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FOREVER LATE ! Lilo and Nani as entries 9 and 10 for #mermay :)

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Iāve written many songs and blog posts about women. Iām in a unique position in my life and career to spread some positivity and empowerment to my fellow femmes! And if you were me, wouldnāt you do the same? Iād like to elaborate on our song āDear Daughter,ā which started out as more or less a jotting down of things my mother and father told me as a kid. What it became was so much more than just me quoting my parents. The song has taken on a life of its own and is such a personal reflection of what I think a young woman should hear growing up. As girls in this world, we are taught to balance being safe, quiet, and pretty. Find a partner, settle down, donāt state too many opinions lest be viewed as having too much baggage, and whatever you do, donāt age or stop being cute! But what about being smart, loving yourself and taking a risk to follow your dream? Those were the breed of conversations I was lucky enough to have growing up. It was never about beauty or the end goal being a white picket fence and 2.3 kids. It was a question of what could I offer uniquely to the world⦠what was I passionate about and what would it take to be able to make my passion into something I could call my job. My mom never worried that I was a tomboy. Iād climb trees and I even asked for a toolset for Christmas one year. As a mother she understood that as a young girl there was already enough pressure from the world, so she encouraged me to be happy and myself I was 13 and my little brother was 10 when we started Halestorm. I had been playing piano since I was 5 and Arejay had been playing drums since utero. If any of you have ever seen my little brother play you will understand why I put in that way. We wrote a handful of songs and set out to be the rockstars that we watched on my parentsā VHS tapes and listened to on their vinyl records. Little bro and I had tunnel vision for music, the lightbulb more than switched on; it was red hot! Itās all we talked about, dreamt about and all we wanted to do after homework was done! It was so much more than a āthis is what I wanna do when I grow upā passion. It was our identity. He and I even started introducing ourselves to complete strangers as āIām Lzzy and Arejay, AND weāre in a band called Halestorm.āHa! We just started forcing our dream upon the world! My parents never let on that they were actually terrified for their kids to be pursuing this career. After all, this unruly, unpredictable career was the last thing anyone would want to encourage their precious daughter or darling boy to do! It didnāt guarantee security, in fact, quite the oppositeāthis music business exposes a lot of danger and heartache into your bubble. But my parents knew we were going to do it anyway; they saw the fire in our eyes. They witnessed the passion and the near obsession that possessed us when we picked up our instruments. My mom always wanted to play guitar, but her stepfather told her no, so when I told her at 16 that I wanted to step off the piano and sling a six string, she and my dad bought me my first axe. It wasnāt easy for them, My parents were not rich and gave up a lot of comfort for us to pursue this. They also caught a lot of sh*t for encouraging us to go for it. They got nasty letters from my teachers who thought I was going to end up worshipping the devil. I heard them on the phone trying to reason with my friendsāparents who would never encourage their own kids to book gigs in the corner of bars, malls, coffee houses, a funeral (yes, that happened once). I was never a bad kid, in fact the only time I was ever called into the principalās office was because I was giving away our first Halestorm cassette tape "Forecast for The Futureā in the halls of my middle school. I truly believe it was because my parents had my back that I remained a good kid. If they hated or discouraged my passion, maybe I wouldāve acted out or started hanging with the wrong crowd, doing drugs, etc. But my parents were brave enough to say yes to my journey. Over the course of many years, both of my parents worked for us, helped us get shows, and cheered us on as we raised this monster we called Halestorm. When things got tough, instead of turning to us and saying, āWell, that was fun, now itās time to get a real jobā. Theyād pose questions, like, āWhat are your end goals, and how can this hurdle help you grow?ā These are questions I still ask myself when I come to a crossroads in my life. My personal goal in my music career wasnāt money or to be famous, nothing frivolous like that. My goal was simply to continue to do what I loved everydayāwhich was being a part of this band. My parents knew this. Weād have many conversations about how that nine to five āreal jobā everyone said I should have will always be there waiting for me. But the opportunity to follow my dreams and be able to call my passion a career? That I would have to fight for. And we did, and now Iām proud to say that Iāve kept this dream alive and growing for almost 20 years. Iāve toured the world, performed with my idols, bought my first house, and even won a Grammy! Ha! I remember calling my mom when we were nominated for a Grammy. I reminded her of an on going joke we had when I was a kid just starting out. Weād always joke about how if I ever got nominated for a Grammy, my mom was going to be my date to go. She had forgotten about this, so when I told her that I was going to keep this promise, she burst into tears over the phone. I know Iāll never understand until I have my own daughter just how much love and pride she felt when we were recognized by the Recording Academy and won that Grammyāa feat I might have never achieved without her support and encouragement. So this song, āDear Daughter,ā is my own way of passing the torch. Because I think that the words I grew up hearing are something every young girl deserves to hear. They were always simple, yet profound. Hold your head up high, and be you. Always remember that you are like no other. This world is indeed full of pain and fear but thereās also hope and love; itās how you choose to tip the scale that matters. And no matter what happens, I will be there, and I will always support you. Iām hoping that through this song, I can spread the inspiration and empowerment that has been instilled in me. Carve your own path, ladies (and little gents too), Iām living proof that nothing in life is impossible. Love, Lzzy Hale P.S. You can see the brand new music video for āDear Daughterā at www.halestormrocks.com
Given that I thinkĀ āMy Immortalā is a troll (with the reason generally being that author Tara references both Marty McFly and TOM BOMBADIL), I just reread it and Iām astounded by the effort put into it.
The spelling and grammar gets steadily worse over the course of the story, messing up simple words and even the main characterās name (variations on Ebony include Enoby, Enony, Eboby, and my favorite Enopby). The author gives frequent shoutouts in the A/N at the beginning of each chapter to someone called Raven, who she considers a friend and apparently functions as a beta. In chapter 16, Tara severs ties with Raven, expels/murders Ravenās character Willow, and changes Ebonyās full name to Ebony Darkāness Dementia TARA Way. Itās suggested that they fought because Tara stole Ravenās poster of Gerard Way. By chapter 17, they appear to have made up and Willow is brought back with no further explanation.
The plot, of course, is just insane, but the story was obviously being read; Tara begins each chapter furiously ranting aboutĀ āflamerzā leaving bad reviews, terribly misspelled. At one point, Ebony was referred to as a Mary Sue and she immediately tried to shut that down, citingĀ āSatanismā andĀ ādepressionā as flaws. She held each new chapter hostage, demanding a certain number (usually 5) good reviews before she would update. Assuming the spelling and grammar mistakes were intentional, the natural progression of them getting worse and worse is incredible. The difference between Taraās A/Ns and Ravenās edited text is also astounding, although chapter 16, during their supposed rift, is not noticeably more poorly written than the chapters immediately preceding and following it.
The misspellings of character names and general slipups get worse and worse to the point that once,Ā āEnopbyā is referred to asĀ āTaraā, and at another point,Ā āTaEnbyā, further to emphasize that Ebony is, in fact, the most obvious self insert in the history of literature. The reference to Marty McFly (he appears at the end of chapter 35 to spirit Ebony into the future) confounds me; Tara does not seem like sheād been aware of pop culture enough to have seen āBack to the Futureā, given that she describesĀ āThe Nightmare Before Christmasā as this serious, depressing, Adult movie. Sheās young enough to considerĀ āhe put his thingy into my toolā an accurate description of sex. Further, she references Tom Bombadil, a character inĀ āLord of the Ringsā who I believe just shows up and sings for a while and is strongly implied to be God and then disappears, not really relevant to anything. Heās not even in the movies. Would Tara Gilesbie have readĀ āLord of the Ringsā when she admits sheās never read the Harry Potter books?
Read through that lens (that this was an elaborate hoax), can you believe the rest of it was so organically terrible? Even now, 10+ years after the fact, no one can agree on whether this story is a troll, and until anyone finds out who Tara Gilesbie really is, itās going to be impossible to know for sure. This is just crazy to me.
I have done extensive digging on this subject, and there is a lot more to My ImmortalĀ than meets the eye. Read as a troll, this story is a brilliant piece of satire on fan fiction. It incorporates so many cliches of the genre, especially those from the early to mid 2000ā²s. The obviously self-inserted Mary-Sue (mentioned above) along with unnecessary and unexplained crossovers, nonsensical sex scenes, and allusion to scene culture and pop punk music. Not to mention the story outside the story, Tara and Ravenās falling out, critiquing the culture of A/Nās and reviews. The tropes and cliches are far too obvious and overplayed to be sincere. I am a true believer that Tara was not only a troll, but a genius of satire. After all, if it was truly so bad, it would not have survived mixed in with ten years of equally terrible fan fiction. The legend of this story is so *ehem* immortal it has sparked heated debate in the online community for years, and was even made into a web series. (https://vimeo.com/70381882) Whether you believe it was satire or not, there is something about My Immortal that is inherently fascinating. Even if it was not her intention, Tara has created the bad fan fiction. It is a perfect storm of chaotic, nonsensical drama spiraling around the least original character ever written. Story lines are dropped and picked up again seemingly at random, characters and names are inconsistent to the point of being unintelligible, and there is no consistent overarching plot. In a sense, it is the anti-story, because it so decidedly defies every literary rule in the book. Either we are drawn to My ImmortalĀ as one watches a car wreck in awe, or because it satirizes the worst aspects of every story we have ever read. Regardless, the legacy of My ImmortalĀ will live on, either as a warning, or a work of pure genius.
so I showed my boyfriend this postā¦
and he decided that there needed to be a video of the Parks and Rec theme song with puppiesā¦so he made it
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Just so you guys know, I need to significantly cut back on my Tumblr time. Like, a lot. This website just isnāt as much fun for me anymore, and itās starting to feel more like a chore keeping up with it. Iām still following some people if I feel like Tumblr is a significant percentage of our communication and I donāt want to lose that. But Iām going to be on here a lot less. I love you all so much. Donāt ever doubt that. Itās not you, itās Tumblr.

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Hey everyone!
I know I usually keep this blog to strictly Harry Potter things, but as you may have noticed from videos Iāve posted, I have a YouTube channel. Itās a collection of sims gameplay, fandom discussion, and personal vlogging. I also talk frequently about chronic illness.Ā
Thatās why Iām posting this. Due to my chronic illness, I am unable to reliably work. Good days and good hours come and go, and a good day for me is different from a good day for a healthy person. I am lucky to live in a place with welfare, but it wonāt be long until they expect me to be able to get at least a part time job, and I really do not think anyone would want to hire me with how unreliable my health can be.Ā
It would be really cool if you could check out my channel, especially if sims or fandom discussion is something that interests you. I really would like it to kick off, as itās something I can do when I do feel good and donāt have to worry about when Iām not.Ā
You can find my channel here: Anneliese_MB
Also, if you have any suggestions for any videos I could do, I would welcome them! Please share this out as well.Ā
boys are so funny lol. even at just the hint of sex they turn into absolute putty. I truly wish I had more opportunities in my life to exploit that for my own amusement.
Reminder: Your friends really do love you. No they dont secretly hate you. No they dont just put up with you and think youāre annoying. Your friends truly love you and care about you as much as you do.
Do you ever notice yourself getting bad againā¦like, you know youāre not doing work that needs to be done, you know youāre not cleaning, you know youāre not taking care of yourselfā¦you know all the things you need to do to start trying to feel better. But you just canāt. And youāre left feeling like shit bc you thought you were getting better but here we are
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You guys BOSS BABY WAS SO AMAZING!!! I went to see it today and I canāt get over how amazing it was!! I mean full disclosure I am a total sucker for theĀ āenemies unite to achieve a greater goalā trope but omg it was so good!!

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Reblog and you might save someoneās life, especially with all our Black Girls going missing #ProtectBlackGirls #SaveLife
For those who donāt know whatās happening in the video, she untied her shoelaces, pulled one through the inside of the zip tie binding her hands, then tied the shoelaces together. Then, by pulling downward and back and forth on the shoelaces with her feet, she created enough friction to wear away part of the ziptie, making it weak enough to snap right off her hands.
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the best experience working in customer service that i ever had was when i worked at building 19 and they were going out of business. they got to a point where all sales were final and this rude asshole came in throwing a fit bc she couldnāt return some 25$ thing, and i was just in a state of total donāt-give-a-fuck and so was the store manager so iām talking complete immunity to do and say whatever i wanted. so i told this lady iād be more willing to help her if sheād drop the attitude and quit being so rude to me and she looked so -shocked-. then she started ranting about losing out on 25$ and i was like āiām sorry youāre out 25 dollars but next week iāll be out of a job, so i donāt actually care,ā and the look on her face allowed me to ascend to a higher plane of existence. and that was my favorite day of work ever.
the dream.
So a few of you might remember that back in September, I was working at a grocery store that was being shut down. Now, the remarkable thing was the fact that, even at the point that our shelves were bare and empty, people were still coming up to us asking why we were out of stock. I mean, we literally had giant fucking signs in the windows that read: āgoing out of businessā but I still had people asking me why we had so little product.
My best friend (now boyfriend) was our Associate Manager, and he put up with more total and utter bullshit from customers than anyone.
Now one afternoon I go into work and some lady has bought out pretty much all the rest of the product that weāve got in the store. Iām having a pretty rough day (I had a lot of stuff going on: secret love affair with my boss, my best friend might be moving to another city to find a job, losing my job, no money for university, you get the gist) and I put her transaction through, and at the end I realize that Iāve forgotten to ask her for her points card.
She realizes this, too. And she starts bitching that she wants me to void off the purchase sheās just made, scan everything through again, so she can get her measly fucking 1000 points (1000 points = 1 dollar)
So Iām like, āMaāam youāre gonna have to wait for me to get a supervisor up here to authorize a voided transactionā
And she starts fuckin losing it on me, pissed that sheās gonna have to wait five minutes for my supervisor to finish a call sheās on and to walk from the back of the store to the checkout.
Now, while sheās having this little hissy fit, my best bud and our intrepid manager happens to be sauntering on by, and approaches the counter with a, āCan I help you?ā
So she starts going off at him, now, about how Iāve wasted so much of her time. And heās standing there and heās nodding and heās listening to her, and then when she finishes her rant he says, āIād like you to know that I could authorize this transaction for you, but youāre such a deeply unpleasant woman, that Iām going to make you waitā
And then he just walked away
Triggers are like allergies.
An allergy is an extreme sensitivity to something that might not bother most people.
There are common ones and rare ones
They range from mildly annoying to life threatening, depending on the degree of sensitivity.
Not everyone has them. Some people might have several.
Thereās no need to include allergy warnings when your audience is small and well known and you know no one present is allergic to anything youāre bringing.
When your audience is wider or unknown, itās courteous to include warnings for the more common ones (peanuts, milk). Because better safe than sorry.
If you find out that someone with a rarer one might be present, you should include warnings for things you usually wouldnāt (cayenne pepper, mint).
If you set off an allergic reaction, you apologize even if you didnāt know they had that allergy, you do what you can to help, and you take care not to do it again.
Teasing someone for having one is stupid.
People donāt choose to have them, and those that have them wish they didnāt.
Faking one that you donāt have is bad form.
And if you intentionally expose an allergic person to something you know they are allergic to, you are an ASSHOLE.
I have more.
Sensitivity to an allergen can increase over time. Having better tolerance in the past does not mean that the current level of sensitivity is fake.
Sensitivity to an allergen can decrease over time. Having better tolerance now does not mean that the past level of sensitivity was fake.
An allergy can develop abruptly. Something that had no reaction on first exposure can have a violent reaction on second exposure.
Often a person doesnāt know they have an allergy until their first allergic reaction. This can be terrifying.
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THIS IS SO SCARILY ACCURATE
I HATE WHEN PEOPLE ARE GROSSED OUT BYĀ UNUSED TAMPONS. THATS LIKE BEING GROSSED OUT BY UNUSED NAPKINS, OR CLEAN SHEETS, OR CLEAN UNDERWEAR. LIKE OMG ITS NOT GOING TO HURT YOU. ITS CLEAN. TAMPONS EXIST WHY DO WOMEN HAVE TO BE EMBARRASSED OR HIDE THEM. ugh
Once I had an unopened box of tampons in plain view and my stepdad acted like that was some huge breach of social etiquette. I asked why on earth he was acting so weird about it, and he said, āWell you wouldnāt want me leaving a box of condoms lying around would you?ā
Okay first of all, that youāre even implying that tampons and condoms are comparable items is fucking stupid since condoms are used for sex and tampons are used to like, you know, not bleed all the fuck over ourselves during this biological function none of us can stop. So that begs the question of why the fuck youāre sexualizing periods or items required to live hygienically during one, wherein the answer is that you believe vaginas are inherently sexual and only exist as something to stick your dick in. Because me leaving an unopened box of tampons in view is literally the same thing as leaving a stick of deodorant or a bar of fucking soap out on the counter if youāre considering them by their function. But God forbid I remind you vaginas exist in neutral everyday circumstances and that they donāt just manifest when you wanna fuck one.
Lots of important lines in here

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friendly reminder that you donāt have to wait until itās dark all through the house to practice sneaking and creeping. sneak during the day time. your stealth skill is yours to raise and you donāt have to abide by anyoneās rules but your own
My oven has a āstop timeā button. Itās probably just to stop the timer but I wonāt press it, just in case.