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queendecuisine:

truyorkbity:

AvaLynn was attacked by another student on the school playground. We are fighting for answers and for greater supervision at school.

My friend Lacey Harris’s 5 year old daughter was brutalized by another child on the playground at school this week, in Pascagoula, Mississippi. Her face is swollen and bruised beyond recognition, and the only thing the school can tell her is that they “are investigating”

This sweet little 5 year old girl is terrified to return to school. She is in pain and she has been MAIMED. This needs IMMEDIATE media attention. The school and local news are ignoring the mother’s and loved ones’ cries for help. This family needs justice for what has been done to their poor little angel, and not just to be swept under the rug, as the school district is attempting to do. PLEASE shine some light on this situation and force school administration and news media to get some answers!

The mother has started a GoFundMe page to request help for paying medical bills and legal fees, as it looks as though she’s going to have to pursue this route in order to get any justice at all for her little girl. Please, please, share this link on your page. Even if people are unable to donate, please just help us get the word out on what is going on with this poor family.

This is really heartbroken for me and extremely hard to look at.

This is the link to Ava’s donation page.
Please donate and share and PRAY!
God bless you all!

http://www.gofundme.com/doid6w

This is absolutely outraging. My heart hurts looking at this.

madwatch-madwatch

jessiphia:

I just…. there is so much wrong with this like THIS IS A SONG FOR PLUS SIZED POSITIVITY IN A WORLD WHERE THERE BASICALLY IS NONE and thin people STILL have to make it all about them and their feelings while girls are literally KILLING THEMSELVES out here to fit into a standard of beauty that should be considered arbitrary. 

I just. I need to sit down a moment I am literally so mad. 

madwatch-madwatch
lah-disputes:

This may get 2 notes this may get 1000. I don’t really mind, even if it helps one person i’m happy. I just want you to know that everything will be okay. I know you’re in a hard place right now where you think that maybe harming yourself or killing yourself is the only solution. But I promise you, there are other ways you can cope and there are reasons for you to stay on this earth. Self harming isn’t going to solve the problem/s nor will it make you feel any better. I know you get a sense of release/punishment but it’s not going to help in the long run. Remind yourself that every time you feel the urge to self-harm that it’s just a thought. You DO NOT have to act upon it. Self-harming will affect you emotionally, physically and mentally. It will only help for about 5 minutes. Then something else can happen to trigger the feeling again. Alternatives without harming yourself:
Holding/squeezing ice. 
Splashing your face with water. 
Getting a rubber band and snapping it against your skin (this could hurt, though it’s better than other ways that people usually choose to self-harm).
Take a hot shower or bath.
Eat something sour. It will take your mind of the urge. (Lemon, sour lollies) 
Massage where you want to self-harm.
Get a red pen or red paint and draw/paint over where you usually self-harm. 
Remind yourself as to why you shouldn’t do it. (Scars, harms organs, blood lose, leave memories etc…)
Describe what you are feeling. (Is the urge/pain in your chest, fists, legs, arms, head).
Killing yourself will not help. It is not a solution.For whatever reason you are thinking about killing yourself, it is temporary and you can get help. I know you probably think no one cares, you think you can’t handle the situation you are in or you feel helpless and alone. But I want to remind you everything is temporaryYou have your whole life ahead of you. You have so many more years that you can accomplish things in. For example; 
Having a family. 
Getting married.
To watch the sun rise. 
To watch the sun set.
To save someone else’s life.
Finish school.
Get your dream job.
To laugh.
To smile.
To go camping.
Travel to new places.
To wake up every morning to the person you love.
Friends.
Family.
To keep that promise you made.
To accomplish a goal.
To meet your idle.
To listen to new music.
Theme parks.
Video games.
Chocolate.
To be able to look back and say “I made it”.
Just a reminder; what you are going through is temporary. In case you need to hear this:
You are loved. 
You are wanted. 
You are needed.
You are beautiful.
You are handsome. 
You are important. 
You are not alone. 
You are okay. 
You are strong. 
You are worth it. 
You are smart. 
You are not a failure. 
You are useful. 
You are going to be okay. 
I’m always here for you. I’ll try my best to help and make you smile. You deserve to be happy and you deserve to know that you are not alone and there are people that can help. 

lah-disputes:

This may get 2 notes this may get 1000. I don’t really mind, even if it helps one person i’m happy. 

I just want you to know that everything will be okay. I know you’re in a hard place right now where you think that maybe harming yourself or killing yourself is the only solution. But I promise you, there are other ways you can cope and there are reasons for you to stay on this earth. 

Self harming isn’t going to solve the problem/s nor will it make you feel any better. I know you get a sense of release/punishment but it’s not going to help in the long run. 
Remind yourself that every time you feel the urge to self-harm that it’s just a thought. You DO NOT have to act upon it. 
Self-harming will affect you emotionally, physically and mentally. It will only help for about 5 minutes. Then something else can happen to trigger the feeling again. 

Alternatives without harming yourself:

  • Holding/squeezing ice. 
  • Splashing your face with water. 
  • Getting a rubber band and snapping it against your skin (this could hurt, though it’s better than other ways that people usually choose to self-harm).
  • Take a hot shower or bath.
  • Eat something sour. It will take your mind of the urge. (Lemon, sour lollies) 
  • Massage where you want to self-harm.
  • Get a red pen or red paint and draw/paint over where you usually self-harm. 
  • Remind yourself as to why you shouldn’t do it. (Scars, harms organs, blood lose, leave memories etc…)
  • Describe what you are feeling. (Is the urge/pain in your chest, fists, legs, arms, head).



Killing yourself will not help. It is not a solution.
For whatever reason you are thinking about killing yourself, it is temporary and you can get help. 
I know you probably think no one cares, you think you can’t handle the situation you are in or you feel helpless and alone. 
But I want to remind you everything is temporary
You have your whole life ahead of you. You have so many more years that you can accomplish things in. 
For example; 

  • Having a family. 
  • Getting married.
  • To watch the sun rise. 
  • To watch the sun set.
  • To save someone else’s life.
  • Finish school.
  • Get your dream job.
  • To laugh.
  • To smile.
  • To go camping.
  • Travel to new places.
  • To wake up every morning to the person you love.
  • Friends.
  • Family.
  • To keep that promise you made.
  • To accomplish a goal.
  • To meet your idle.
  • To listen to new music.
  • Theme parks.
  • Video games.
  • Chocolate.
  • To be able to look back and say “I made it”.

Just a reminder; what you are going through is temporary. 

In case you need to hear this:

  • You are loved. 
  • You are wanted. 
  • You are needed.
  • You are beautiful.
  • You are handsome. 
  • You are important. 
  • You are not alone. 
  • You are okay. 
  • You are strong. 
  • You are worth it. 
  • You are smart. 
  • You are not a failure. 
  • You are useful. 
  • You are going to be okay. 

I’m always here for you. I’ll try my best to help and make you smile. 
You deserve to be happy and you deserve to know that you are not alone and there are people that can help. 

insomniackid7
prpltnkr:

rainbow-lick:


"Fursuiting has a certain dimming effect on one’s senses.
My senses aren’t razor sharp on the best day, so cover me in fur, take away a good portion of my hearing and vision, and I become a tad ineffectual in navigating the world around me.
Rambling up the pier on a sunny Sunday, I became aware of a  sudden heaviness in my right leg.”Uh oh,” I thought. “Stroke.”
Upon closer examination, I discovered that my difficulty walking was not caused by a blood clot, but rather this young man who had anchored himself to my side.
Relieved, I patted his head, gave him the happy paws and looked around for the camera. Surely his parents were taking pictures of their giddy son and the giant canine.
It was then I realized that he was sobbing, and no cameras, let alone parental units, were in evidence.
Dogs I understand. Children are a mystery to me. Worried that I had crushed his little foot, or smacked him with my tail, I asked him what was the matter.
"I can’t find my daddy!" He said between hiccups. "That’s OK," I said. ‘I’ll sniff him out for you." "Really? You promise?" He gripped me tighter and brightened a little. "Of course! I’m a search and rescue dog. No problem."
He grinned and held my paw and I then realized that I had better locate pops post haste or the kid would grow up not to trust talking dogs. I couldn’t have that.
We walked slowly up the pier, searching for daddy, both trying to smile for the tourists. Little Carlos related that his papa had been fishing, but had moved to a new spot on the rail. The kid had walked over to look at a seagull, and somehow lost track of  his dad’s position. I wagged. I was looking for a guy fishing from the pier, and that narrowed my search to only a few hundred blokes. Piece of cake.
"What does your daddy look like?" I asked. "He’s wearing a white t-shirt." Carlos offered. I looked around. So were 90% of the others fishing.
Sensing that I needed more information, he thought hard for a moment. “He fishes with squid!” He exclaimed, convinced that hunk of knowledge would lead us to pops like no other.
We walked up and down the pier. Twice. Carlos started to cry again, and I felt a peculiar mix of compassion, panic and failure. What if we never found his dad? I’d have to raise him as my own. Where would he sleep? What do kids eat? Kids grow up so fast. How could I afford shoes and tiny fursuits every 6 months?
Just when we were both about to dissolve into sobbing puddles,a frantic man came running towards us, brandishing a fishing rod and a look of profound relief. I’ll never forget it.
"Mijo!" He exclaimed, scooping up the kid and hugging him so tightI thought he might pop. They were both crying and smiling and a flood of relief washed over me. I wouldn’t have to worry about making pint sized DTD’s after all….
Carlos Sr. shook my paw vigorously and thanked me again and again for taking the time to help his boy. He had no idea howthey became separated, but a nice lady on the end of the piertold him that a talking dog was wandering around with a lost kiddo.At least I was easy to spot.
As father and son resumed their day of pescatory bliss, I feltlike a very good dog. Crisis averted, I continued my stroll, heading decidedly for the watering hole with the coldest beer. 
I may not be much of a search and rescue dog, but I felt like it at that moment.”
-Dogbomb

 
sweetest story ever…

Good PR for furries!

prpltnkr:

rainbow-lick:

"Fursuiting has a certain dimming effect on one’s senses.

My senses aren’t razor sharp on the best day, so cover me in fur, take away a good portion of my hearing and vision, and I become a tad ineffectual in navigating the world around me.

Rambling up the pier on a sunny Sunday, I became aware of a  sudden heaviness in my right leg.”Uh oh,” I thought. “Stroke.”

Upon closer examination, I discovered that my difficulty walking was not caused by a blood clot, but rather this young man who had anchored himself to my side.

Relieved, I patted his head, gave him the happy paws and looked around for the camera. Surely his parents were taking pictures of their giddy son and the giant canine.

It was then I realized that he was sobbing, and no cameras, let alone parental units, were in evidence.

Dogs I understand. Children are a mystery to me. Worried that I had crushed his little foot, or smacked him with my tail, I asked him what was the matter.

"I can’t find my daddy!" He said between hiccups. "That’s OK," I said. ‘I’ll sniff him out for you." "Really? You promise?" He gripped me tighter and brightened a little. "Of course! I’m a search and rescue dog. No problem."

He grinned and held my paw and I then realized that I had better locate pops post haste or the kid would grow up not to trust talking dogs. I couldn’t have that.

We walked slowly up the pier, searching for daddy, both trying to smile for the tourists. Little Carlos related that his papa had been fishing, but had moved to a new spot on the rail. The kid had walked over to look at a seagull, and somehow lost track of  his dad’s position. I wagged. I was looking for a guy fishing from the pier, and that narrowed my search to only a few hundred blokes. Piece of cake.

"What does your daddy look like?" I asked. "He’s wearing a white t-shirt." Carlos offered. I looked around. So were 90% of the others fishing.

Sensing that I needed more information, he thought hard for a moment. “He fishes with squid!” He exclaimed, convinced that hunk of knowledge would lead us to pops like no other.

We walked up and down the pier. Twice. Carlos started to cry again, and I felt a peculiar mix of compassion, panic and failure. What if we never found his dad? I’d have to raise him as my own. Where would he sleep? What do kids eat? Kids grow up so fast. How could I afford shoes and tiny fursuits every 6 months?

Just when we were both about to dissolve into sobbing puddles,a frantic man came running towards us, brandishing a fishing rod and a look of profound relief. I’ll never forget it.

"Mijo!" He exclaimed, scooping up the kid and hugging him so tightI thought he might pop. They were both crying and smiling and a flood of relief washed over me. I wouldn’t have to worry about making pint sized DTD’s after all….

Carlos Sr. shook my paw vigorously and thanked me again and again for taking the time to help his boy. He had no idea howthey became separated, but a nice lady on the end of the piertold him that a talking dog was wandering around with a lost kiddo.At least I was easy to spot.

As father and son resumed their day of pescatory bliss, I feltlike a very good dog. Crisis averted, I continued my stroll, heading decidedly for the watering hole with the coldest beer. 

I may not be much of a search and rescue dog, but I felt like it at that moment.”

-Dogbomb

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sweetest story ever…

Good PR for furries!

shinytotodile

ladydogbarf:

atomic-glitter:

micdotcom:

She pointed out the sexism in video games, so men threatened her until she fled her home

On Monday, Anita Sarkeesian posted a segment titled “Women as Background Decoration.” It examined how gratuitous sexual abuse and violence permeates contemporary video games. By the next day, she had received so many violent threats that she had to flee her home. And these weren’t idle Internet threats — some contained accurate identifying information about Sarkeesian’s home and family, enough for law enforcement to get involved.

But she’s not wrong | Follow @micdotcom

The people who say that there’s no sexism in gaming; do they ever wonder why “trolls” consistently target people who point out sexism and take it to these extremes or is the whole thing just random chance to them every single time?

Wow. I watched this video a few months back, and I had no idea this had happened. I ultimately stopped being an active online gamer due to the harassment. Getting a message saying “hey whore” every time I logged onto PSN. Or being told a variety of sexually explicit things while playing online… it’s exhausting. Poor girl.