brookelynn

just your local lesbian obcessed with ryan ross and the beatles

[revolutionarykoolaid]

Alabama Woman Who Lost Pregnancy in Shooting Is Charged in Fetus’s Death

Marshae Jones was five months pregnant when she was shot in the stomach. The police say she initiated a fight that led to the shooting.

WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK.

Marshae Jones was shot in 2018 during an argument. She was 5-months pregnant at the time and the trauma ended the pregnancy. While charges were dropped against the shooter, the survivor, Marshae Jones is now being charged with manslaughter for starting the argument. Black and indigenous women are almost always the first targets of policies that attempt to steal autonomy over their own bodies from women. Marshae is clearly the victim in this situation, yet she now faces a hefty prison sentence for being shot. She is being held on a $50,000 bail. This is absolutely disgusting, and we must end both the system of cash bail and the prison industrial complex that seeks to criminalize black, brown, and working class white people at every opportunity. #SayHerName

[revolutionarykoolaid]

SIGNAL BOOST: Shoutout to the NYT for being the first major publication I’ve seen refer to Marshae Jones’s lost pregnancy as her fetus. Women are more than just incubators!

[lord-king-saint]

[revolutionarykoolaid]

SIGNAL BOOST: Don’t just be alarmed. We can help Marshae Jones make bail by giving to the Yellow Hammer Fund, a reproductive justice organization in Alabama. “Losing a pregnancy should never be criminalized. Donate at paypal.me/yellowfund or yellowhammerfund.org with the note MARSHAE. #reprojustice #reproductivejustice”

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[iam-the-egg-boi]

John: I’ll steal everything you have

Paul: You won’t steal my heart

John: You look stunning by the way.

Paul, under his breath: fuck

[harrisonsdong]

George Harrison in his home of Kinfauns, Esher of April 1969

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[soundsofmyuniverse]

Happy Birthday Paul McCartney // June 18, 1942.

Nothing pleases me more than to go into a room and come out with a piece of music.

[prettyheckinodd-blog]

not to be gay but... *clears throat*

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[dickpuncherdraws]

happy pride! here are the individual versions of my gaang pride drawing

[love]

TO LIVE ON by Min Jeong Seo, 2005

The stalks of these roses are already dried up but their blossoms are preserved and kept fresh by medical infusin bags. The life-span of every living creature is limited. The infusion bags stand for progress in medicine and the prolonging of human life. They have a mixed meaning as they refer to both life and death at the same time. Both states are immanent. To preserve the beauty of the flowers artificially with the help of the infusion bags points out man’s tendency to repress the inevitable fact that we all have to die, and trying to postpone death.

[alexandermolokovs]

me: is spacing out

someone: wonder what they’re thinking abt

my brain: our house, in the middle of our house, our house. in the middle of our house, our house. in the middle of our house, our house. in the middle of our house, our house. in the middle of our house, our house. in the middle of our house, our house. in the m

[andthenyourealizethat]

us: hey theres still literal nazis on this site

staff: 

[imaginespencer]

i can’t stop crying

[digitalcrayon]

This is the cutest and most corny app for long-distance couples

Okay, so there’s this app called “Couple” in the app store. ((I think it may have been called “Pair” as well, but I’ve got the AT&T version.)) Let me tell you about this cute little motherfucking app.

Okay, so you have this icon

Not all that impressive, but still cute nonetheless.

Then you open it up, get yourself and your adorable-as-fuck significant other registered with an email and password. You get “paired” and have this little facebook chat sort of thing that only the two of you are able to see.

Oh, hey, and what’s this little thing?

Yeah. There’s this button you can press to gently tell your S.O. that they’re on your mind without having to say much more. How fucking cute is that?

Alright, so you’ve got a wall you two can share. Now there are other little features too such as a place you can draw on the same screen damn near to real-time.

And then you can take that shitty little drawing you created together and post it up on that wall so neither of you will forget how crappy phone screens are to draw with, but damn if that isn’t cute.

Lastly, you have the thumb kiss. Now this feature is unique because no matter where you are in the world, you can use this app and know that you’re both doing the same stupid thing and giggling like an idiot all the while. With a thumb kiss, you press your finger to the screen and your S.O.’s will show up once they do the same.

Then once they get close and/or touching, the screen changes a little

And after a second of touching, the screen turns red and vibrates to signify your “kiss.”

And if that’s not the cutest shit that a dumb little app on your probably-a-piece-of-crap-phone can offer, then you need to get out of my face and go try this app because it’s totally free and will have you smiling for a week.

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gxspenst

[formerlywolf-and-kitten-deactiv]

Highly recommend. 10/10

[nymphet-garden]

Rebloging for all my followers out there with long distance relationships… This could help so much!

Also for anyone in a relationship who just want to feel closer whenever they’re apart.

[strawberrywideboys]

Chris on YouNow 1/28/19

[supersciencegeek]

My child is autistic. He doesn’t do well with change. Even little things that would be meaningless to most people.

For example, his hairbrush was getting old and worn. He had chewed the end of it. The cats had chewed some bristles. It was dirty and dusty. But I didn’t say anything. Because it’s his hairbrush.

Finally, he said he thinks it’s time for a new brush. Ok, I say, we’ll put it on the shopping list, and get one next time we’re in town.

So we go to town and we go to the store. There are many hairbrushes to choose from. He picks one and they even have it in his favorite color. We buy it, take it home, and remove the packaging.

I go to put it on the shelf where the old hairbrush is. Can we throw out the old one, I ask.

That’s when he stops. That’s when he freezes and gets a momentary look of panic on his face. Throw out the old one? That hadn’t occurred to him.

Because here’s the thing. Hair brushing is a part of his morning routine. And not just hair brushing, but hair brushing with that particular brush. To most people, the act of hair brushing is the routine, but not the brush itself. The objects are interchangeable. But not to my child. Not to someone with autism. The brush itself is just as important as the act of brushing.

So I take a breath. I put the old brush down. Think about it, I say. Let me know tomorrow what you want to do with this brush.

He decides. He realizes keeping an old hairbrush is not necessary. But it’s still important to him. So he asks if I can cut off one bristle. To keep. As a memory of the old hairbrush.

I don’t laugh. I don’t tell him it’s silly. I respect his need. I cut off the bristle. He puts it in his treasure box, along side some smooth rocks, beads, sparkly decals, a Santa Claus charm from a classmate, a few other things meaningful to him.

He throws the old hairbrush away himself. He is able to move on, and accept the change.

[roseyturtles]

THIS IS HOW YOU RAISE AUTISTIC CHILDREN.

[kalachelone]

As an Autistic person, can I add that we often hold onto things that work. Our sensory issues mean that we can tell minute differences between things like bristle spacing, hardness, even the specific sounds different brushes make against our skulls. Two brushes that seem identical to NTs can produce extremely different sensory experiences to us. The wrong hair brush - do I even have to get into the sensory nightmare that hair care can be? - can literally push us toward meltdowns. So yeah, if we find that perfect brush that does the job without any sensory problems, we are going to want to hold onto that brush FOREVER. I have a wide toothed comb I have used for 15 years because it works and I know how it’ll feel. If I ever have to give that comb up, I’m going to be stressed until I am sure the replacement works just as well.

[demonkittyhawk]

Please Stop Scrolling!!!!

My name is Reb. I am 18 years old. My brother is turning 5 in February 2019. He has cancer. He was diagnosed with leukemia on August 2016. He is the sweetest boy you’ll ever see. He is such a strong fighter. He almost always had a smile whenever he was in the hospital for treatment. My mother has to drive out of the city an hour and a half one way to get him to the children’s hospital in Birmingham, Al. She is a single mother with 7 kids including me. My 4 younger siblings live with her currently. She works as a hostess at Cracker Barrel. She barely gets $100 a week. I have been trying to find a job to support her. Please donate or reblog to help cover hospital bills, gas, food, cost of living. I know you see a lot of these posts, but please even if it is $1. We need money form him, my kitten, the house. Our electricity will get cut off in 5 days…. I do t know how to make a post like this. I AM BEGGING EVERYONE. PLEASE HAVE KINDNESS IN YOUR HEARTS AND MERCY IN YOUR SOUL. If people donate, I promise I will pick back up my art supplies and sketch books and I will do a little drawing for all those who donate.

Here is my paypal: https://www.paypal.me/demonkittyhawk

[demonkittyhawk]

Its been 1 day and I’ve only raised $5. Just bevause you see a bunch of notes doesnt mean they’re donating. Not everyone can donate and I understand that. Those of you who can, PLEASE. Even if it’s a dollar.

[literallyaflame]

in 2019 we’re bringing back 2009 scene culture. everyone dust off your knee high converse. get out your hot topic band tees. dig up your rubber bracelets. i’m buying 27 cans of hair spray as we speak. i’m making you a cookie and i’m gonna fucking eated it