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Our country is pretty fucked up, but we will fight with love, standing together. We will not be silenced. ✊🏳️🌈
So, horrible things happened in Poland (the EU country, worth mentioning). There was pride parade in Bialystok and innocent people were attacked. Four adult men beat up a 14 year old. Nationalists were throwing flares, bricks, rocks and bottles at them, spitting at them. They even took their children to be a shield so that the police wouldn’t arrest them. Now, I don’t know what’s wrong with people or how much hateful you have to be to do something like that but the fact that it happened IN MY country makes me sick. I didn’t want to leave but if that’s how it’s going to be and if I’m not wanted in MY own country just because I’m different… I just don’t know what to think anymore. It’s disgusting. I’m just happy I wasn’t there and feel so horibble about people that this happened to. WHAT IS EVEN WORSE - a party that ‘rules’ Poland has always blamed LGBTQ+ community for everything - they say that we’re sick, sinful and an abomination. Ever since they’re in power things started to get worse. But they’re still going to win the election in November since they have people’s support. This country is that much hateful.
Is it just me that's still into Encanto even after a year?💀
This is Eman a Biotechnologist from Gaza. Asking for help is not easy. It's not easy at all. You have no idea how mentally and emotionally tiring this is. But when thinking that the price is my family's life, getting out of here safely and achieve my doctoral degree dream, it just pushes me more and more to do this until we reach our goal. I'm here as I try to reach out to more people asking for their help to support our family's campaign so we can survive while all you have to do is literally donating even by just the price of your morning coffee or maybe a simple breakfast, So I think I'm not asking for so much. We're really tired of living under these catastrophic conditions for a whole 10 months. Your generosity will not only change our lives but also remind us that even in our darkest hour, we are not alone. https://gofund.me/d597b8e2 Vetted By 90-ghost
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Nacimos para querer pero no para ser queridos
I need you!!
-i hate you... -i hate me too
A LA VUELTA DE LA ESQUINA
Como la sociedad está llena de tantas personas vacias siendo tan mendigadas por personas dispuestas a darlo todo de si.
Esto es una m***da y no considero justo que la especie humana siga evolucionando y dando frutos a la destrucción del mundo por el simple hecho de ser racional.
¿No crees que el mundo sería mejor si la humanidad no siguiera? ¿Es necesario tener tan poco para darse cuenta que alguna vez lo tuviste todo?.
Sí para ti esto es poco y no te importa es necesario que te empieces a preocupar por ti y por tu futuro, aunque sepas que todo está perdido y que no por ti el mundo cambiara, pero por lo menos te darás cuenta que el error está en ti y en tu estúpida forma de ver todo al revés, un mundo lleno de color y/o esperanza o tal vez soledad infinita contemplada como tú mejor amiga y quien siempre te acompaña; cuando los mejores momentos ya los viviste y no te diste cuenta porque estabas ocupado apresiando o lamentando lo horrorosa que es tu cara y que por serlo estás condenado a vivir de la vergüenza con la que la gente te dice la p**ta verdad sin piedad alguna, o que por el contrario simplemente puedan halagar tu belleza física de extremo a extremo pero nunca lo que tengas dentro de ti, en algún lugar, tan cerca o tal vez muy lejos a lo que el espectro visible de un humano puede llegar a notar y es algo que no se consigue de ninguna forma a la vuelta de la esquina.....
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"llegan los días tristes y con ellos las ganas de olvidarte"
Stuart! 🐥
Eres un reflejo de todos tus sentimientos, que como lo haces?; A través de tus ojos, son básicamente la ventana del alma.
Así que no me mientas...
Y otra vez vuelve a pasar... No es justo que otra vez me vuelva a sentir un ser insuficiente para alguien más
🐺!!
Let me hold you. You're not alone.
- 191230 / @howisitallinmyhead
You are loved
Re blog and save a life, please.
Yellow-September.
To people who doesn't know who is Yellow-September, is a brazilian campaign to prevent suicide, created and started in 2015. The Month of September was choosen for the campaign because since 2003 September 10th is the World Suicide Prevention Day. Cheshire cat is choosen by me based on my ( not so old) homework made in 2020, i also redesign him because first: because i wanted to and secondly: because Disney with her habit of making adaptations (animated or live-action) of existing works irritates me.
Hermione Granger...
Hmm....what could be said about this Golden Girl that has not already been said. I only recently discovered my love for Harry Potter a few years ago and have not regretted it since. I wasn't allowed to watch or read it when I was younger because my parents never understood it. As always, curiosity got the better of me and 2 years ago, I started watching the movies and fell in love with the fandom. Once I fell, I really fell hard and fast. Anyways, I naturally related to Hermione Granger, because who hasn't, and started analyzing her character. Anyone who knows me, knows that I love to analyze and dissect an idea, concept or person until I feel like I have seen it from all angles and although I have not read the books yet, I will say that to me, Hermione is one of the most relatable characters I have come across so far in my life.
Now I can't say that I'm completely brilliant or top of my class all the time, but I understand her need to succeed. She needed to find where she would feel the most needed and helpful and did that mostly by studying things considered above her level or might be deemed unnecessary. Now you could say that she only did it to save her friends, but I think its another step further to believe that she really did it to be prepared for anything. Someone like that refuses to take chances and likes to be able to react quickly in a difficult situation. I understand this because I abhor feeling helpless in any situation and I imagine she does too. Fear of failure is a powerful motivator and needing to conquer what you have in front of you no matter how unmanagable the task IS something I relate to. Yes, the girl is naturally clever and brilliant, but I think it's important to note that she actually puts the time in to be better and prepared. Sometimes having the discipline and determination to do anything can speak louder than the actual results and I think that Hermione is often overlooked for this.
Another way I relate to her is finding the need to mediate, fix, and console others no matter the personal cost. I never really had friends growing up and always felt like I never fit in as I'm sure many people feel too. Because of this, I allowed my books to engulf me into my own world and managed to survive into adulthood. The friends and family I did have, also helped but it always seemed like I gave more than anyone else. Hermione's need to be able to help others often put her in countless harmful situations, but she never once backed down. I admire her bravery and loyalty to which she never seemed to run out of. There were many times she could have told Ron or Harry to do it themselves or ask someone else, but she never did. Her need to help was always overshadowing her self-preservation and as a result, her friends survived impossible encounters that would have left the wizarding world without its greatest hope. This kind of loyalty is rare and incredibly valuable. In my life, I have stretched myself thin just to make sure that my friends and family are gonna be okay even if I'm not. Hermione takes on this impossible task and, yes, you can see it weighs down on her, but that never stops her from continuing to persist when the odds are stacked against them and although I realize that may not be entirely healthy, it is something I do admire.
As I could continue to praise and admire this amazing heroine, I will say this last thing--she was human and just as insecure as the rest of us. I love it when a character is as flawed as someone you would meet in every day life and I think the same extends to Hermione. Her insecurities of failure, personal view of herself, and need to be right are major components to her character. She pushes herself to always succeed but when she doesn't, it very nearly crushes her. That's why whenever she rarely fails, she becomes withdrawn and turns her turmoil internally. There are also a few times where her looks are criticized and she struggles with her confidence. Then there are the times when someone tries to undermine her intelligence and she bristles because even though she knows the opposite is true, she still worries that her intelligence and cleverness will neve be enough. All of this is relatable in some way shape or form to all girls/women. Our insecurities are what makes us human but that does not mean that they do not exist.
I don't know if anyone will read this, but I do know that if you feel like you relate to even a fraction of any of this, you are not alone. A lot of us just don't know how to use our voice and isolate ourselves from our beliefs in favor of not having our insecurities thrown back in our face. Just know that there are people out there who feel the same as you and need help to stand up. Embrace your differences and own your personality. You are who you are and you are the only one that gets to determine what defines you in your lifetime. If Hermione has taught me anything, it is this, it's okay to be beautifully flawed as long as you embrace them as a part of you.
Sorry for my rant! I just feel the need to state my opinion every once in a while and hope I do not offend. If you do read this though, tell me what makes you admire this incredible heroine! <3
Together (Dean Winchester x Reader)
Request: Hi there! Love your stuff btw. Um i was wondering if you could do a fic when the reader is just having another terrible episode of depression? Usually she can handle it by having a moment to herself or simply resting but this time its too much for her and she’s loosing control? It can be Sebastian Michaelis, Dean, Gabriel, Undertaker, or whoever you feel is worthy. Im sorry if it sounds off, cause im kinda dealing with it rn. Um aha, anyways love your writing and thank you 🙂
Words: 1378
Characters/Pairings: Dean x reader, Sam
Warnings: Depression, meltdown, self-hate
A/N: Hey guys, sorry it took me so long to get this one out! I’ve, ironically, have been going through my own shit, similar to this story. That and work and school are crazy. But also know that none of you are alone. If anyone you need to talk to someone there is always someone willing to listen, whether it’s your parents or friends or even a school counselor. Shit, you can even talk to me. You are never alone.
Another long and tiring hunt has come and gone. (Y/N) woke with a start, ready for a fight, as a warm hand shook her shoulder.
“Easy there, sweetheart,” Dean said, gripping onto her shoulder. Her (e/c) eyes locked with his and she instantly relaxed.
“Dean.” She grabbed onto his arm to ground herself. After this hunt, she had been feeling more off than usual.
While the monster is now dead, so are many innocents. And she felt it was her fault. One stupid decision had an entire family murdered by that pair of Crocotta. The beasts had mimicked Dean’s and Sam’s voices and stupidly lured her away from the family she was supposed to be protecting.
“Come on, we’re home.” Dean helped her out of the car, seeing as her leg had been banged up pretty badly. He slipped a hand around her waist as her hand wound around his neck. Sam grabbed all the bags and followed the two into the bunker.
“Can you just help me to my room? I want to continue my nap.” (Y/N) wasn’t really tired. But it was easier to act like she was than explain why she was in such an off mood.
“Sure thing.” Dean turned to Sam, “I’ll take her bag.”
Sam handed it off along with Dean’s and made his way down the hallway to his own room.
Dean and (Y/N) made their way towards her room in silence. He knew she was acting odd but he just pegged it to the unfortunate outcome of this hunt. Hell, even he wasn’t feeling himself. He knew she would just sleep it off and move on, just as she always does.
He helped her into her room and left her with a small smile. She returned it as best she could but it fell flat.
After he left, her smile fell and she looked down at her hands, sitting on the edge of her bed. Her eyes stung and her throat tightened.
What was the point of this anymore? Everything she does, everybody she tries to save, they all end up dead and she’s the one needing to be saved by Sam or Dean. Shit, even Cas.
She was just a burden on everyone. She wasn’t the fastest or the strongest, her aim wasn’t even close to being on par with Dean’s or Sam’s. Why does she even try?
Her eyes finally flooded with tears and they flowed in small rivulets down her flushed cheeks. Her body felt as it were on fire and her stomach flipped in her body. Knowing Dean’s room was just a few doors down, she bit her lip hard to keep her sobs in.
The metallic tang of blood filled her mouth. Her arms twitched in pain when she dug her nails into her skin. (Y/N)’s body shook and convulsed with repressed sobs.
Managing to detach her nails from her arms, she dragged herself under her blankets and hugged her pillow to her chest, biting down into the fabric.
What’s the point of trying? It would be best if she wasn’t even here. Best for the Winchesters, for Castiel, and the people she caused the deaths of. She was going to die one day anyway. What’s the difference if it were today and not later?
She could hold back the sobs anymore and she let out a muffled scream into her pillow.
Just at that moment, the door cracked open.
“Hey, (Y/N), I know you’re trying to sleep but we got fo-” Dean cut himself off as he hurt your yell of anguish. “(Y/N)?”
She huddled tighter in her blankets, now red-hot embarrassment filled her alongside with the self-hatred. How unsightly, to be caught during a meltdown.
Dean walked up to her bed and sat down next to her, her back was to him and she was fully covered so he made to pull the blanket off but stopped at the sound of her voice.
“Why do you guys keep me around, Dean? I’m useless, a burden. There’s nothing I can offer you.” He could barely hear her through the pillow and blanket but he could easily hear the defeated tone.
“Sweetheart…” He honestly didn’t know what to say to that. He knew she had some issues with herself, but he didn’t know it was this bad. He pulled himself onto the bed and brought the blanket down to reveal the broken girl.
He gently grabbed her arm and lifted her up so he could hold her to himself. She clutched his shirt in her hands and she sobbed.
“I-I don’t know how to help you, (Y/N), tell me how to help you,” Dean begged. He couldn’t bear to see her like this. She had always been the one to help him and Sam when they were feeling low, so seeing her like this was heartbreaking.
“I don’t deserve to be helped…” She whimpered, shaking her head into his shoulder.
“Bullshit.” His tone was borderline harsh as he pushed her away so he could look at her face. “(Y/N), you are so important to m- us. You’re always there to pick Sammy and me up; you keep us in line when we need to be straightened out.”
She was about to deny him but the look on his face told her to shut up and listen.
“What happened yesterday couldn’t have been stopped. I know we wish we could save everyone, but sometimes we can’t. It’s not your fault.” Dean paused and licked his lips, collecting his thoughts.
“I know you may not think it, but you are so strong and brave to come this far. You’ve helped us stop the apocalypse the first time, then the Leviathans, and The Darkness. Without you, I don’t think I would have had the strength to get through any of it.”
“Dean, I-“
“I’m not finished.” He cut her off again. “You are so important to so many people. You have touched so many people’s lives and have rooted yourself so far into everyone’s hearts that if anything were to happen to you, everything would die with you.”
She sniffled and looked down. “How can you see something in me that I can’t?”
“Because sometimes you need to look at things in a different way. You taught me that. Every time we were frustrated on a hunt, you would be there to help us see a new angle. And this is just how I see you.”
He pressed his forehead against hers and threaded his fingers through her hair, holding her in place. “You are so beautiful and strong, and you are the brightest thing in my life. Don’t know what I would do without you.”
(Y/N)’s heart was racing in her chest. She and Dean had always had some unspoken thing, even after all these years. But, because of the world almost ending every other day, they never had the chance to address this unspoken thing.
Until now.
“(Y/N), you know I’m not into chick-flick moments, but… shit… I love you so much. I want to help you get through this because you are so damn important to me. I don’t even want to think of what would happen to me if I lost you.”
(Y/N) hiccupped and a few more tears fell, but she wasn’t as sad anymore. Her eyes closed as she took in the warmth and love Dean was radiating. Her hands were clasped around his free one.
“Thank you, Dean. You always know how to make me feel better.” Her eyes opened and locked with his. She gave him a watery smile. “I love you, too.”
Dean’s grin was so wide, it stretched from ear to ear. Gently tighten his grip on her head, he pulled her forward and pressed his lips to hers.
As much as we would wish it were this easy, just declare your love for each other and everything is suddenly fixed, it isn’t that way. There will always be other failed hunts, other people lost, and new thing to break down over.
But now, she doesn’t have to go through it alone as she had in the past. She has Dean. And she knows Sam and Cas will also be there for her. They will get through this together.
reminder that you’re worth a lot more then you’ll ever realize
it gets better
people can and will help you
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