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Are fedoras really that bad?

YES YES THEY ARE

This is family, and it doesn’t end with blood🖤

I should really do some writing, tho‼️

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PLEASE TELL ME HOW I CAN GET INTO THE MATHLETES

Ok.

So…I think I wont to join the mathleets. @x-is-supreme @marwanthemathlete @spinninonthestereo @coldhardcady @mrs-norbury idk who els is on it

- thay hang out

- thay hav partys

- thay go to the mol

- thay will be my frends

Ok? Just dont tell Gina. @apex-predator-regina Or Gretch. @gretch-is-fetch88 Or Janis @janisianspacedyke Or Damien @damianisqueerandhere Becuz thay don’t like them.

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What was Zeus’s stripper name?

when will dan and phil make a full length youtube video with thomas sanders

It’s been a few hours, you’ve just been hanging there. You’ve been quiet, too quiet. Usually there’s music playing, or your foot steps could be heard. But today, you’re quiet. Your little sister, who doesn’t normally come to greet you because you lock yourself away, decides to see what you’re doing. She assumes you’re taking a nap, or doing some homework quietly. She runs up the stairs, eager to see, but she comes to an immediate halt. You’re not doing your homework, nor taking a nap. Your music isn’t playing and you aren’t walking around. You’re hanging there, completely still, now just like her. At this moment, her whole world shatters. Everything she has ever known, looked up to, loved, is hanging there by a thread. At this moment, her life has been changed forever. At this moment, she wishes she was hanging with you.

Before you decide to take your life, imagine who will find you. Imagine them walking into a room, and seeing you just hanging there. Whether it be your little sister, little brother, mother father, grandparents, a friend. Imagine what will happen when they find you. No, they will not say “Finally, they’re gone.” No, they will not say “I’m happy they did that.” No, they will not say “I never loved them anyways.” They will die. Their hearts will break. They will hurt, more than you ever could. They will cry, scream, and break down. They’ll believe it’s all just a dream, praying to wake up. Except, they won’t feel that for a few seconds, or a few days, not weeks, nor months. They will feel that until the day they die. Everyday will be hell. They’ll think of you ever second. They’ll hate themselves for not being able to help or save you. They’ll wish they could die too. They’ll want to give up, just to be with you. They won’t be ever be happy again. They won’t smile. They won’t go back to their daily routine. They’ll die every time they walk past your room, or see a picture of you, or think of a memory with you. They’ll think, but stay quiet. They’ll visit your grave, feeling a knife go through their chest every time. And every morning when they wake up, no matter how long it’s been, they’ll wake up to thinking they’ll see you, only to be let down once again. And every night, they will cry themselves to sleep, because even though they refuse to admit it, know you’re gone forever.

Before you decide to take your life, think of your family, burying you. Yes, your own mother and father are planning your funeral. It’s supposed to be the other way around, but it’s not. They’ll have to call the cops, sign a death certificate, pick out clothing, buy a tomb stone, a casket, pick out flower arrangements, and more; All for their child’s funeral. The morning of your funeral, everyone who loves you is wearing black. Tears are streaming down their face, while their heart is breaking. Everyone who you thought didn’t need you, or didn’t care, are waiting in line to see you. They aren’t waiting in line at a party, or a graduation, or at a wedding reception. They’re waiting to see you, hands folded, lifeless, in a casket.

Before you decide to take your life, think of everyone you will be hurting. Don’t you dare say no one, because absolutely everyone will be affected. Your grandparents, won’t have a grandchild anymore. Your parents, won’t have a child anymore. Your brother or sister, won’t have a sibling anymore. Your pet, won’t have an owner anymore. That person you sit next to in class, won’t feel your presence anymore. Your teacher, won’t have a student anymore. That time your grandparents told you no, will haunt them forever, thinking it is their fault, that you are now dead. That time your parents yelled at you, will haunt them forever, thinking if they didn’t yell at you, you would still be here. That time your sibling said they hated you, will hate themselves, because they believe you would still be alive if they said they loved you instead. Those kids who made you feel bad, will wish they were dead too, because if they just smiled at you instead, you would be here. That teacher that said you didn’t meet her expectations, will feel like a failure, because you would still be here, if she believed in you. Everyone, who has ever been in your presence, will hurt, because if they showed you they cared, you would still be here.

Before you decide to take your life, think. Don’t just think of yourself, think of the consequences for everyone else. No one’s life will be the same again. That person who God made specially for you, won’t have you. That happiness that was waiting for you, will never show again. Before you decide to take your life, realize that you may be ending your pain, but you’ll be starting a lifetime of everyone elses.

If you are feeling alone, and think that suicide is the only way out:

My ask is open, and I’m always here. I’ll never judge you. I’ll try to help you.

If you are thinking of taking your life, call:

1-800-784-2433

1-800-SUICIDE

Reblog if you ARE a woman in STEM, SUPPORT women in STEM, or ARE STILL BITTER about Rosalind Franklin not getting credit for discovering the structure of DNA and the Nobel prize going to Watson and Crick instead.

I said it over on my insta, I’m saying it here.

There’s an audio on musical.ly of music over gunshots. The shots are from the Florida shooting. Please don’t make a video to that audio. It’s disrespectful as fuck. 17 people lost their lives that day. Also, the audio could trigger people, and cause them to hurt themselves.

Don’t bother trying to find it. It shouldn’t even be allowed to exist.

Please reblog to spread awareness. A school shooting is such a horrible thing to happen, and anyone who uses the audio is fucked up.

@iheartkpopstuff @delightfulkittygladiator

I will delete if necessery but please. Try and avoid it. Especially if you get triggered by gunshots very easily.

THIS IS SO GOOD BUT IM CRYING

Sad headcanon: les doesn’t survive to adulthood

um this is rude how dare you (here have another fic no one asked for) ((I did minimal research and didn’t want to put Les in a sanitarium soooooo))

Les is sick. Davey doesn’t like to talk about it.

Jack remembers the day they found out. It was cold outside. Not quite winter. Les had a cold. That’s what Davey said.

Les had a cold. He had been sneezing and sniffling all day. Jack told Davey not to worry.

They were walking through Central Park, taking in the beauty of the falling leaves.

Les coughed. The first of many. He doubled over. His small frame shook. Davey grabbed him by the shoulders, held him until he stopped.

There was blood on Les’ lips, blood on the leaves by his feet.

Davey hugged Les a little tighter, looked at Jack.

Jack couldn’t think of anything to say.

There was a newsie a few years before. Her name was Rose. They called her that because of the bright red color of her lips. They were always so red.

She coughed a lot, too.

Les is sick. Much sicker than a simple cold. He doesn’t come out to sell as often these days.

Davey tries to sell enough for both of them. It’s hard. Jack keeps less and less of his share of the money. 

Les needs a doctor, Davey says. They can’t afford a doctor.

Weeks pass. Les doesn’t come out at all anymore. Jack knows the way to the Jacobs’ house like the back of his hand. He sits beside Les’ bed with Davey. 

Davey says that his mother cries so often these days.

Les is sick. He has a fever more often than not. The coughing is worse, so much worse. But Les still smiles. He asks Jack every day about the others. They miss Les.

A month passes. Les is paler now. Thinner. Jack brings him sweets sometimes from the corner store, but he rarely eats them. Davey tells him stories, and Jack draws him pictures.

Les still smiles, but it’s forced. He’s tired.

Davey doesn’t smile at all anymore.

Another month. There is snow on the ground. There is no heat in the apartment. Jack brings another blanket from the lodging house. It’s a quilt covered in patchwork squares. Buttons made it for Les. It doesn’t do much for his violent shivering.

Les is sick. He’s so thin, Jack can count every single one of his ribs. He coughs all the time, and Davey wipes the blood from his lips with a stained handkerchief. Les sleeps a lot. Last time Jack visited, he didn’t wake up.

Davey’s parents are by Les’ side almost constantly. Sarah is not; Davey mentions to Jack that she hasn’t stopped crying in days.

It happens a few days later. Jack brings a piece of candy for Les, hoping against hope that maybe he’ll want it. Davey meets him at the door. His face is red, his eyes puffy.

Jack realizes that this is the first time he has seen Davey cry since Les got sick. All he can do is pull Davey into a hug. They stand like that for ages.

Jack tells the others. For once in its existence, the lodging house is silent.

A week passes. Davey comes to the circulation gate one morning. He’s there to sell papers. He doesn’t smile.

Every day, Jack looks for Les in the crowd of newsies. He longs to see his smile.

He never finds him.

when will dan and phil make a full length youtube video with thomas sanders