antisjwyellowfang:

Just your daily reminders:

  • Racists are a problem
  • White people are not
  • Homophobes are a problem
  • Straight people are not
  • Transphobes are a problem
  • Cis people are not
  • Sexists are a problem
  • Men are not

And most importantly,

  • Hating an innocent person solely because of their race, sexuality, or gender makes you a fucking asshole

yourveins:

"you want some of my trail mix?" you mean do i want some m&ms with obstacles.

sakura-milk:

kauvera:

supernatural-aka-tearsandgay:

wiener-cest:

demeaniac:

STOP SCROLLING

straighten your back, mate

NOW GO ON

woah thanks i really needed that today

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FUCK THIS POST HAS SHOWED UP LIKE 10 TIMES TODAY AND I HAVE BEEN HUNCHED OVER EVERY FUCKING TIME

PLEASE KEEP THIS GOING it is the best reminder for me ever and I always need it omg

I want this post to have 1 million notes *^*

gccgle:

i’m only as strong as my internet signal

All Roads Lead Somewhere

steven-grant:

josephine-barton:

 

Josephine looked curiously at the man wondering if she could believe him or not. As she continued looking into his eyes however, she could see that he meant it. She knew she was safe now. Still gasping she asked, “Is there anything you can do for the pain?” She was going to have to trust him until she got better and could be on her way once more. She began to get her feet beneath her, but didn’t accomplish as much without cringing. She wanted the slight comfort the bed had offered her and let out a sigh at the distance between slight contentment, and a whole lot of misery.

He could no longer keep his distance, He wanted to lift  her and ust tcarry her to the bed but her knew that would only make her even more uncomfortable. So instead he just helped her hobble back to it, supporting as much of her weight as she would allow. Once she was laying down he sighed. “I could get you some ice” he offered, feeling guilty that there was little he could do to help her. “Time is really going to be the most help” he explained sympathetically.

He was quiet for a moment debating whether or not to ask. but he decided he would. “So um..what happened to you?”

Josephine tried to rest in the most comfortable position, but none were truly forgiving. She let out as close to a sigh as she could before making the pain worse, “I’ve just been on the rode is all.” she said which wasn’t a lie. “Some people aren’t as kind as you when they pick you up.” her voice was scratchy and she looked at him with hard eyes.

petrprkr:

josephine-barton:

petrprkr:

He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess so,” he said softly. Peter rubbed his nose and sniffed. He cleared his throat. With the shake of his head, he said, “Um…. Sorry, what were we talking about before, um….before…—”

"Coffee…?" Josephine asked, "I think you were asking if I wanted coffee." she smiled shyly. She’d never been asked out to coffee, so this was new, but who knows what would happen at this point.

The corner of his mouth turned up slightly. “Uh..yeah. Sure.” He shifted on his feet. “Where, um..would you like to go?”

"Well, I’ve never really gone out to coffee… so I don’t really know where anything is." she explained embarrassed, "Do you know anywhere good?"

petrprkr:

josephine-barton:

petrprkr:

Peter sighed. He looked down. After taking a moment to regather himself, he took in a deep breath. “I’m…. Sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled,” he whispered. Peter bit the inside of his mouth and crossed his arms. “I didn’t mean to bring that up.”

Josephine gave a soft smile, “It’s fine, I know what it’s like to have to let off some steam.” she looked at him trying to be happier and lighten the mood, “I know our situations are different, but everyone has their issues, and you don’t have to be sorry for bringing it up, it comes up every now and then.” she was trying to be reassuring. “But hey, things should brighten up right?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess so,” he said softly. Peter rubbed his nose and sniffed. He cleared his throat. With the shake of his head, he said, “Um…. Sorry, what were we talking about before, um….before…—”

"Coffee…?" Josephine asked, "I think you were asking if I wanted coffee." she smiled shyly. She’d never been asked out to coffee, so this was new, but who knows what would happen at this point.

petrprkr:

petrprkr:

"No you don’t understand! My uncle was killed! Right in front of my face! And it’s my fault! Okay? Me. I made him go out there. I chose to go outta the house in anger, and he was just following me because he was worried about me. He wanted to help me. My uncle is dead because of

Peter sighed. He looked down. After taking a moment to regather himself, he took in a deep breath. “I’m…. Sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled,” he whispered. Peter bit the inside of his mouth and crossed his arms. “I didn’t mean to bring that up.”

Josephine gave a soft smile, “It’s fine, I know what it’s like to have to let off some steam.” she looked at him trying to be happier and lighten the mood, “I know our situations are different, but everyone has their issues, and you don’t have to be sorry for bringing it up, it comes up every now and then.” she was trying to be reassuring. “But hey, things should brighten up right?”

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