#adoption awareness month

[adoptee-ramblings]

Day 2 - First Family

I don't know anything about my birth family. I was found with no note, nothing apart from the blanket I was wrapped in, and I am yet to start searching for them, for reasons I'll get to sooner or later. in many ways, my adoptive family was my first family due to the young age I was when I was adopted, but I suspect this prompt means birth family (terminology for "birth" family varies, "natural" mother/parents has also been used, but I have always used the phrase "birth family" and will be what I use).

despite not knowing who they are, I still want to describe my feelings about them as a "relationship" of sorts - after all, I am still related by blood to them. while I'm the first to realise that family is more than blood, that missing connection and information is something that I will always think about, and am always reminded about.

as a child, I was angry at my birth parents for abandoning me. I thought the way they left me meant they didn't care, and as I grew up the anger changed from wanting to find them to confront them, to not wanting to have anything to do with them because I was "doing fine" without them. as I got older and understood the socio-political context of 2000s China and the one child policy more and more, I began to understand the reasons why I may have been given up, and I'm now at the point where I'm no longer angry at them, and I miss them instead. every Mother's and Father's Day serve as a reminder as the parents and life I lost, and sometimes I find myself thinking when their birthdays were, and if I hadn't been adopted, would we be celebrating them together?

watching *Found* on Netflix last year was a big turning point as it follows 3 Chinese adoptees searching for their birth families, and in the process visited families in China who had given up children for adoption who spoke about their experiences, emotions and searches for their children. we are told as adoptees that due to the one child policy we were unloved and wanted: especially as an AFAB adoptee, where societal values meant that AMAB children were seen as more "desirable" as they could "continue the family name", meaning that over 90% of adoptions from China being AFAB children. it was a big healing moment, seeing that the children given away in the documentary *were* wanted; I always knew that we were, and the story of us being unwanted is something people often say to villainise birth parents or justify why "I should be grateful for being adopted", but seeing it on screen made it so much more real. having said that, it also triggered me massively - do my birth parents think of me like that too? have they ever tried searching for me? what were my parents' circumstances, were they pressured into it or did they genuinely not want me?

it still hurts not knowing anything about them. I have debated over the last few years whether I want to search, but I don't feel emotionally ready for that at all - and I'm not sure if I ever will. it's likely to raise more questions than answers, and I already struggle enough with that. what if I find out they're no longer alive? what if I find them, and they don't want to know me - can I live with the rejection from them (spoiler alert: probably not)? what if I find out I have a younger sibling who they didn't give up for adoption? if they did keep a younger sibling and not me, what was it about me that meant they gave me away - was I that undesirable even as a child? what if I can't even find them?

despite all this, I'm not saying that if I was given the chance to start searching, I wouldn't. but I've heard so many stories and seen my adoptee friends' search for their birth families that I don't think I'm at that stage yet. I may never know my birth family, and given how little about my life before I was found is known (spoiler alert: it's literally next to nothing), it is very likely this is the case. but I just have to live with that. I hope my birth parents know that I'm not angry at them, I miss them and wish things could have been different, but unless I find them I'm not sure they'll know.

#transracial adoptee #transracial adoption #adoptee #international adoption #adoption #adoption trauma #adoption awareness month

[ncfcatalyst]

Thesis exhibition “Birthmarks” showcases transracial adoptee experiences

On Nov. 1, the first day of Adoption Awareness Month, thesis student Celeste Kadzis announced the dates of her thesis exhibition,  “Birthmarks: Exploring Cultural Connections in Chinese American Adult Adoptees.”  The event took place from Nov. 13 to 17 in the College Hall Music Room and was open to all New College community members and prospective students to enjoy reading and listening to…

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#adoption awareness month #thesis #thesis exhibition #thesis project #thesis student #transracial adoptees

[monriatitans]

November 2022 Cause of the Month: Adoption

During the month of November, I shared Adoption Awareness Quotes, inspired by the overturning of Roe vs. Wade.

Below are the links to the initial Instagram posts.

You #prolifers need to get to work adopting the kids who are already here. #roevember

Friday, November 4, 2022

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Tuesday, November 8, 2022

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Friday, November 18, 2022

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Tuesday, November 22, 2022

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#November 2022 #November #roe vs wade #roe v wade #prolifemyass #prolife my ass #adoption #adoption awareness #adoption awareness month #awareness #awareness quotes #monriatitans #becomempowered #bempowering #The Weekend Game Show #WGS

[lovesickeros]

☆ even the gods bleed

{☆} characters furina, neuvillette {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, injury, light angst {☆} word count 2.3k

What was justice?

Focalors had asked herself that question many times during the long nights she spends awake pouring over the prophecy of a dead God, words replaying in her mind like a broken record until the sun rose like a blooming flower.

She was the God of Justice, an Archon, yet she herself lacked the answer to such a simple and yet so very complex question.

How does one define what is just and what is not? How does she know that what she believes to be just is right? Is it justice if one being alone may sway the scales of justice on a whim? What justice is there to be found in the cold, watery grave that awaits her nation?

She does not know.

Perhaps she may never know.

What she does know, at least, is that this is not justice.

It is a mockery of it.

She stands before the bloodied, broken body like the judge, her sword held so tightly in her hand her fingers feel stiff, a dull ache adding to the weight of what she's seen. For a long, horrible moment she almost thinks they are dead – something she would have reveled in, only a day prior – before she sees the subtle rise and fall of their chest. Breathing, but barely.

The rain felt heavier upon her shoulders at the realization – she was not sure if it was in relief or horror.

Her nails dig into her palm, mind stuck somewhere between that abject horror and confusion so palpable she swore she could hear the gears in her head turning.

For a long, silent moment as she stares upon the body beneath the heavy rain..she wonders if this is how it all ends instead. If the world itself will simply crumple in on itself and cease – without its heart, it will wither, after all – long before the waters ever swallow her nation whole.

Because, try as she might to rationalize it, for every drop of rain that hits her like pins and needles, soaking her down to the bone..the body of the imposter is completely dry. Even the water pooling along the stones dares not to leave so much as a splotch against their ragged, torn clothes.

She remembers the meeting so very clearly, and she thinks she is a fool to not have noticed sooner – the Creator upon their gilded throne, finger pointed in accusation at the visage far too similar to their own. The imposter. She remembers the lilt of their voice as they called for their death as easily as one would speak of the weather – and to no one other then herself would she admit the spark of fear it had ignited within her. Because beneath the divine charade there was a sick enjoyment in the way they looked upon the imposter – like a bug beneath their shoe.

She understands, now.

She had thought that perhaps finally – finally – she could do right by her people, by her Creator, if she rid Teyvat of this..intrusion.

Now she sees herself as what it all really is – blind lambs following the herder.

Perhaps she would be considered a heretic under the eyes of the law – beneath the weight of justice, heavy as the heart that bears its sins. Perhaps this is a mistake, one she would come to regret.

But for now, she sheathes her blade with unsteady hands, the sound making her ears ring – for what she had almost done, what she had already done – as she stumbles like a newborn lamb towards the broken body of..

..What, exactly? Human? Divine? She is not so sure what to call them. Creator? No. The name is bitter upon her tongue, now, burning like liquid flame down her throat.

Where once she had spoken it in reverence and admiration, it felt hollow and empty, now.

Her vision wavers as she kneels down against the rain soaked stones, the rain upon her back growing heavier as she reaches a shaky hand forth – and for a moment, however brief, she feels the weight of expectation, of a title she fears she may never live up to, wash away with the waters that fall from the heavens.

The bruises and blood smeared across their skin are like strokes of a paintbrush, their body the canvas from which such horrid art is created. It makes her ill.

Doubt wavers her composure briefly – her position is already unsteady. She has never been seen as an equal to many of the other Archons. Her own people do not see her as their Archon, but an actor in a grand play that they shall simply toss aside and replace like a broken doll the moment she bores them.

What does she have left to lose?

She reaches out again, her hand settling onto their shoulder and turning them onto their back. She..isn't sure what to do, actually. She's never been particularly physically capable – she tended to avoid fights, even if she oft provoked them – and she was certainly no healer.

Yet what choice does she have but to march on anyway? She is in the heart of the city, it is far more dangerous here then anywhere else..she had little time to make her move.

Fontaine was, after all, a nation founded on the principle of justice. To know an injustice has been made against the most Divine..the entire nation was in a frenzy.

Her eyes dart around nervously, hands clasped tight on their shoulders and her lips drawn into a taut line – someone would notice her absence. One of the Archons would point out her absence in the coordination of the search.

Her options were just as limited as her time – she couldn't just take them out of the city. Security was tight, and as much as she fancied herself an escape artist – Neuvillette could hardly keep her in one place for too long – she doubted she could do the same with the limp body of the imposter in tow.

..The Palais Mermonia it was, then.

Her room had a secret entrance that few knew about, and even fewer would dare to traverse. She just..had to hide them there for a bit and hope Neuvillette wouldn't notice anything different.

Probably.

Still, there was the problem of actually..transporting the body. As grim as it sounded. Her only solace was the fact she didn't have to worry about them catching a cold, at least, and their breaths were still audible, if only barely. So she had to resort to some..unexpected methods.

Seeing the limp form of, well, the imposter – she'd really have to ask for something else to call them when they woke up – stuck in a bubble of hydro wasn't exactly on her bucket list.

Then again, neither was treason.

Well, first time for everything, right?

It wasn't breaking the law if no one else knew about it.

..Neuvillette didn't have to know about it, really. It was fine.

She could, of course, technically try to talk some sense into Neuvillette – he'd listen to her, right? She thought she was pretty close with him..but he was also the one person more obsessed with justice then she was. Such a stickler for the law..so maybe she's breaking a few, it's fine.

But he was also pretty devout, as much as he tried to keep his worship private – with Focalors around, nothing was really secret. Maybe she could get him to settle down long enough to prove it.

..How was she going to prove it?

An exaggerated groan escaped her lips as she led the bubbled imposter – she really wished she didn't have to resort to that, it would be a lot a more awkward to explain then dragging the body around – through the winding streets of Fontaine. She's just glad she's already memorized the entire city like the back of her hand..and a little dramatics went a long way. People listened when the Hydro Archon spoke, and she was suddenly very, very glad for that fact, even if they treated her more like a mascot then a God.

And partially because she, maybe, just a little..stole a few documents detailing the layout and a little personal exploration of her own – but what Neuvillette didn't know couldn't hurt him!

After what felt like hours, though was really no more then half an hour at best, she'd managed to drag herself – soaked to the bone with rain – and the conveniently bubbled imposter up through the secret entrance and into her room.

The perceived safety, as flimsy as it was, was..comforting. Until she heard the rustle of fabric, the clearing of a throat and the pop of a bubble as she, in her surprise, popped it – and then the thud of the imposter hitting the floor.

She felt a bit of regret about that part, at least, wincing.

"Lady Furina." His voice was as sharp and cool as she remembered it always being – like fresh spring water, she'd heard it described. Soothing. It did not feeling very soothing right about now.

She turned sharply on her heel, a forced smile tugging at her lips on reflex, every muscle in her body tensed – she probably looked like a wet cat right about now, soaked with rain, but that was the last thing on her mind.

"Do you mind explaining what, exactly, you did?" Not what you're doing, she notes – what she did. He was mad. Oh, she was really in for a scolding now. She twiddled her thumbs, laughing weakly, though it quickly dies out at the awkward, tense silence.

"Well, you see – it's rather complicated! I can– I can explain." Her attempts to diffuse are met with a raised brow and the sharp tap of his cane. Every single thought is plagued with the urge to run, but the unsteady breathes of the 'imposter' keep her rooted in place. "Well?"

She was sweating bullets, her nails digging into her palm as she scrambled for any excuse that could warrant her not getting hauled off and scolded thoroughly at best – she was coming up empty. How was she supposed to prove that the 'imposter' was very much not what the 'Creator' said they were? Their unconscious body was doing no one any favors, certainly.

"The Creator is lying," She blurts out, immediately regretting her impulsiveness when she feels the sudden weight of his stare – the piercing hues of his eyes that remind her just who is the strongest between them. It is not her, she knows. It never has been. "You can see for yourself! Don't you trust me, Neuvillette–?"

Her voice is cut off by the sharp click of his cane as he strides across the room in only a few steps, his height making her feel like a child about to scolded. She hated it, but she grit her teeth through the exchange. She reminded herself that this was for the sake of the 'imposter' and any affront to her ego was..tolerable.

To her credit, too, she didn't immediately lash out when she saw him poke at their body with his cane, turning them onto their back – she wanted too, though. She considered it, but the thought was quickly shot down when his stare turned back upon her, and she felt frozen in place again, her tongue a heavy weight in her mouth.

Yet she couldn't shake the sudden tenseness to his shoulders, his brows furrowed and a distant look to his eyes. It was..haunting, in a way.

She knows it well, she realizes. The realization and acceptance, the crumbling of every solid foundation you've ever known – leaving you to flounder in the waves, alone and afraid.

The gentleness in which he picks up the limp body surprises her though, his cane set aside. The rain howls like a horrid storm outside, but she cannot focus on anything but the furrow of their brows, the soft noise that escapes their lips.

"I trust that you know that this must stay between us," His voice is soft, like the gentle lap of waves against the shore, as he sets their body down against the bed, his hand lingering against their cheek with something almost like reverence – and if her eyes do not deceive her, affection. "Lady Furina."

She does not hesitate to agree.

"Well– well of course!" She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest and frowning at the feeling of her wet clothes clinging to her skin, a heavy weight that feels like it's dragging her down. "Just what do you take me for?"

He doesn't deign to respond.

It only makes her fume more.

Not that he seems to notice, unbuttoning his heavy outerwear and tossing it on the bed, rolling up his sleeves and focusing on the injured– er..yeah, she really needed a new name for them. Calling them imposter felt wrong.

"So long as you understand, then we will have no problems." She huffs again, pouting and puffing up her cheeks, sitting down on the other end of the bed with only an occasional glance towards him as he worked at peeling away the ragged clothes and examining the injuries marring their skin.

She suddenly felt out of place.

..What was she supposed to be doing?

As if noticing her sudden quietness, Neuvillette sighed, his back turned to her though his attention very much falling upon her. She really hated the feeling like she was being dissected whenever he looked at her. It was unnerving. She doesn't know how anyone else handles it..

"If you are so eager to do something, Lady Furina, then please have something brought up for when our..guest awakens. They will need to recover their strength."

Finally! Something she can do. She perks up, her heels clicking on the floorboards as she darts out like a bullet, unable to stay still for so much as a moment.

Neuvillette, for his part..

Feels an odd sense of serenity as he stares upon the troubled features of the..guest. A peace that lessens the burdens upon his shoulders, the weight of a nation upon his back.

He cannot hear the rain, anymore.

..It must have stopped.

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin impact #fic tag #imposter au #focalors #furina #neuvillete #a family can be a dragon an archon and his 300 other children who reverse adopted him #u date him its a package deal sorry #u now have like 300 children g-dspeed #also tagged spoilers on neuvi's part bc its kinda a spoiler??? sort of #also this can be read as platonic or romantic on neuvi's part #can u tell i like focalors btw :) #also gonna be swapping between focalors/furina bc SOMEONE sent me a theory and it sent me spiraling im gonna be ill #u know who u r and ur days r numbered #can be read as romantic between reader & neuvi but only bc i know focalors rubs it in his face she found the actual creator first #anyway can u tell focalors is my fav pt2 i wont shut up abt her its terminal atp #focalors.................. #anyway *doesnt post fr months. randomly drops a 2k word fic. leaves and doesnt elaborate* #starts out v serious ends v silly #wrote this in one sitting im gonna go pass out now gn

[harringroveera]

Mama Joyce & Pride month

#harringrove #mama joyce & billy #protective boyfriend stevie #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #billy hargrove x steve harrington #incorrect harringrove quotes #yes im aware it’s already the middle of the month idc #harringroveera #harringrove meme #harringrove textpost #harringrove ship #harringrove memes #harringrove + text posts #incorrect billy hargrove quotes #billy hargrove meme #steve x billy #au where jim & joyce adopt billy #billy & joyce #steve harrington x billy hargrove #steve harrington memes #incorrect steve harrington #harringrove edit #dustin henderson #max mayfield #robin buckley

[galtx]

GALTx eNews: October Is Greyhound Awareness Month!

October is Greyhound Awareness Month! We imagine most of our readers are fairly aware of Greyhounds and their quirky idiosyncrasies. But, do you ever have someone ask you about your Greyhounds and fumble for a quick response? We know we sometimes do, so here are some suggestions to help spread awareness this month:

When they aren’t sleeping, they are the fastest dog breed, reaching speeds of 45 miles per hour;

Most Greyhounds come with ear tattoos that provide information about their litter and birth date;

Greyhounds registered with the National Greyhound Association can trace their pedigree back generations to the 1800s in England;

They are the only dog breed mentioned in the Bible;

Greyhounds have a life expectancy of 12 to 14 years, longer than most large breeds;

Greyhounds come in 18 recognized colors and many variations of those colors, but gray is one of the rarest;

Greyhounds can see clearly for up to a kilometer (.6 of a mile), but might not notice a close by rabbit that isn’t moving;

Greyhounds’ blood chemistry is significantly different from other dog breeds; and

Most Greyhounds make great blood donors for other injured or sick dogs because they have a universal blood type.

Last but not least, Greyhounds still need to find forever homes. Visit our Available Greyhounds page today to see if your next best friend is waiting for you.

10/12/23

#GALTx enews #Greyhound Awareness Month #October #greyhounds #dogblr #snootblr #dogs #greyhound #greyblr #sighthounds #pets #greyhound adoption

[thebekashow]

Something i never posted though i wish i had-

It was titled "you have no clue how special you are to me, do you?"

Kinda just a bob post feat. @lunaglitchercc because the idea behind this was:

Bob loves Luna a lot, and he'd be willing to do anything to keep her away from the rebellion and war. Yes. He knows she's a god, she's done bad things, but she is still his daughter. No matter what.

Take this as you will, interept it if you want, I honestly just drew it as a "feelings post"

#thebekashow #art #spooky month au #bob velseb au #bob velseb #lunaglitchercc #lunaglitchercc luna #he is very aware of what she can do. he knows she regrets it. thats kinda why he wants to adopt her

[sweetlittledaisy7]

It's National Adoption Awareness Month

Here's what I'm going to leave you with.

Adoptive parents and everyone else.

1. Please stop telling adoptees they need to be grateful. We have nothing to be grateful for.

2. Our birth family will always be part of us. No matter how bad they are. Many of us think about where we came from. A closed adoption doesn't prevent our feelings of not knowing.

3. Stop sharing about adoption on social media. I hate the videos of adoptees crying getting adopted or the meet my adopted child. That's private. Stop sharing the child's story. We're people with our own feelings and interests not just the adopted kid. This also forces us to be grateful.

4. Stop promoting adoption. Yes. Unless it's the waiting kids from foster care who actually don't have people willing to take them in. They're waiting for adoption but because they're older most will never be adopted. I see people promoting infants getting adopted all the time. Praying for a mom to get pregnant so they can adopt. Promote the already born kids waiting.

5. We're our own person. We have our own thoughts and feelings many might not agree with. As an adoptee, I'm not obligated to follow what my adoptive parents follow or what everyone else wants me to follow.

6. Look for our birth family and keep records. Seriously, did you know in most states adoptees can't get their birth records? It's crazy. So keep records.

7. We don't have to be a cheerleader for adoption. Remember we didn't get a choice.

8. Stop using us for political nonsense.

9. Don't change our names, history, or background because you think we're blank states or to move on from our past. We have families before you ever came into our lives. I was an infant when I was adopted but before papers were signed I was inside my birth mom. I was hers before I was my parents.

10. Don't lie. Never keep secrets. We will find out. Trust me when we do you've broken any trust you had forever and will cause resentment. Be honest. Look, some of us came from horrible circumstances but that's life. It's our story. It's better for it to come from you so we can process it with you than for us to find out. Every adoptee should know they're adopted and their circumstances.

11. Don't get offended at real mom and dad or when we look/want a relationship with our birth families.

12. Not every little thing is a diagnosis. Sometimes it's grief.

13. An adopted child will never be the biological child you couldn't have.

#adoption #adoptee #adoptive parents #adoptive family #birth family #birthmom #national adoption awareness month

[hedgewitchgarden]

October is Black Cat Awareness Month

#black cat awareness month #adopt black cats #adopt black dogs #cats #psa #awareness

[michyeosseo]

without your posts and tiktoks i wouldve never known the slow touches and hair smelling BRUV JUST EXPOSE THE GAYNESS AS THEY ARE 😭😭 this is the ultra older women couple we need and deserve!!!

thank you for your service 🫡🫡🥳👑🤙

you sent this ask to me on the 28th and i would've kept it in my inbox as a dear trinket but

in the remote possibility you haven't seen the latest gifts from

ultra older women couple

100% certain sns queen yoon haeyoung's idea just look at the harsh filter

that the empress herself choi myunggil goes along with ♡

when your unni gets distracted mid-posing for important pikchurz so you just have to take possession of her attention? never been a becoming idea before them

#before i was done with my thoughts on her biceps and chic tie-scarf as she receives that bear plush + balloons + bouquet #SHE DOES THIS #(has done) #yes i am aware of her/their modus operandi by now #advanced comfort #but i am in so deep with semidoyi that yes i accept with open arms #also sunshine princess haeyoungie has never been not the most adorable in her life #even posts a healthy quick breakfast recipe a la jang semi #with the cat she adopted months ago! #then k-fans point out it's hangover cure #squealing is never simple with someone like her

[newwwwusername]

Helluva Boss - Loona & Blitzo - Mental Health Awareness Month Prompt 9 : Oppostional Defiant Disorder

Prompt : Write a fic in which a character has ODD (canon or not canon) Headcanons : Loona has ODD, C-PTSD, GAD, Bipolar II, BPD, ADHD, and Dyscalculia

When Blitzo had first adopted Loona, the person at the pound had given him a packet that included a list of diagnoses that she'd been given before being put up for adoption. He'd barely even glanced over it in the moment, because he knew that he would love her no matter what challenges she came along with. In fact, it wasn't until that night, when she was already asleep in her new bed, that he properly looked at the list.

Oppositional Defiant Disorder Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder Generalized Anxiety Disorder Bipolar II Disorder Borderline Personality Disorder Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder Dyscalculia

It was, admittedly, a lot more than he'd mentally prepared himself for. He still didn't regret adopting her by any means, no. He knew he wanted to parent the girl as soon as he'd seen her, but that list was a lot bigger and more complicated than he'd thought. He was expecting depression, anxiety, PTSD, maybe a learning disability. All the other stuff blindsided him, and he knew he had to do some research.

The next morning, he was tired as ever, having stayed up all night looking into different articles and videos about ODD, Bipolar II, and BPD, alongside more light reading on the other things. When he left her room, she took in his disheveled appearance and raised an eyebrow. Blitzo just smiled at her, deciding not to tell her why he'd been up all night. He didn't want her to potentially feel guilty.

"Breakfast?"

"I'm good"

"When was the last time you ate?" he asked and she snarled.

"Jesus, dude" she snapped. "Why does it matter? I said I'm fuckin' good"

Right he thought. Oppositional Defiant Disorder

"I'm not trying to push anything on you" he said carefully. "But I am your caretaker now, and I want to make sure you're eating"

"I'm not even-" she was cut off by a growl in her stomach. Her face went bright red and Blitzo chuckled. "Fine" she caved. "I'm hungry. They didn't really..." her eyes darted around for a moment. "There's not a lot of food at... The place"

"Right, well" Blitzo stood up from the couch, cracking his back slightly. "You can either find something here, though, I'm gonna be completely honest, it's just cereal and eggs" he chuckled. "Or you can come with me and get cheap bullshit coffee and pastries from Starbucks" he offered. "Up to you"

"...Yeah I'll come with you" she sighed. "But I don't have money"

"I'm paying for you"

"Oh lit" Loona chuckled. "Okay"

Do not repost on other sites! If you want to participate in this month's challenge, there are 15 mental illness prompts that you can find here

#fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic challenge #mental health awareness month #oppositional defiant disorder #cptsd #generalized anxiety disorder #bipolar ii #bpd #adhd #dyscalculia #helluva boss #loona and blitzo #adoption #blitzo is best dad 10/10 #prompts #fanfic prompts

[fortune-maiden]

I see the writers are continuing to hate Elsa too :)

Elsa, to her father's (very justified) murderer: you're the only one keeping me sane right now

#el internado #I just want to give this woman a hug #she was raised completely outside of her father's plots and genuinely loves him and her job and the kids in her care #and she gets to watch everyone around her die without any explanation #the twin brother she never knew is killed trying to help her #she loses her unborn babies AND the baby she adopts #she loses Hector and Pedro (even if her relationships with them blowing up is absolutely her fault) #her (evil but doting) father disappears for months and is then found dead #Jacinta has hated her since her childhood because of said evil father and she never knew why #she gets into a relationship with a domestic abuser (which she really should have known better #he was literally just out of jail on child abuse charges) #and now her closest ally is also the man who killed her father #She is literally THE ONE character who is not involved in ANY plots #except she's now starting to become vaguely aware of the conspiracies between learning Sandra is alive and the one non-corrupt detective #AND she has taken over all of Hector's adorable scenes with the 6 years olds because the writers really want us to hurt #Elsa is going to find out everything eventually and it will be BRUTAL #she's not nice but she doesn't deserve this :( #she is trying at least...

[hanna-lulu]

i know there’s a huge percentage of this website that talks about their siblings and the cain instinct and having a love/hate relationship with those who experienced the same parental units as you

but i’m just gonna say that, as an older (basically oldest) sibling, i absolutely ADORE my younger sibling

we’re a little under 4 years apart, and for the first 16 years of my life (minus the almost 4 years before they were born) they were my best friend

yes we had our differences, yes i don’t rly remember the first 5 or 6 years properly

and i am sure we had moments of feeling separate and lonely

but i’m 22 now and my baby sibling is 18

and for most of my memory we have been so close

i can recall off the top of my head maybe 2 times we have been angry/annoyed enough at each other to yell

and our arguments lasted a day at most

we have pictures from when we were children and in so many i am holding this infant

then as a baby

then as a toddler

then as a child

some nights when they said ‘maybe i don’t need our mom to lie down with me to help me fall asleep’ they would ask me to stay with them until they fell asleep

and i would lie next to them

we would stay up absurdly late for 9 or 10/6 or 7 year olds

i don’t rly know why we were so close, or why we stayed that close

but there are still so many things i will say to them that i will never say to my parents

i trust them to keep my secrets

and while i may bonk them over the head with a wrapping paper tube on occasion, i will always have their back

#to be clear as ‘basically oldest’ i mean i was the oldest until i was 16/17 #my mom adopted a 17 year old when i was also 17 #he’s about 2 months older than me #he’s incredibly intelligent and also the dumbest motherfucker i have ever met #do i consider him my brother? in the most techincal of terms yes #he’s family but also he converted to orthodox judaism and all his orthodox friends don’t consider my mom a rabbi #and like i said. he’s smart but also stupid #and when i say stupid i mean VERY easily influenced #as for my younger sibling who i love very much #i’m so proud of them #they’re studying to be an actor and they’re INCREDIBLE #also i am aware that my mom and i have both traumatized them with our alcoholism #i’m so proud of my sibling for not drinking or doing drugs #i do both of course #but that doesn’t mean i’m not proud #[sibling name] i love you so much #not gonna tag them #i’m sure i have before #but whatever #none of y’all’s business #personal #pointless posting #sibling stuff

[bat-bestie]

god everything sucks so bad right now

#big BIG vent in the tags heed the warning #cw pet loss #i don't even know where to start actually #im just a mess right now and i haven't even been able to say or type or think too hard about. the most important thing #god this sucks #my cat bunny. the one who's really nervous around everyone but trusts me. my girl #she hasn't been acting quite right lately so my mom took her to the vet and they say she has spinal cancer #and there's nothing we can do #and it's progressing really fast #she was fine just a few days before i left for college this semester #i haven't seen her in a month. month and a half #and now im going home for the weekend as an emergency visit and it's the last time i'll get to be with her. #this week has been fucking horrible it's midterms and i haven't been able to focus or study or think #im almost grateful ive been so busy with assignments because everytime i don't have anything i Have to do i breakdown #i had to ask one of my professors for an extension because im a wreck right now and he seemed like he almost didn't believe me too #he was like 'wellllll if it's an emergencyyy 😒' #sir i put my shirt on backwards and didn't notice literally all day i cannot write a fucking midterm essay like this #and i can't really talk about any of this either bc im always aware that if i kill the vibe too much people won't want to hang out with me #and just to make things a little bit worse i keep seeing people adopting cats or posting that theirs just had kittens everywhere #im just so upset. bunny is the most important thing in the world to me #in my worst moments when ive needed something to get me through it the fact that i can't leave her alone has been at the top of the list #i don't know how im gonna be able to be home without her #i fucking hate this #sorry for doomer posting go do something uplifting #delete later

[alchemiclee]

there's that new game called content warning and I want to play it and be really silly and dumb with other really silly and goofy people. but I can never get those type of people to play with me. they always have their silly friend group and ignore me. I don't like playing games with serious people because I get so bored and they get mad when I goof around. how does one make friends with funny people that I can only seem to find on twitch (but they always already have too many friends and I have no chance) 😭

#LEE DOES NOT UNDERSTAND HOW TO MAKE FRIENDS AT ALL #I LAUGHED AT YOUR CONTENT. I WANT TO MAKE YOU LAUGH TOO. THAT MEANS WE SHOULD BE FRIENDS. PLEASE 😭😭😭😭😭 #BRAIN EMPTY NOT A SINGLE BRAIN CELL KNOWS HOW TO FRIEND #asking directly always ends in rejection. staring longingly ends with being unnoticed #consistently trying to be nice and talk and get to know them and let them know me ends with being ignored or goes nowhere #how does one showcase that i too am a silly little guy like they and all their friends are so i can be part of their silly chaos #HOW?!!?!!??!?!? I DONT UNDERSTAND #you know what i just realized its autism awareness month. HEY SILLY FUNNY EXTROVERTS. ADOPT AN AUTISM CHAOS GREMLIN THIS MONTH!!! (me) #dont mind me just yelling into the abyss #(oh right are we calling it autism acceptance month now??? did people decide on that yet? last i saw it was being debated so idk)

[galtx]

GALTx eNews: October Is Greyhound Awareness Month!

October is Greyhound Awareness Month! It seems like the word about Greyhounds is getting out, but let’s keep the energy of the recent Great Global Greyhound Walk going and spread the word some more!

You can spread awareness about Greyhounds in a number of ways. Talking about them and sharing photos on social media reaches a lot of people. If you don’t have a hound of your own, you can always share our posts in whatever networks you visit. When the weather permits, many hounds like to join you to run errands at pet friendly venues such as Home Depot, Lowes, Petco and other pet supply stores. Joining other Greyhound parents to walk together at a busy local park can be a lot of fun for all too. On these outings, take a moment to let the people you encounter pet your hound and answer a few questions. 

Many find it fun to talk about the name of their hound’s color on the Official Greyhound Color Chart. If you’re not familiar, click here to read more. Greyhound enthusiasts also have a language all their own to describe their Greyhounds quirky behavior. Take a look at the list we have compiled here and try a few as conversation starters. Additionally, many Greyhounds come with long pedigrees and racing records that impress those they meet. You can also share about how you discovered Greyhounds or got involved in Greyhound adoption as a volunteer. A quick show and tell of your hound’s ear tattoos can be fun too. 

Whatever you share about your hounds, have a good time spreading the word about this wonderful breed!

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