Flowers And Peeb

OMG YES

THIS MOVIE

IS VERY

IMPORTANT

TO ME

Hey guys!

So, I’m not sure if everyone knows, but Pamela Horton, (this badass sweetheart who played Celine in WKM)

Has recently been going through some struggles with her health, that you can find out more about

Here https://youtu.be/7OwvMpQXBt0

And

Here https://youtu.be/kduKh92BbfE

She’s suffering post-op complications and has been admitted to hospital to figure out what exactly is going on, but nothing has been conclusive yet. It’s been a really tough road.

It would be so lovely if we could all send out some love and good vibes for her right now. I’d be endlessly grateful if we could all Tweet her some love/fanart/pet pics/happy things at PamelaHorton13 on Twitter with the hashtag #LoveforPam so she can go through everything easier later.

I always wondered why the nighttime brought out the worst in me.

My abusive mother just told me that she “accidentally” threw away my passport when she was spring cleaning.

Guys, I’m supposed to be travelling overseas on January 10 to reconnect with my dad and discuss the possibility of him supporting me. After struggling to survive for months, this was supposed to be my chance at finally getting financial support.

But now I’m absolutely devastated. My mother will stop at nothing to keep me financially screwed and relying on food banks to live.

I MAY be able to get a new passport in time, but I would have to pay so many fees. $277 for a new one and $183 for it to be processed quickly.

if you can, maybe donate a few bucks to help me at http://paypal.me/gracchas ?

I KNOW THIS ISN’T THE MOST URGENT THING BUT I CANNOT EXPRESS HOW MUCH THIS TRIP MEANS TO ME. I HAVEN’T SEEN MY FATHER IN YEARS. I WANT HAVE A CHANCE TO SEE HIM FOR YEARS AFTER THIS BECAUSE THIS WAS A ONE-TIME ONLY DEAL. I CAN’T LET MY MOTHER DO THIS TO ME.

PLEASE HELP AND REBLOG IF YOU CAN

-One day you decided “Hey, since I’m stuck inside all the time maybe I should go have a beach-day!”

-Packing your bag full of sunscreen, a towel, etc., you hear the news.

- “This just end, a merman has been spotted near LA Beach, news officials are on their way now to see if they could catch a glimpse of what kind of creature is lurking beneath the waves of our–” before she could say more, you turn it off. “No more bullshit until I come back, TV!” you yelled, finishing packing and heading for the door.

- Arriving at the beach, you see the news crew with their cameras pointed at the ocean, a few people gathering behind them to see. 

- “People are crazy..” you mumble, continuing your drive. Finally finding a spot where no one is talking about this “mermaid” or trying to catch videos of this “thing”, you spread out your towel, apply sunscreen, and set up the umbrella

-After an hour, you hear a splash. “What the hell, I thought I got a quiet place to relax??!” you told yourself, sitting up.

-As you sat up, what you saw…..let’s just say you looked as if your eye sockets were about to pop.

-”N..N-no way….” you mumbled, the human-tailed thing turning around and looking straight at you. 

- “Please don’t tell me you’re with that news crew..?” he questioned what he said, “No…no I’m not…” answering him back. He sighed with relief, “I’m Tyler”

-”Y/n, nice to meet you….so um…” You didn’t know what to say. ‘What do you even say to someone who’s probably not even from this earth? or what if they are? Do they talk to fish underneath the water? What do they do underwater??’ You asked yourself, unsure of what to ask first.

-”Don’t sweat it, you don’t have to say anything!” He smiled, damn that gorgeous fucking smile…

-”So it’s obviously not safe here…where were you thinking of going?” You asked, he just shrugged his shoulders and looked across the ocean.

-”Maybe you could come with me” the words just slipped out of your mouth. “I-I mean you probably wouldn’t even like it but I have a pool but still—” “sure, anything to get away from these….idiotic people” he turned to you. 

 Now how do you get him in the car without him dying in the back seat??

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• Being racist is a problem. • Being white is not.

• Being sexist is a problem. • Being a man is not.

• Being transphobic is a problem. • Being cis is not.

““Mark!’ I called out to my childhood friend, “come here!!”   “Coming!!” he yelled back, I could hear him walking towards the room.

Opening the door, he looked at me, then the book in my hand. Immediately a huge smile forms on his face. “Is that…..—” “The yearbook I had from when we were 7? Yep!’ I hummed, scooting over and patting the place right next to me.

 As he sat down, I opened the book, there in bold letters were “FOR Y/N, DO NOT TOUCH!” Letting out a giggle, I flipped to the next page.

 “Oh my god!!” I exclaimed, pointing to little 1-year-old me. “Haha, you look so cute I cold just pinch those little baby cheeks!!” Mark says, we share a laugh. 

We start flipping through the pages, “Hey Mark, that’s us…” I stare at the picture of 7-year old Mark and I. The first day we met, it was December Sixteenth, you could see the snow slowly starting to cover the lens. In the back, snow slowly poured onto us as we smiled for the picture. “God I miss those days.” “Let’s keep going, don’t get so sad just yet!” Mark put on a smile.

 We flipped through so many pages, like when we were 16! There was a printed-out selfie. we were going through a “rebellious-phase” and that’s when we both snuck out together to go explore the city. That was amazing, seeing the cafe and exploring the underground subway. It’s where we had our first kiss.

 There was another, we were 18 and He had just turned 19. He was blowing out candles on a cupcake as I clapped in the background. His mom and dad were next to him, and all his friends were all surrounding him. That was pretty cool, too.

“Well…that’s the end of the book…” I said, closing it. “What do we do now?”

 “How about we be the 18 year olds we were back then?”

And so, we built a pillow fort and read horror stories. In the end, I ended up falling asleep and so did he. As I drifted off, he said something that’ll be stuck in my mind for a while. “Y/N, I love you. I love you so much, beyond anything in the entire world. I’d do anything for you, sleep well.”