Nonsense

The art of doing whatever you want

[alienawareness]

Rest In Peace, Vinny. He was 20 years old and he died headed home from work. He got hit by a car on his little moped. He was such a beautiful soul. He had a dope sense of humor and he was one of my favorite smoking buddies. I’ve known him since high school and the loss is felt among many of my old circles.

His little sister is having to prep for funeral costs and while I understand that given the state of the world right now, no one really has anything to help with but even a little will help. Please.

His go fund me is:

https://gf.me/u/y2gmwr

VINCENT DEEMY please help!, organized by Victoria Garcia

I'm starting this fundraiser to donate to VINCENT DEEMY (VINNY) funeral services and expens… Victoria Garcia needs your support for VINCENT

[alienawareness]

Life advice for drug dealers:

Do not call me: I am not trying to be bombarded every few minutes with your phone calls. I’m trying to buy weed, not be harassed. Text me the details and I will adhere to them. I am just as enthusiastic about my purchase as you are. I promise.

Stick to prices: I buy from you because it’s $10 a gram. I don’t want to spend $15. If I did I would buy some over priced exotic. “It’s some gas I promise.” Will not convince me. I do not want it. This has exceptions, if I knowingly want something a little heavier and know the price is up, that’s fine. If You only have $15 now and I’ve been buying for $10 then what the heck man. You’re messing with my weed budget and I will find someone else. Guaranteed. Chances are, I’ve already found two new guys.

Know your strains: I am meticulous. I smoke weed because it makes my spine feel better and I can clench my hands into fists again. For that reason, I take notes. What strains make me feel what way. What I want to smoke in the morning, mid day, bed time. What to smoke when I want to clean my room from top to bottom. Saying “idk bro but it’s fire.” Is not helpful. Dude, how are you selling without knowing your own damn product.

We are customers: You are running a business and I am a client. Patience is a virtue because of this. If you’re across town, I will be there as soon as possible but I am still human. I will run into traffic, I will be confused by new construction signs. Do not call me because I’m behind. You trying to get caught up?

We can smoke together: But we are matching. I am not wasting what I just bought when you’re over here with a life time supply.

First names only: You don’t need my life story. You need my money. Let’s keep that straight. Don’t delude me into thinking we’re friends if we aren’t. You’re my plug. I’m okay with that.

Know your hours: Either let me know upfront your best hours or expect a message at 12 am when the money hits the bank.

You’re my guy: So long as you can be loyal to me and value me and my money enough to think of me when you have a deal going on or maybe find a strain you know I’d appreciate here and there we be cool. I want you to be okay, safe, wealthy, happy and below the radar. But if I’ve only been with you for a few weeks and you start trying to pull a fast one on me we’re done. I’ll get a new guy. My loyalty is with you so long as yours is with me.

Do not try to cross breed me on another substance: Suggest your ecstasy and your coke but when I say no I mean no. I only want weed. When I tell you that I mean it. Save it for a guy who wants those drugs. I’m just tryna stay on my plant life.

Last but not least. Thank you. Keep doing you. And keep me out of your trouble.

[alienawareness]

Writer’s block I guess

Personally, I believe the concept of ‘writer’s block’ is full of shit. (Though, I might be impossibly more pessimistic since the last time I made a post.) The concept is wholly the product of either (not entirely or even applicable to all of you, or any of you for that matter) mental illness, procrastination, being a perfectionist, (which in turn causes procrastination), or deep down just the ever so assholish internal fear of failure. 

i honestly can’t tell you every way to fix it. I can’t tell you what will work for you. I do know one thing though, it is entirely based upon your ability to decide whether or not writing is what you want to do. I can sit you down and tell you just how hard writing with depression is, trust me, I get it. But, if you want one escape, one place to express every dark thought you ever had, one escape that is entirely your own and no one else’s, then you should put that into writing. Art therapy is truly something to be admired. The only reason I say this instead of get help is I know how hard that can be for someone and how difficult it can be to get access to help. 

This may seem like it’s a rude awakening for whoever is reading this but, it’s partly an awakening for myself. Chronic pain, depression, both of them have been kicking my ass lately and it is taking everything I have to get back into writing. I mean, I’ve been jotting down character profiles, I’ve even actually been drawing (very poorly, very very poorly). 

I guess the point is, buckle down, tell whatever voice is fucking your day up to shut the hell up and try to pursue what you love. Maybe, I’m so hyped about this because of all the paths I can myself doing this is the only one I can muster the love for. This is the only thing I’ll never get tired of and unlike my siblings I refuse to let something as fiction as writer’s block stop me. Don’t let it stop you too. Why would you? You can say life is a highway all you want but if a pothole is going to send you spinning off the edge then why are you complaining about not being able to write in the first place? You gotta want that shit like you want to be happy. I don’t know about any of you but, writing is my peace. Writer’s block ain’t shit compared to actually writing. 

What isn’t to love about writing anyway? 

Editing. You get to reread and make it so much better and cooler. 

Plotting. Have a world unfold in front of your eyes. All from your own brain. 

Writing. Put that bomb ass world on paper. 

Character creation, world building. Anything. Writing is amazing and beautiful and nothing, nothing should stop you from pursuing that. 

[c-ssandras-archive]

Yall think the gods take classics classes for fun

[c-ssandras-archive]

Professor: whys your drawing look like that lol artemis would be paler

Apollo, twin sister to Artemis, has seen her at least once a week for 4,000 years:

[remadeheartachemotel]

professor: ares is the god of war and is evil.

ares:

[teawiththegods]

Professor: Hades kidnapped and forced himself on Persephone. They exist in a loveless marriage where Persephone is a victim with no power.

Persephone:

[vixencatastrophe]

Professor: Aphrodite is the god of love between a man and a woman

Aphrodite:

[alienawareness]

I love it. 

[ekinsellaauthor]

I love first drafts. I know they’re far from perfect. They’re rough and sometimes they don’t make sense, but they’re the first whole version of your story. They’re a book baby in the early stages before you polish it up into what it will become. 

How do you feel about first drafts? Love them? Hate them? 

[alienawareness]

I love them because I get to explore and create somthing that wasn't there before. Even if I'm taking a world I have already built and crafting a new story.

[90377]

Enchanted forest by Pierre

[alienawareness]

Absolutely gorgeous!

[jennamoreci-deactivated20260404]

Pass the Happy!

Tagged by @pir8chickk18​

Say 5 things that make you happy, and then tag 10 people to do the same. 

1. When Cliff does one of his goofy dances, or wears a goofy smile, or does the lizard face, or does this thing with his hands that reminds me of a doggie paddle. Basically Cliff being Cliff. 

2. Sexy murder shoes, aka shoes that are heeled, super pointy or chunky, most likely black, and blur the line between ultra feminine and “she could probably kill me with those things.”

3. Writing.

4. Listening to my favorite music while driving around during the summer with the windows rolled down.

5. When readers tell me how much they appreciate my stories, how much the healthy relationship means to them, how much they love tobleila, and/or their theories about the symbols and themes. When you work so hard on something and put every effort into it, that kinda response is priceless.

Tagging @ekinsellaauthor, @radruilin, @gloriawriting, @hanniepee, @emmalederman, @priyaele, @smitha-ng, @dancingdarklingwrites, @madnessbeyondrealms, @stevenpartridgequill.

[ekinsellaauthor]

Tagged by @jennamoreci and @djmunden

1. Writing is pretty much always a pick me up. I love everything about it, even on the days I struggle

2. Chad being a super cute and amazing husband at all hours of the day

3. Laundry day, because it means my one kitty is going to get SUPER excited about the sheets being her own personal parachute that she can run around under and roll around purring

4. Beta readers screaming over my stories XD

5. My incredible writer friends who have made this whole journey wonderful <3

Tagging @gloriawriting @authorjoeypaul @authorallysonvondran @kira-desomma @w1tchmom @catwalkninja @overwhelmsion @avi-burton-writing @doublethink92 @kbcypher

[alienawareness]

Ahhhhh I suppose given my current state of mind I should probably paste this list everywhere so I can remember it always but tagged by @ekinsellaauthor

1) When I’m taking a shower with my fiance and he’s dancing to the music and making his hair do weird things with the soap. 

2) Writing, of course, because I feel that words make up my heart and soul and that it’s the one thing I truly could not live without. 

3) Athena, my older cat and Belladona, my new kitten. (His name is sorta in the works so it might change later but he’s super sweet and imprinted on me like instantaneously. 

4) Sleep lol I need more of it but I relish the sleep I get. 

5) When my mans and I go driving with the music blaring and the windows rolled down as we explore roads we haven’t encountered before. 

I don’t really have ten people so I have one. 

@clean-prompts

[corvidprompts]

“I know you just got back, but —”

“Nope.”

“But —”

“No. Absolutely not. I’m going to eat food and sleep and then I will see about your missions.”

[alienawareness]

Iris looked at the long, winding staircase that lead down into the war bunker she called her home. Truly, she thought of simply dropping. Just laying down at the top. With a resigned sigh she grabbed onto the hilt of her sword and began her reluctant jog down the metal stairs. If only hunters had a sense of humor, then perhaps they could have a slide down instead. 

“Madame Iris!” 

No. Fuck no, She should have stayed at the top of the stairs. A witch could come and murder her, that would have been okay. So long as all these needy assholes left her alone. Peace and quiet, now that’s what she really needed. None of this Iris that, Iris this. 

“What?” She couldn’t help the rage that seemed barely contained in the word. No doubt startling the young woman before her. The bruises that littered her skin were aching beyond relief and her ribs were screaming from the act of breathing. 

“I know you just got back, but ----” 

“Nope.” Iris shook her head, taking a couple more steps down the stairs. She was calling it a night, war be damned. She was going to shower, get healed and fucking sleep. The war would be there when she woke up, if she woke up. 

“But----”

“No. Absolutely fucking not. I’m going to eat, for once, then I am going to sleep and then, and only then, will I see about your stupid, godforsaken missions.”

The huntress raised an eyebrow waiting to see if the woman would attempt to sway her yet again. 

“Jordan insists.” She attempted, voice shaking as she attempted to make herself smaller. 

“Jordan can impale himself with the tip of my blade if he wishes for me to do shit. He can beg on his knees too the good goddess Cel before I do what he wants. If it is so important do it your fucking self. For the love of life woman move!”

Iris pushed past her, ignoring her squeal of protest. Fuck this war and fuck the hunters army, she was going to take a damn nap for once. 

[im-only-human-221]

Foam Fly swatters.

So, about ten years ago I got my dad a fly swatter like this; a foam hand with a plastic sound boxes that said “Gotcha” and other stuff, as a gag- My dad loves fly swatters- little did I know this would become his FAVORITE one. Sadly two years later a friend of mine came over and… broke it. To this dad my dad STILL brings i

I want to get him a new one for Christmas- but, I CANNOT FIND ONE. I have been looking for months. Does anyone know where I can buy  of these? I bought the original one at CVS I think. 

Any help is appreciated. =)

TL;DR I’m looking for a foam flyswatter with a sound boxes on the end as a gift for my dad

[theunamazingauthor]

This is going to be one the only times I share a non-writing post; if you don’t want to see these then blacklist the tag: nonunamazingpost

Thank you.

[alienawareness]

Writing tag

First time I’ve been  tagged in a tag. Lol, I’ve been tagged by @ekinsellaauthor

What made you first start writing? Do remember anything specific that made you start or have you always “just wanted to?”

Gosh, would it be bad if I gave the stereotypical “I always wanted to be a writer” answer? I suppose if you wanted the real basics it was a love of story telling. Of books and movies. I always loved reading, eventually, around 8-9 I decided hey, I want to publish a book, I wanna write. I just went heck yeah, I want to do this forever. Poor kid me didn't know how hard this industry is going to be.

What was your favorite childhood book?

Eragon. The amount of love I have for this book is incredible. As a child I loved it, as a teenager going on an adult I love. I don't think I'll ever stop. Just, the joy that I feel when I read it and the awe. It leaves me speechless.

Have you read a book or story that you would say stuck with you “the most” either as a reader or as a writer?

This of course is Eragon as well. I mean, the writing is phenomenal and just Eragon is this beautiful character and he develops so beautifully. I don't know what to say that could make you see how much I love it and how much it has impacted me as a writer and as a person.

Music! Do you use it at any point in your writing process?

Heck yes! I listen to music all the time, I think about scenes and can imagine them choreographed to certain songs and then when I'm writing they allow me to zone out and really focus. It just adds to the whole process for me. Writing and music just goes hand in hand for me.

How do you feel about fairy tales? Love them, hate them, read them all the time, think they’re childish or is it something else?

I LOVE THEM. I actually have a grimm book and it is beaten to death and still one of the most valued books I own. I love them. And retellings are great like the lunar chronicles.

What kind/sphere of knowledge tends to influence your writing the most? (i.e. if you know a ton about music, does that show up in your work? Are you a mythology buff and pull a great deal from that knowledge? Or maybe you’re into science and use that a good bit!)

Gosh, I don't really know. I mean it isn't so much what I know but what I find interesting. I love learning new things so I like to expand my realm of knowledge. But, on top of that I do enjoy mythology a lot.

Have you had/do you have one person that you would consider your “writing mentor?”

I wouldn't say mentor. I would say people I've looked up to. And that would be Rowling and Paolini to be honest. I just adored their books as a kid and they've greatly influenced my writing, helped me grow.

Have any books made you want to travel to a specific place (in the real world of course!) SIMPLY because the book really brought it to life?

Honestly, yes. I can't name them off of the top of my head but I do love those books that just make me want to travel to see forests and lakes and oceans.

Have you ever named a pet after a character from a book you read? Have you named a pet after a character from a work that you wrote?

No, only because I have a mythology kick going. I might in the future though.

Do any specific settings crop up repeatedly in your works? Are those settings pulled from where you currently live or have lived in the past?

I mean forests crop up a lot and not because of my life or anything. Just because I really love forests. Especially enchanted forests.

I’m gonna be tagging @theunamazingauthor (Because they’re amazing and I love their page. A lot.) @clean-prompts

[totallynottherealalliprince]

Dialogue prompt

“You have to face them eventually.”

“No, I really don’t. I could just… runaway and never come back. Yeah! That’s what I’ll do!”

[alienawareness]

"You have to face them eventually." Iris snapped. Her face contorted in her anger but as always it wasn't directed at her brother how could she? Her eyebrows furrowed as she crossed her arms over her chest. Seth's own eyed dropped to the floor when he caught her pose. It was her 'I'm disappointed in you' action and always made him regret not taking a stand.

"No, I really don't. I could just..... Runaway and never come back. Yeah! That's what I'll do." Seth stated, similing brightly though the movement hurt his bleeding lip. He had yet to go to the nurse for it. The nurse, his doting mother who would probably rip the abuser a new hide but, no. This was the first time even Iris had caught on.

"You're right. You don't have to deal with it." Iris smiled and Seth could feel the cold in his chest as his lips curled down. Before she even moved toward Seth was up, holding his hands and shaking his head. The new lighting caused his sister to gasp. Then he knew he had made a mistake. Now she could see the bruises that littered his cheek, the gash that was slashed across his face. The black that encircled his eye and darkened his lips.

"Se-th." Her voice cracked as she gently took his face into her hands. Tears causing her hazel eyes to glimmer under the minimal light of the war bunker. "What did they do to you?"

In that moment Seth saw her shift in demanor. There was no changing her mind now, the cold determination that crossed her face as she slowly placed a kiss on his forehead. Then he knew, no matter if he had stood up to them himself, Iris would still be here. Standing in front of him, holding his face and promising to fix it all. Wasn't that how their story worked? As children it was always this. Iris acting as his body guard and carving the path so that he may live in peace.

He understood that now. That deep level of who his sister was resonated with him then. So much so that he could hardly protest as she smiled at him. The smile that had brought him years of comfort and love. He could hardly muster the strength to keep her here as she left the room to once again fight his demons alone.

Iris kept her resolve. Nodded politely to her brother's attacker. All the while grinning. It was different now. Colder. Sharper. She could see the hunter shiver as she passed and with a sudden exhale she called his name. She could practically hear his shoulders tense, hear his heart racing in his chest.

"James, what do you need?" Cautious. He was being cautious. It was far too late for that Iris decided, slowly turning with a raised eyebrow.

"The first time you hit my brother did you have a death wish?" She sneered.

"N-no." He stuttered. The huntress nodded, decidedly pleased with his answer.

"Then this will be all the more entertaining."

If people could hear his screams they didn't come. They knew she wouldn't kill him. Perhaps leave him grasping on what little strings of life he had left but, his heart would still beat and he would know then that all it takes is a busted face to disrupt Iris' perfectly crafted collected facade. Because, with every bruise she saw on her brother's face she knew that in a heartbeat she would sacrifice the lives of everyone in the world including her own if it meant Seth was safe and at peace.

[cornerverse]

@miraculousfluffmonth day 26

Umbrella

               Chloé stared out the window, watching the rain come down. Somehow, she could still hear Marinette’s music over the thunder and rain. The girl in question was working on a dress for Chloé, commissioned for a party she had to attend this weekend. Well, maybe ‘working’ was a generous term.

               “You seem awfuly happy,” Chloé remarked.

               “I just love thunderstorms,” Marinette said.

               “No, I know that look,” she said.

               “What look?” she asked.

               “That one,” she gestured to all of her. “That goofy smile, the humming and dancing. Giggling to yourself. You’re thinking of Adrien but I know he hasn’t done anything specific to earn this right now, so why’s he on your mind?”

               “You’re going to laugh,” she said.

               “Probably,” she shrugged. “You two are the dorkiest couple. So, spill, what is it?”

               Marinette set down the sowing supplies. Still with that goofy smile, she walked over to a corner of the room. After rifling through a shelf for a moment, she pulled out an umbrella and walked back.

               “Remember the first day I met Adrien?” Marinette said. “You had put gum on my seat, and I yelled at him because I thought he was in on it?”

               “Oh yeah, that,” Chloé made a face. “Sorry again, about that one.”

               “Yeah, well, anyway,” she laughed. “Later, as we were leaving school, it started storming. Adrien came up to apologize for it, explain himself. At first I was still mad, but he was so sweet and sincere, and he opened up, you know? Then he offered me this umbrella.”

               “Okay, still not seeing it,” she said, smirking as she did.

               “It was like time stopped in that half-second,” she sighed dreamily. “There was a flash of lightning and the roar of thunder, and he looked…. Magical. I swear he was glowing, but a soft glow, like moonlight. His hair looked like literal sunshine, and his eyes-“

               “Let me guess,” she said. “His eyes looked like stars?”

               “It sounds dumb, since his eyes are green,” she chuckled. “But yes. It was probably just a reflection from the lightning, but I swear I saw stars in his eyes. And that was the moment I fell in love with him.”

               Chloé was quiet at first. Then she began to snicker. Soon enough, she was almost crying with laughter. Marinette huffed and rolled her eyes.

               “Okay, I’m not laughing for the reason you think!” Chloé said between giggles.

               “Really?” she asked, unconvinced.

               “So, okay, here’s the thing,” she said. “I’ve heard a very similar story. About a boy in the rain, offering his umbrella. Except he described the girl as ‘glowing like the sun, with hair as dark as night and galaxies spiraling in her beautiful blue eyes’. While he didn’t realize it until a while later, because he’s an idiot and had been focused on ‘Ladybug’, that was the moment Adrien began to fall in love with you.”

               Somehow, Marinette’s grin got even goofier as her face blushed redder. Chloé gave a few more snickers as the girl picked up her phone to call.

               “You called it ‘magical’,” Chloé laughed. “But Adrien said it was a bit ‘Miraculous’”

               She laughed as a pillow flew across the room to hit her in the face.

[squirrellygirlart]

This needs hella more notes

[alienawareness]

I LOVE THIS

[kejtova]

[lilbittydragon-deactivated20241]

OH MY GOD ITS TEENY TINY LITTLE LEGS AND WINGS

[guddram-deactivated20180109]

@vrala @rapidreptile

[stayingwoke]

[intergalacticsociety]

But they aren’t documented so they wouldn’t be pa…..nvm

[stayingwoke]

This is a huge misconception for regular Americans. When the government uses the phrase “undocumented” they’re using it incorrectly because if they were truly undocumented then they would’ve be in system. However these immigrants are in the system and they pay taxes, file tax returns and get no benefits that citizens and legal residents get. They also get to see ICE showing up at their doors because the government has their addresses. Fun fact. “Undocumented” workers pays $12 billion dollars every year in taxes. https://www.google.com/amp/www.forbes.com/sites/niallmccarthy/2016/10/06/how-much-tax-do-americas-undocumented-immigrants-actually-pay-infographic/amp/

[flockof]

Reblogging for info.

[bemusedlybespectacled]

“Undocumented” just means “without papers,” i.e. a social security card, valid visa, etc. They’re still on databases and whatnot, they just don’t have the documentation that allows them to reap the benefits.

[bonusfries]

so if it didn’t click- the government is aware of their presence and gladly taking their money under the table while simultaneously promoting the idea that undocumented people are a threat and encouraging hatred and distrust of them it’s super messed up, literally the scheme of an evil villain, and it’s really happening

[pinche-aquarius]

🗣 undocumented immigrants in Los Angeles contribute more to the GDP than the state of Montana and like 5 other states

[fullyactivated-deactivated20181]

do they not have sales tax in america? You can buy a bag of chips at the convenience store and still pay taxes

[stayingwoke]

Heck yeah, we have sales tax, real estate tax, some states have personal property tax for cars etc, some cities have state and local taxes and all this doesn’t even include federal and state income tax.

[futureblackwakandan-deactivated]

I don’t know who told you that Undocumented immigrants don’t pay taxes but before I got my green card and I was working(yes it is possible and no it wasn’t off the books) best believe that I was paying taxes out the ass and getting nothing in return because I couldn’t file for taxes when tax season came around so yea undocumented immigrants are robbed on the regular.

[mmarkle]

HURRICANE HARVEY IS NOW A CATEGORY THREE HURRICANE.

fellow texans: this is serious. if you’re in an area where you were told to evacuate, YOU NEED TO EVACUATE.

Here are some resources from the Texas Democrats website:

Please only call 911 for immediate medical, fire or police emergencies.

Call 311 to report flooding or debris in streets.

Resources for Hurricane Harvey

Visit Hurricanes.govfor the latest on the storm.

Visit www.ready.gov or www.listo.gov (español) for tips on how to prepare for and stay safe during hurricanes and flooding.

Visit the FEMA Social Hub for updates from official emergency management social media accounts.

Download the FEMA Mobile App to receive alerts from the National Weather Service, get safety and survival tips, customize your emergency checklist, find your local shelter, and upload your disaster photos to help first responders.

Report debris or flooding

Call 311 from your phone to report debris or flooding

Power outages

Stay away from downed power lines

Report downed power lines by calling 311

Food safety after power outages

http://www.foodsafety.gov/keep/charts/refridg_food.html

Your food should be safe as long as power is out no more than 4 hours

Keep the door closed as much as possible

Discard any perishable food (such as meat, poultry, fish, eggs, and leftovers) that have been above 40 degrees F for over 2 hours

Social Media Accounts

Legal hotline

@fema

@femaregion6

FEMA on Facebook

The State Bar of Texas has established a legal hotline at 1 (800) 504-7030 to help people find answers to basic legal questions and connect them with local legal aid providers.

Monetary donations and volunteering

Red Cross – Coastal Bend

I’d advise creating a Twitter account if you don’t already have one, and following these accounts as well:

NWSHouston

Texas Tribune list of journalists covering Harvey

NBC News

Houston Chronical

NWS

Houston Police Chief Acevedo

Texas Department of Transportation

Texas Tribune

ABC13 Houston

Some tips for those staying home to weather the storm [note: not everyone can afford to leave, or has anywhere to go to escape the storm. not everyone who stays lacks common sense, they just don’t have the funds, the transportation [disabled, no car, etc.], or family + friends to go anywhere else]:

Take a shower now, then fill your tub with water. You might need that water later to flush your toilet.

Make sure you’ve got an axe or something like it, because if you live in a low-lying area and the flood waters get into your house, you might end up needing to bust a hole in your roof to get out.

DO NOT SWIM IN FLOOD WATER. Flood waters carry sewage, diseases, toxins, and things like water moccasins, brown recluse spiders, floating ant beds, and more. It is not a pool.

Make sure you have extra batteries to power all of the things. Radios, flashlights, etc.

Make sure all of your devices are charged, and purchase charger packs if possible. There’s a high chance that we all lose power, and it could be out for weeks. Make sure your devices are able to last you for as long as possible.

Make sure you’ve filled your gas tank.

If you live in a low-lying area, make sure all important things like legal documents, photographs, and electronics are up high. If you live in a two story, go ahead and put them up there.

Don’t wait to evacuate until the last minute. If they say you need to leave, then LEAVE. If they haven’t, decide RIGHT NOW whether to stay or not. You don’t want to be caught out in the streets when they start to flood. Because they WILL flood.

A lot of hurricane/tropical storm/flash flood-related deaths happen after the storm has passed. People try to venture out into the waters and end up drowning. Make sure you have everything you need so you don’t have to leave your house for a few days. It will NOT be safe.

Check out this twitter thread and #StormTips for more tips:

[alienawareness]

It's a catagory four now!

[mark-helsing]

If you're a writer and you see this post, stop what you're doing.

WHENEVER YOU SEE THIS POST ON YOUR DASH, STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND WRITE ONE SENTENCE FOR YOUR CURRENT PROJECT.

Just one sentence. Stop blogging for one minute and write a single sentence. It could be dialogue, it could be a nice description of scenery, it could be a metaphor, I don’t care. The point is, do it. Then, when you finish, you can get back to blogging.

If this gets viral, you might just have your novel finished by next Tuesday.

[wlwgang]

So my dad took away my laptop because I wouldn’t give him the password. I wasn’t even allowed to type it in, he demanded to know the password to my personal computer because he thinks I’m “ doing things I’m not supposed to do. ” My sister is not, and never has been, held to the same standard when it came to passwords on her own phone etc. But my parents always suspect me of being “up to something” and will randomly ask to use my computer/ know the password, and when I say no, they get mad at me. In the past, they have taken away my devices and looked through them, which cased me a lot of anxiety and is part of the reason I don’t like it when people use my computer or go through the camera roll on my phone. Even as I type this, I’m being asked what I’m doing. If you think parents demanding to know the passwords to their child’s personal devices is a breach of privacy please reblog

[scoopstrooptv]

my parents do the same thing it’s torture

[eviltessmacher]

As a parent, you don’t get privacy until you are on your own. My house, my rules, my money, my decision.

Don’t like it?

Too bad.

I am the parent here. I’m not your friend. I’m your father.

[justfunnyreblogs-deactivated201]

Literally kids are not your prisoner??? There’s a difference between being protective and being controlling.

[a-kir-a-deactivated20191025]

“You don’t get privacy until you’re an adult” like what the fuck. You’re one of those piece of shit parents that thinks taking away bedroom doors and making their kids hold sandwich board signs on busy roads is appropriate punishment aren’t you? Children and teens are still fucking people and still deserve respect. If you can’t even respect your child how do you expect to teach them to respect others?

[jewishwitch-deactivated20150710]

AS A PARENT YOU DON’T GET PRIVACY UNTIL YOU ARE ON YOUR OWN. If I suspect you’re doing drugs or talking to someone way older than you or sneaking out at night, your privacy becomes my business. You’re living under MY roof, and I bought that computer, that phone, and pay for the service that runs it. Sorry, Charlie. It’s my job as a parent to make sure you’re safe and I will exercise the UNALIENABLE right to invade your privacy.

[florafen]

The mindset parents have of “my house my rules / I bought you that phonecomputertabletetc so I can go through it” is a huge contributer to anxiety, depression, self harm, and suicide in kids and teens and if anyone is defending, condoning, or practicing that behavior I hope to god they get their kids taken away from them. Nobody deserves to grow up under an iron fist of emotional abuse.

[sleepwalk-living]

dude it’s one thing to be looking out for your kid and another to be like “privacy doesn’t exist because you are vulnerable and i am in a position of power.

being overprotective of your kid is NOT going to help them. it’s fucking savage.

my mom let my sisters and i do whatever we wanted [obvs within reason] and punished us when we did bad shit and we came out just fine. we’re honest people and nothing fucked us up. my friend with overprotective and invasive parents? she sneaks out for a social life. she can’t let people touch her things without almost crying because her dad would confiscate her things as she was using them to make sure she wasn’t selling drugs or sexting. sometimes she compulsively lies about small things and admits to lying later because she knows it’s was stupid to do it in the first place and she developed OCD from her father reprimanding her for not being clean enough [even though she’s a spotless person] she will have anxiety attacks over being in a messy environment because of the panic her dad put into her while growing up. she’s almost twenty and you know what she did? she asked me to cover for her so she could go on a date. SHE IS TWENTY NEXT MONTH AND ASKED ME TO LIE TO HER PARENTS IF THEY ASKED ME WHERE SHE WAS. she was on a date!! dating! because she was afraid her dad would fucking ground her. the sad part is, he probably would have if he found out! they created an environment of distrust and she has to fight it to be able to hang out with people who weren’t even gonna get her in trouble.

yall wanna be like “privacy doesn’t exist for children and teens. no teens can be trusted.” but fact is, you’re gonna force your kid into being untrustworthy because you think it’s healthy to be controlling.

sorry. you’re a shitty parent. unless you have proof or grounds for violating privacy in order to keep your kid safe, you are abusive and controlling and a sack of shit for having 0 respect for your children.

[ghostedarmy-deactivated-deactiv]

My dad threatens to take my door away from me for having it closed. I’m a seventeen year old female, and he has threatened to take away my door.

[2oulle22-lover]

when i was a teenager, i wasn’t allowed to have a cellphone, so my father would hand me a little bag of change and force me to call home from a payphone every single time i left somewhere and again when i arrived at the next place. that means if i went to the mall, i called when i got there. then if i wanted to go across the street to the Walmart i had to call and tell him so. then i had to call again when i got to the Walmart! if i had a bunch of stuff to do, i could go through the entire bag of change in one weekend - if i could even find enough payphones to call him from. his explanation for this lunacy was that he wanted to be able to find me anytime, anywhere. he also liked to randomly show up at my job to make sure i was there, and the first time i spent the night at my best friend’s after i got a car, he drove past the house no less than eight times, and called no less than four times. one of those calls was to ask where i was because my car wasn’t visible from the road - and when i explained the turnaround i was parked in was behind the house, he told me we’d “better not go anywhere or have friends over”. like, what the hell were we going to do? have a drunken orgy while my friend’s grandma was sitting in the next room? we ended up playing chess in the front parlor all night with all the lights on and the curtains open so he could see us if he drove by.

and what, exactly, did i do to deserve this? not a fucking thing. i didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, didn’t sneak out, didn’t do drugs, didn’t skip school, nothing. in 13 years of public school, i had one detention - for being late too many times. that’s it. i never did a single thing to make him think i was untrustworthy and i got stalked for it.

when i graduated high school, my father told me if i was going to go to art college on his dime, he was going to have a say in the classes i took and what i did with my free time - he even went so far as to tell me if he ever dropped by the campus, i’d better be in my dorm doing homework or in class, and if i got a grade he didn’t like, he was going to pull me out of school, bring me home, and basically keep me a prisoner with no phone, no tv, no visits with friends until i graduated from the local community college. faced with another four years of stalking and abuse, i moved out and worked in a factory until i could be considered an independent student, then went to the art college i’d always wanted to - on my terms.

my father died last May and i hadn’t talked to him for a year, hadn’t seen him for two, and before that i hadn’t had any communication with him at all for four.

the moral of the story for you “my house, my rules, you don’t get any rights” parents is: stop treating your children like shit or you’re going to die alone, and you’ll deserve it.

[shrineart]

My father didn’t do it to this extreme but he listened in on my calls, he constantly accused me of having sex or doing pot.

Guess what parents?

Most kids that got constantly accused of bullshit that I KNEW? INCLUDING MYSELF? Ended up doing those things because “Fuck it, might as well if they’re not going to believe me!”

For me, I had sex way before I planned to (19. I was planning on waiting til marriage). Why? Because fuck it, he acted like I was trying to be a whore all the damn time, I was going to do whatever I damn well pleased.

I moved out at age 19. I have never moved back in. I barely talk to him. I talk almost exclusively to my mom.

When I moved out he said I’d be pregnant by the end of the year.

I’m 30. I have no kids. I don’t plan on having kids. Ever. Because I watched every other person in my family have kids when they couldn’t afford them and I’m not doing that to a child.

When I lived with my parents I had nearly all A’s, I had an 8pm curfew at the age of 19, I was never allowed to leave town, leave state, anything like that for school trips or what have you. When I was in college I wasn’t allowed to go to any colleges more than 30 minutes away. My parents didn’t trust others and they instilled that in me and it took me YEARS to fix it.

My therapist pinned down exactly what that does to it a kid too. It’s isolating. You’re isolating your kid. You’re telling them you don’t trust them. You’re telling them you inherently think they’re bad.

And that has huge ramifications on your bond with them.

Hope you’re ready for it.

[rattlecat]

Dear Parents who approve of the lack of privacy until a certain age: You are engaging in child abuse. Emotional child abuse.

Preventing a child from having privacy is a punishable offense in the United States (many countries actually) and you can be penalized for it.

What is that?

Rejecting or ignoring: telling a child he or she is unwanted or unloved, showing little interest in child, not initiating or returning affection, not listening to the child, not validating the child’s feelings, breaking promises, cutting child off in conversation

Shaming or humiliating: calling a child names, criticizing, belittling, demeaning, berating, mocking, using language or taking action that takes aim at child’s feelings of self-worth

Terrorizing: accusing, blaming, insulting, punishing with or threatening abandonment, harm or death, setting a child up for failure, manipulating, taking advantage of a child’s weakness or reliance on adults, slandering; screaming; yelling

Isolating: keeping child from peers and positive activities, confining child to small area, forbidding play or other stimulating experiences

Corrupting: engaging child in criminal acts, telling lies to justify actions or ideas, encouraging misbehavior

If you are an abusive parent, you probably have one of these (if not all) of these red flags:

Routinely ignores, criticizes, yells at or blames child

Plays favorites with one sibling over another

Poor anger management or emotional self-regulation

Stormy relationships with other adults, disrespect for authority

History of violence or abuse

Untreated mental illness, alcoholism or substance abuse

Children who suffer from your abuse, experience these emotional and behavioral issues:

Habits like sucking, biting, rocking

Learning disabilities and developmental delays

Overly compliant or defensive

Extreme emotions, aggression, withdrawal

Anxieties, phobias, sleep disorders

Destructive or anti-social behaviors (violence, cruelty, vandalism, stealing, cheating, lying)

Behavior that is inappropriate for age (too adult, too infantile)

Suicidal thoughts and behaviors

In summary, there is no “my house, my rules”. If you actively promote this type of behavior as parents, you are committing a crime, and you can be fined and imprisoned for it, as well as having your kids taken away, which, if they are experiencing this behavior from you, shouldn’t be your kids to begin with.

Children are not your property, regardless of relation.

If you want to guarantee your children never consider you a part of their life or interact with you ever again, continuing these behaviors will absolutely do that. 

As someone who has a support group of nearly 80 kids ranging from the ages of 14 to 27, I can tell you so many horror stories of parental abuse and the shit it fucks up the kids with as a result. My wife experienced and survived her own form of parental abuse, as have I. 

We do not tolerate it, and neither should your kids.

[inactive---blog-deactivated2018]

okay okay, you ready for a fucking story? because reading through this brought back memories that showcase just how shitty invading your kid’s privacy is!

okay so back when I was 12 (? i think. 7th grade for sure) I started experiencing symptoms of depression. So of course, because I thought it would help, I told my mom. She told me I was just “a hormonal teenager” and that I just needed to get over it. At this point I was suicidal and had expressed that, even at that age I knew that it wasn’t normal. not at all.

So I started isolating myself from my family. I’d only text my friends. That’s when they started going through my ipod because they believed I was “doing bad things”. So I set up a passcode because they were just unlocking and going through it every time I left the room. It stayed in my pocket until I got home, then under the bed. I wasn’t allowed to unlock it myself, they had to know the passcode. I’d go through 20 different passcodes a month because I didn’t want them looking through it. I didn’t even have anything to hide! They made me feel guilty, like I was doing something wrong for texting my friends. The most prominent memory of this is sitting in the chair next to the couch, crying from the anxiety they were forcing me through as they looked through everything. I had no privacy. I wasn’t allowed to have privacy. I no longer texted my friends. The little social interaction I got was from tumblr messages every so often.

My parents created instagram, tumblr etc. accounts so they could watch what i posted and when I posted it. I blocked them. This was he only place I had left to express myself and they were trying to take that away too. They found some app (no idea why this even exists) that allows you to fucking track what your kids do online. I changed the email on all of my social media. I stopped using it if they were in the room. I did everything I possibly could because I just wanted to have 1 fucking place I could express myself without them.

They’ve (as far as I know) stopped forcing their way into my shit. They still go through my texts if I leave it unlocked. They hover over me whenever I use the computer. They still threaten to take away my door.

And I just don’t care anymore. About anything. I skip class, I send nudes, I smoke etc. They’re gonna assume I’m doing it anyway, why shouldn’t I?

I spend my time telling my brother not to do anything I’ve done. Telling him to tell me if he feels bad, not our parents. Telling him not to do the stuff I still do. I tell him all this because I’m in ruins and I don’t want him to end up the same way.

[howprolifeofyou]

“my house my rules” is my #1 tipoff that a parent may be abusive to their kids and was a huge scapegoat for my parents doing shit like taking my mattress and bedroom door away for getting a C in school. this shit is abusive and only serves to emotionally scar children and push them away from their parents even more.

[fridayfelts-deactivated20181212]

I’m a parent and this 100% emotional abuse. If you don’t trust your kids, then they won’t trust you. It can be scary to let go then, online and in ‘rl’ but you have to if you want to have people, who at the end of the process of growing up, who are brave and confident in who they are

[kilgore-doubt-deactivated202208]

hey so as a mental health worker I can 100% confirm that the “no privacy until you’re an adult” mindset is abusive and causes trauma to the child which will take years and years to recover from, if ever. Controlling your child’s life in every aspect and not allowing them to become independent of you is abusive.

[kaldraws8280]

My dad continually threatens to take my door away. I am a 17 year old girl. He wants to take my door away. I asked why. He said it was advice he received from his marriage counselor.

A marriage counselor??????

I don’t think that’s the best person to take PARENTING advice from

[uncontinuous]

You know when “My house, my rules” works? When it’s small things that fucking make sense and treat the other person like an actual person.

“My house, my rules” is don’t wear shoes indoors, or maybe put the cup here when you’re done washing it instead of there, and this day of the week is laundry day.

Somebody does not become your property just because they live under your roof, even if they are your child.

[sunshinesoy-deactivated20240423]

My mom grounds me when I get less than a B+ on stuff and takes my stuff away. She knows my passwords for all of my accounts, follows me on everything, even made secret accounts to follow my tumblr (I blocked her though so we are good for now). She has a GPS tracker on my phone to know where I am at all times and texts when I’m somewhere I’m “not suppose to be”. When I was younger she use to look through my phone and read my text messages in the middle of the night. I thought these were just normal parenting techniques but after reading this I guess not….

[ramshornblr-blog]

im on my laptop because i sneak it home. i hide it in my backpack and come on late at night and then bring it back to school because i dont get privacy till im an adult 

abuse is hell

dont do that to your fuckin kids

[hutsanddragons]

There are many things I could say about what my parents. Specifically my mother did. But i wont. But i will say. At 16 i packed what i could fit into two backpacks and left. I now am 18. And live a 23 hour drive away from that woman. My sister joined the military to get away from her. And my brother moved in with my grandmother at 14. When you dont truat your children. They dont trust you. Abuse. No matter its form will breed bitter and broken adults. It causes my older sister to believe she is unworthy of love. It causes my younger brother to act much younger than he is one moment and then the next he speaks as if he has lived for decades more than he actually has. It has caused me many nights of being awake ridden with guilt because ‘i spoke too loud’ ‘i got excited and talked to much’ or waking up in the morning and panicking. Believing for half a moment my mother was about to walk through the door. It has caused me to flinch when i hear a door slam or when i hear somebody raise their voice. My parents abuse started with no privacy and restriction. And ended with a 16 year old packing their shit and limping out of the house with 3rd degree burns while their little brother hurries behind. It started with my mother demanding my passwords. And ended with me demanding my mother move away from the door so i could leave. Abuse is abuse and the line between emotional and physical is thinner than you think.