Just Because It Isn’t Trending Anymore Doesn’t Mean The Problem Went Away

Reblog if you have read fan fiction better than some published books

Help me prove a point

Hello angels, I'm in a dire need of help and kindness. I understand these are awful times for everyone right now and I understand that everyone is trapped and limited. But please hear and spread my story if you can.

I'm living in a very unsafe place. I live in a severe hoarding situation, and this is actually the best it has ever been. Earlier this year the hoard was worse but my family cleared a lot if it out which only made my grandmother panic and she has actually gotten worse. I've been physically stuck, buried and trapped in this hoard before, the white on the left photo is the ceiling. It almost crushed me to death.

This is really awful for me in so many ways. Rats and mice are everywhere, I see one every day. The building structure of the house itself is collapsed in two rooms next to my room and my room is collapsing now. I dont have any electricity in my room... I have a broken window and I live in Wisconsin. When winter comes I will freeze to death because I'm disabled and cant regulate my body temperature. I cant cook food here because next to the stove behind me in the third photo is where most of the rats run from and I'm afraid everything will fall on me. I can't even safely use the toilet because the toilet isnt secure into the floor. We dont even have an actual floor. :(

I'm getting really sick because of the decades of mold and decay and vermin in this house. The stairs are majorly blocked by hoard and has no railing, I have almost fallen and for me that would mean something dislocated and broken.

Please please be an angel to me and help me escape here :( my friend is trying to help me move into their home in Wyoming. I'm trying to move around November 17th, before it gets too cold for me to stay alive. We need money for the travel ticket and to send the sentimental possessions I have over to hopefully start my first healthy safe life.

My ko-fi is https://ko-fi.com/liquidsnake

My PayPal is paypal.me/temptationrevelation

My friend's PayPal: paypal.me/lavaeris

(Mindful of our deadnames)

Thank you angels please stay safe, stay kind ♡

Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.

Trying to make a point to my father.

Reblogging for all the girls who’s stories I’ve read on my schools bathroom stalls

When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasn’t really a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question. I said ‘sure it is, you’ve either had sex before him, or you haven’t’. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.

In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy “friend” starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didn’t sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and she’ll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And I’m in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.

And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasn’t going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasn’t even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.

And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesn’t even remember it but that it’s something that she’ll never have the luxury of forgetting.

And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.

And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldn’t feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just came saying “stop” over and over like a broken record but he must’ve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said “we should do this again sometime”. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.

And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonald’s first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didn’t listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just “asking for attention” and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him. And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.

And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.

And I’m so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I don’t know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And… Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.

-16 year old girl

When you stick your head out of the sunroof during driver’s license and you have your friend back out of the parking space and pull back in so you can have your tunnel scene. It’s a vibe.

ST VOL 2. SPOILERS!!!!!!!!

I am seriously so mad that they used when it’s cold I like to die instead of heroes to refer back to season one in Eddie’s death scene. The whole reason for his death was to show he was a hero(even though they didn’t let him save anyone) and a great song to use would be heroes sung by Peter Gabriel in season one. Also in the scene it shows all the ‘heroes who are fighting Vecna. That song would tie the scene together so much better in my opinion.

Life lessons with a massive dumbass:

• don’t touch a stove top burner while it’s on

• don’t touch a pan that just came out of the oven

• don’t put metal in the microwave

• don’t forget to put water with top ramen or else it will catch fire

• don’t put taco shells in the toaster and then let it catch on fire and nearly burn the kitchen down

• don’t touch the metal things on a charger while plugging it into an outlet bc it will electrocute you

All learned from experience😁

If I had a nickel for every time that I busted my face open by ‘tripping’ over a chair but really flipping over when I was younger than 7 I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.

Ever just give up lay on your floor with the Mama Mia playlist