“遠い空には光る.”

Now imagine them killing theirselves because they can’t ask their abusive parents to spend 10 extra dollars on Social Media packs, and in addition to their current rural internet provider, can’t use any form of online socialization.

I’m one of those kids, and I’d be dead if I didn’t have social media outlets (literally my first irl friend got addicted to crack, yet my first online friend got me in therapy)

The FCC sided with Comcast and decided to let ISPs censor the internet. The Internet needs to stop this from happening: http://cms.fightforthefuture.org/tellfcc/

Last Wednesday, FCC Chairman Tom Wheeler announced a proposal for new rules that would allow for a “ fast lane” of Internet traffic for content providers who are willing (and able) to pay a fee. [1] The proposal reverses the FCC’s previous commitment to net neutrality and open internet and allows ISP’s like Comcast or Verizon to slow down and censor services that don’t pay the toll.

We have to be totally honest, this situation is seriously grim. But there is still hope. The FCC already knows that the Internet community wants net neutrality, but they think they can put their spin on these new rules and sneak them through. If we can prove them wrong right now with a massive public outcry, we can literally save the Internet once again.

We need to stop the FCC now. Big business groups are already ramping up lobbying efforts with the FCC in swarms since Wednesday’s announcement in support of censoring the open Internet and to ensure this dangerous proposal moves forward. [2]

This is a critical moment. In the last few weeks more than 65,000 people have taken action with us. Can you help us get to 80,000 by the end of the day today?

[1] Gautham Nagesh. “FCC to Propose New ‘Net Neutrality’ Rules”. http://online.wsj.com/news/articles/SB10001424052702304518704579519963416350296

[2] Edward Wyatt. Edward Wyatt. “Lobbying Efforts Intensify After F.C.C. Tries 3rd Time on Net Neutrality” http://www.nytimes.com/2014/04/25/business/lobbying-efforts-intensify-after-fcc-tries-3rd-time-on-net-neutrality.html?hpw&rref=politics

         MY NAME’S NIGHTWING !    i may not be the gent you were expecting , but let me assure you… like HIM , i’m the stuff of nightmares — so don’t get stupid ! if you play it COOL , you may  walk away from here with all your TEETH .

    — // i’m searching for something that i can’t reach

                                             what happened to the soul that i used to be? \ —

                                                 Sumiko Kurokawa.

                                                      Indie OC Blog.

So, yeah, like two months late but better late then never. right? 

As a few people already know, my mother has very poor health and I’m her main (read practically sole) care giver. Anyways, about a year and a half ago she got a diabetic cyst that’s been steadily getting worse despite us going to three different doctors and two specialists. This all came to a head about a month ago, when she got a second wound and within the span of the weekend all her toes turned black. 

She was rushed to the hospital where she had to get the front half of her foot amputated, but because of a really bad infection, and powerful blood thinners she’s on, the surgery ended up getting pushed back for over two weeks, and then because of complications during the surgery she’s expected to continue to be in the hospital for up to a week more. 

Needless to say, I’ve been spending most of my time with her, and once she finally gets home, that’s not going to change. She won’t be able to put any weight at all on her foot for a month at least, so while I’m going to try and keep my laptop with me in her room, I can’t promise I’ll be around much. 

Now, here’s the part I’m super uncomfortable about.

I, unfortunately, haven’t been able to get my license (since, you know, the person who’d teach me has been bed ridden for over a year) and so I’ve been blowing through a lot of my savings (which was intended to pay for grad school application stuff, and maybe a payment on my student loans if I couldn’t get a job) on ubering back and forth between her hospital and home to tend to the animals, as well as a few quick trips to stores and such. 

This wouldn’t be as bad if it didn’t look like it was going to take so long for her to heal (a month is the shortest time just to walk on it, but she’s also got to do physical therapy, and that’s not even mentioning that other health issues tend to slow her healing). Because of this, getting a full time job (or really any job that requires me to go far or be away from her for a considerable amount of time) is out of the question. 

So, while I hunt and pray for a remote job I wanted to offer a few services I can do on here. Price on everything is negotiable. 

I make & sell icons here

I can edit just about anything writing wise. It was actually why I went to school, so if you’ve got a paper, or a blog post, or like even your novels for this month, that you need edited, hit me up

I can do writing commissions! 

I can also make simple theme backgrounds.

Anyways, thank you for taking the time to read this, and I hope you have a wonderful day! 

Derek…still wasn’t entirely sure why he’d been the one volunteered to show the new girl around. It seemed more something the class president should do or something. Sure, he was popular, captain of the basketball team, he had most of the same classes she did (so he’d been told anyway), but above all, he knew if he refused his mother would give him that Mom Look that made him regret his entire existence. So “student guide” he would be.

He made his way toward the front office, backpack slung over one shoulder, one hand in his pocket while the other held a note that had the new girl’s name on it. He read it over a few times before shoving it in his other pocket.

He arched a brow seeing the girl sitting outside the office. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting her to look like, but this was not it. Not that that was a bad thing. Or an important thing.

“Sumiko?” he asked as he walked up beside her, offering her a small smile.

“ Ah, yes! ” That was supposed to be a question, not an exclamation. And she didn’t mean to spring to her feet quite so suddenly, but here she was. Trying quickly to cover up her own embarrassing enthusiasm, Sumiko decided to offer the student before her a quick bow in greeting. “ The principal said that I would have a...guide of sorts. Are you Derek Hale? I am very sorry if I am impeding your class or activity schedule at all. Please let me know if I can make up for the trouble. ”

Only a moment passed before Sumi felt her face burn with embarrassment, catching the odd looks that a few passing students tossed her way. Had she done something particularly odd or embarrassing? No one was laughing, which was a relief, but there must have been a reason she was garnering so much attention. Was it her clothes? The lack of uniform had thrown her, and she didn’t have much in the way of more “casual” clothing. 

bruce wayne has attended more charity galas than he would care to even think about counting. ·over the decades prior, ·he has both gravitated toward causes as they have to him, ·appearing a man ready to throw his money at anything. ·he wouldn’t mind the charities if they did not come with the essential socializing aspect–the parties always full of sycophants and social climbers, · the high life and blissfully unaware. ·some blissfully aware, ·but so caught in their own greed that they didn’t care. ·as much as bruce likes to believe in the best of people, ·it makes him sick. ·most of the bourgeoisie of gotham city look away at the city’s misfortune, ·despite it being a foundation for their own fortunes. · charity is not the same as advocacy, ·and therein is apathy.

currently, ·he’s being as inconspicuous as possible at the periphery of the soiree, ·thoroughly exasperated and burnt out from perfunctory smiles and greetings. · despite his status as one of the top contributors to the new gotham’s children’s hospital, ·bruce has no desire to hear any forced gratitude any longer, ·though the welfare of gotham of gotham remains at the top of his concerns forever and always. ·he isn’t joined by a date or a ward for once, ·an unusual occurrence the past few years. ·clad in a dark, custom-tailored italian suit, ·he accentuates the hard lines of his form while carefully covering up scars and bruises with a high collar.·

sipping at ginger ale, ·he examines the penthouse floor–the lights, intricate and melting ice sculptures, ·forms of figures dancing the evening away. ·a non-interfering path is chosen to make his way to the bar to order another drink, craving something a touch harder than ginger ale.

the eyes of those around the bar remain on one girl, ·dark-haired and dressed in a traditional kimono. ·there’s some hushed whispers before attention is diverted, ·drowned out by music playing on speakers built into the walls. ·curious, ·bruce orders a scotch on the rocks, ·and approaches the girl with his new drink in hand, ·other hand in his pocket. ·eyes trailing over her.

“—-i like the outfit,” ·the statement seems to stumble out, ·sheepish smile appearing as he offers a hand. ·“i’m bruce wayne. ·i certainly haven’t seen you around.”

Of all the things she expected from tonight, getting a mile and a handshake from Bruce Wayne without having to pursue it herself was not one of them. For a long moment, she was stunned, and did a surreptitious glance about, in what was perhaps the fraction of a second. She couldn’t imagine what she was being approached for--while she was proud of the work she did, it was never spoken of in a setting such as this, let alone with one of the leading manufacturers of...well, just about everything.·

Perhaps he had just noticed how she stuck out like a sore thumb. The thought made her guts twist, and the telltale warmth in her cheeks that was the oft-felt Flush of Shame, as she had dubbed it, was ever-present. Did he know what the furisode signified? Perhaps he just felt bad for her. She had hardly ever heard anyone speak ill of them man without having some sort of agenda to hand that required it. Granted, in this city, that was quite common, but the mere fact that anyone was insistent about his earnestness spoke volumes.

He was, without a doubt, one of the most desired men in the city, if not the entirety of the eastern seaboard, after all. So, back to the problem at hand--why was he talking to her?

All of these thoughts rushed by in what could only be identified as a brief flicker of a moment before the usual smile painted its way across her lips, her hand coming up to grasp his in a shake. Her grip was light enough to be properly feminine, but not so limp-wristed as to imply spinelessness. She couldn’t help but notice just how small her hand was in his--in fact, the entirety of his being could easily loom above her, given the difference in their statures.·

“ Sumiko Kurokawa. ” The smile she offered was genuine, warm as her eyes met his.·“ It is a pleasure to finally have a presence to match the image. I must admit--you are considerably taller than I had imagined you to be. ”