That’s okay, too.

    Best wishes,

    Charlotte

    P.S. I finally saw Frozen. SO FUCKING GOOD! I’ll try to remember to write a review of it sometime tomorrow.

    P.P.S. I think I’m just going to do the prompt challenge Monday through Thursdays. I might do it Friday, too, but maybe not. I’m really tired as of late.

     

  7. how to decode a person with an anxiety disorder

    killainjones:

    lundibix:

    This is by far one of the most important things I’ve seen on tumblr because It describes things I was not able to

    Read More

    Please read this. It’s important.

    (via brttaperry)

     

  8. 642 Things to Write About Prompt Challenge // Prompt Four

    Write Facebook status updates for the year 2017

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    Emma Turnesme created a life event

    Hermione Turnesme was born Feburary 16th 2017

    image

    13 people like this.

    William Harkness: Welcome to the world, little witch!

    Rose Tyler Turnesme: Isn’t my little sister cute?!

    Francesca Collins: The fact that you named your daughter after Hermione Granger makes me so happy, you have no idea.

    Emma Turnesme: Francesca Collins, thank you! I’m pretty happy about it myself. :)

    Rose Tyler Turnesme: She named me after Rose Tyler from Doctor Who!

    Francesca Collins: That makes me even happier.

    Emma Turnesme: That was actually your father’s idea, but there was no way I was going to veto it.

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    Image Source: http://cakedoggydog.tumblr.com/post/48532040578/help-will-always-be-given-at-hogwarts-to-those

    Fandom names have already started to crop up. I read a post about a little girl named Hermione. I met a one year old the other day named Merida and I asked her mother if Brave had anything to do with it and she said it did!

     

  9. Things almost every author needs to research

    clevergirlhelps:

    the-right-writing:

    • How bodies decompose
    • Wilderness survival skills
    • Mob mentality
    • Other cultures
    • What it takes for a human to die in a given situation
    • Common tropes in your genre
    • Average weather for your setting

    yoooo

    This is so useful. Thank you.

    (via referenceforwriters)

     
  10. howoddnichole:

    This is so accurate it hurts and if I ever become an English teacher, I will show this to my students and say, “Don’t. do. this.”

    (via homelesshannibal)