Its Things Like This That Keep Us Going

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I was born on a child farm

by reddit user IamHowardMoxley

“There is no free will.”

Those are the first words I ever read. I woke to them every day for many years. They were written on a sign. The sign was hung above the opposite row of bunks in the Sleeping Barn. I have no memories from before the farm; I assumed I was born there.

None of the children there knew why we were here or where we came from…nobody even knew how long we had been at the farm. Some children aged. Some didn’t. I can’t remember much, but that’s what happens when you are not given too much to remember.

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Have a nice day, people

My thoughts and prayers to all those affected by the orlando shooting. Such senseless acts of violence ending the lives of innocent people is wrong. The gov needs to take action in preventing things like this from happening again, not just talking about how tragic it is.

Other people’s successes are not a benchmark to which you should measure your own self worth and productivity. Your life should not be a place for comparison, self doubt and destruction. Your life is yours. It expands with every act of self love. Every surge of courage and kindness and every breath of pure self belief. Breathe in. Remind yourself of your own phenomenal light and continue peacefully into all that lies ahead of you.

— Jess Sharp

One joy of having older brothers!

Try and bully me in school? Come meet my older brother.

Wow so this happened way back. I’m talking almost 10 years ago when I was 13/14. Long story short, this boy in my year showed interest in me, he was this loud mouthed, cocky, obnoxious arsehole and I was quiet asf. It took me a long time to even pick up on the fact that he fancied me, and when I realized, I knew I didn’t find him attractive in any way.

So, it seemed he picked up on this, and instantly turned from showing interest, to being an absolute, 100% bully towards me. Picking up on how quiet he was, for months he ripped into the way I dressed (early teens goth phase ftw), that I was stupid, and it eventually got into darker territory.

(long story short, he picked up on the fact that I self harmed and mocked me badly about it, getting his follower, spinless mates to join in. Trying to pull my sleeves up during class etc. Rough time.)

Anyway, I never thought about the fact that I have two older, HUGE brothers. I never told anyone about this issue, let alone them. Deep down I knew they’d throttle the scrawny fuck, so maybe that’s why.

Well, one day, months into this daily shit, my second oldest brother visited from uni, picked me up and drove me around, catching up. He used to go to my school but left just as I began. He asked what was up, noticed I seemed quiet than usual. I broke down slightly mentioning about this arsehole I was dealing with. Kind of gave him the light version, as not to anger him too much.

…Too late.

My brother was silent, and just nodded. He said, “I’ll take care of it.” and we enjoyed the rest of the day as if nothing happened, I felt comforted.

That night, my bro says, “Ha, guess who I had a talk with on the phone?” Turns out, he somehow found the boy’s home number. He called him up, threatened to break his jaw. The scared little rat started to get ballsey, shouting back in his barely-broken voice. He even tried to make fun of my brother for having a prothestic leg, he must’ve heard about it through school. (something that’s never held him back or even bothered him for a second.)

Did I mention my brother was/is a gym freak? Despite his prosthetic, he was huge. Very largely built, big beard, aggressive-looking, the lot. Bully had never actually seen him before.

So, the next day, brother says, “Forget the bus, I’ll drive you into school, we’ll get a Mcdonalds on the way.” (he was very good to me)

We drive up, and he jumps out as he spots his old gym teacher. I’m standing beside them both as they catch up over old time’s sake. Two HUGE guys, arms folded, chatting away. As I’m standing next to my bro, who walks out from the bus?

The scrawny little loud mouth fuck. He struts down the path toward school, sees me and smirks. His eyes then lifts towards my brother and I see him skip in his step, his eyes bulging with fucking shit-scared fear when he realizes that this was the dude he tried to shit-talk on the phone.

I remember smiling at the boy, feeling my eyes glistening with glee. I lifted my arm to tap my brother’s shoulder, and I saw the boy pause in actual fear.

I let my brother know I’m heading in now, he gives me a gentle shoulder punch and tells me to have a good day.

That split second of pure dread and terror on that little cunt’s face was more than enough for me. If i’d let my brother know who he was, there’d be chaos. He’d have actually had him up against the wall by the scruff, no doubt. And I didn’t want my brother in trouble.

Since that day…he stayed the ever loving fuck away from me. No eye contact, head down to the ground. Beautiful.

Love ya’, bro. (source)

Don’t Fear the Reaper

By reddit user HarryDresdenWizard

I’ll say it right now, I grew up in a broken home. Dad drank. Mom drank. That might be why I’ve never touched a drop. But I’m getting on a tangent here.

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This is so important. Don't let what happens to women shadow the way men are affected by rape culture in todays society. I have experienced this fear (as a female) but my brothers have expressed the way in which they go out of their way to ensure friends, collogues and even strangers feel (and be) are safe.

This post is so important for everyone to read

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There were no simple answers. There were never just two sides to a war.

veins of fire by elizabeth tammi (via annabethisterrified)

Could you imagine this turned into a tv series, heck even a movie?

Consider:

Victorian England: 1837-1901

American Old West: 1803-1912

Meiji Restoration: 1868-1912

French privateering in the Gulf of Mexico: ended circa 1830

Conclusion: an adventuring party consisting of a Victorian gentleman thief, an Old West gunslinger, a disgraced former samurai, and an elderly French pirate is actually 100% historically plausible.