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Voting blue in 2018 is to make it less immediately threatening for PoC, LGBT+ people, the disabled, and any other marginalized demographic. It’s a stopgap against Republicans who are aligned with Nazis, white supremacists, and sexual abusers.

Correcting politics in the United States is going to take decades of new voters staying on top of politics and not falling prey to apathy, like our predecessors. 

YOU CAN’T VOTE ONLINE.

YOU CAN’T VOTE FROM YOUR PHONE.

IN MANY STATES THERE ARE LEGAL CONSEQUENCES FOR PHOTOGRAPHING YOUR BALLOT.

DO NOT WEAR CAMPAIGN GEAR TO THE POLLS.

DO NOT TRY TO PERSUADE PEOPLE TO VOTE FOR A CANDIDATE AT THE POLLS.

DO NOT ENGAGE IN ANY KIND OF POLITICAL DISCOURSE AT THE POLLS.

NO ELECTION IS EVER A SURE THING, EVEN IF YOU’RE IN THE BLUEST OR REDDEST OF STATES.  IF SOMEONE TRIES TO TELL YOU THAT YOU CAN SIT THIS ONE OUT, THEY ARE EITHER IGNORANT OR MALICIOUS.

DO  NOT  RELY ON A BLUE WAVE.

GO FUCKING VOTE!!!!!!!!!

A mimic that consistently chooses contextually inappropriate treasure containers to impersonate, like a filing cabinet in elven ruins or a stone sarcophagus in the storage room of the local inn.

An abnormally intelligent undead skeleton that indicates through elaborate pantomime that it wishes the party to sign a petition demanding better working conditions for its bony brethren. It’s unclear who – if anyone – the petition’s intended recipient is.

A giant spider peddling fine leather jackets that it fashions from the hollowed-out skins of its prey. The player characters can be either customers or raw material – it cares not which.

A gelatinous cube whose exceptionally precise dimensions have won the favour of the gods of Order, granting it both awareness and the power of speech. The endless hunger of its kind has become an obsession with sharing its perfection of form with the world: all shall be cubed!

He kissed Amelia Earhart. Amelia Earhart kissed a robot. While Alexander Hamilton was kissing Amelia Earhart he was also writing an essay.

"Stop writing that essay!" said Eliza. "How will you see your son grow up?"

His son was the Joker.

Very important please read on:

I never thought I’d be making another post, due to the last one I’d made that had gotten trampled by people who had reported my account for their own reasons. I understand that people will be skeptical and some will not even want to understand but please do not report me but block me, instead. I prefer that than getting my account terminated again. 

However, from all the help I’d gotten I had reached the goal of helping my parents with our behind rent and some of our bills. I’d especially like to thank my closest friend’s Solstice and Dalton who have been there for me, and had shown me support and love. Thank you, my wonderful friends. I would also like to thank everyone who supported and had messaged me with kind and encouraging messages, even cute pictures of animals that really made my day. A big thank you and hugs to everyone.  However, in this post, it’s very different and much, much sad. My mother had never gotten along with her family. Except, her grandfather who had adopted her and had treated her like his own daughter. Her grandfather had 12 kids altogether, including her biological father who was the oldest out of them all, and who couldn’t take care of her, but had died a year later after her birth. Her grandfather meant the world to her and treated her differently from the rest of his kids, which brought jealousy and anger into the family. It got worse when my mother fell in love with my dad. Her family hated my dad, and never accepted him because he was from a different heritage. They treated him badly and had caused my parents to break apart. But at that time, my mother was pregnant with me. When her grandfather found out, he went to see my father alone and told him my mother was pregnant and that he couldn’t bare to see my mother heartbroken and sad, claiming, it wasn’t good for the baby. So he let my parents be together and had told my dad to look after my mom well, and then her grandfather moved back to the island. That was the last time my mother saw her grandfather/dad. The rest of my mom’s family had never accepted my dad and didn’t want anything to do with him or my mother. Except for my mom’s grandfather’s youngest daughter who was very nice to her, and had treated her like a sister. That was until two years ago when my mother’s grandfather’s youngest daughter told us to move to Australia, and live with her and her family because she said it was a better living there. So my mom asked my dad, and then they asked all of us about what we thought about it. We all liked the idea, it sounded refreshing and very exciting. So when we made the big move things were okay, until two weeks in, and my mom’s grandfather’s youngest daughter began to act differently. She growled my siblings for every little thing they did, she bossed my dad around and feed my mom with lies, she even told us to not touch the food in her cardboard. Things had gotten out of hand when my mother’s grandfather’s youngest daughter’s, son came home one night drunk with his cousin from his dad’s side, his cousin had punched my brother for nothing and they got into a fight, my second youngest sister who was fourteen was there had tried to stop it but had gotten accidentally punched. I was sleeping and didn’t know what was happening until my sister came and woke me up. It was horrible, I was so furious at what happened. And then the police turned up. Lucky for us, my dad had found a job at that time and took us far away from that house. But right now, my dad is currently unemployed, due to the accident with his leg that got him dismissed from his job. He has worked two times, after that job but due to his limping leg things never worked out, but he’s still looking for work that doesn’t involve physical work. I’m the only one working in my household, and I’m doing everything to keep my family together and happy. My mother collects money every two weeks for my younger siblings, yet there are too many bills to pay, considering our other situation which is another long story which I had explained before. 

So this is where I need help. We received a call this morning, the call was for my mother and it was from an unknown number. It was her grandfather’s nurse who had explained to her about her grandfather’s condition and had told her that her grandfather’s last wish was to see her. She said that he didn’t have long to live. My mother hasn’t stopped crying, and I don’t know what to do. We’re struggling as it is, but I really want my mom to see her grandfather, I don’t want her to feel guilty about anything. I also don’t like seeing her like this, with everything she has gone through she deserves to see her grandfather. I know she won’t go alone and would need one of us there to support her. I can’t go, due to work. 

My mom’s grandfather lives in Samoa and that is 3,916 km away from where we live. The plane ticket is the only option there is. Mom said she’s been on a boat one time and got sea sick. I’m just trying to get my mom to see her grandfather ASAP. So I checked the flights and the cheapest one was $1,625 altogether for two tickets. The plane flies out on Monday the 5th of November and returns on the 23rd of February, that’s a really long time but that’s the cheapest flight I could find. My mom wants to take my second youngest sister with her. I don’t think it’d be a good idea if my dad goes, and plus he has to stay home and look after my siblings when I go to work. I mostly work at night shifts,  but I also get called in to do day shifts sometimes. 

PLEASE, I’m asking from the bottom of my heart if you have enough to spare please help us out with this. This is very important and it’s sad and hurtful. I don’t know what to do but ask for help. PLEASE if your reading this, help us, please. It would mean so much. Every little thing counts, even a dollar adds up. https://www.paypal.me/HelpMyFamilyPlease https://www.paypal.me/HelpMyFamilyPlease