Curly Talks: To Anya

Don't ever hesitate. Reblog this. TUMBLR RULE. When you see it, REBLOG IT.

The original post only has US helplines. I’ve added UK helplines underneath. It would be great if people could add numbers from everywhere in the world.

Depression Hotline: 1-630-482-9696

Suicide Hotline: 1-800-784-8433

LifeLine: 1-800-273-8255

Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386

Sexuality Support: 1-800-246-7743

Eating Disorders Hotline: 1-847-831-3438

Rape and Sexual Assault: 1-800-656-4673

Grief Support: 1-650-321-5272

Runaway: 1-800-843-5200, 1-800-843-5678, 1-800-621-4000

Exhale: After Abortion Hotline/Pro-Voice: 1-866-4394253

Child Abuse: 1-800-422-4453

UK Helplines:

Samaritans (for any problem): 08457909090 e-mail jo@samaritans.org

Childline (for anyone under 18 with any problem): 08001111

Mind infoline (mental health information): 0300 123 3393 e-mail: info@mind.org.uk

Mind legal advice (for people who need mental-health related legal advice): 0300 466 6463 legal@mind.org.uk

b-eat eating disorder support: 0845 634 14 14 (only open Mon-Fri 10.30am-8.30pm and Saturday 1pm-4.30pm) e-mail: help@b-eat.co.uk

b-eat youthline (for under 25’s with eating disorders): 08456347650 (open Mon-Fri 4.30pm - 8.30pm, Saturday 1pm-4.30pm)

Cruse Bereavement Care: 08444779400 e-mail: helpline@cruse.org.uk

Frank (information and advice on drugs): 0800776600

Drinkline: 0800 9178282

Rape Crisis England & Wales: 0808 802 9999 1(open 2 - 2.30pm 7 - 9.30pm) e-mail info@rapecrisis.org.uk

Rape Crisis Scotland: 08088 01 03 02 every day, 6pm to midnight

India Self Harm Hotline: 00 08001006614

India Suicide Helpline: 022-27546669

Kids Help Phone (Canada): 1-800-668-6868, Free and available 24/7

suicide hotlines;

Argentina: 54-0223-493-0430

Australia: 13-11-14

Austria: 01-713-3374

Barbados: 429-9999

Belgium: 106

Botswana: 391-1270

Brazil: 21-233-9191

China: 852-2382-0000

(Hong Kong: 2389-2222)

Costa Rica: 606-253-5439

Croatia: 01-4833-888

Cyprus: 357-77-77-72-67

Czech Republic: 222-580-697, 476-701-908

Denmark: 70-201-201

Egypt: 762-1602

Estonia: 6-558-088

Finland: 040-5032199

France: 01-45-39-4000

Germany: 0800-181-0721

Greece: 1018

Guatemala: 502-234-1239

Holland: 0900-0767

Honduras: 504-237-3623

Hungary: 06-80-820-111

Iceland: 44-0-8457-90-90-90

Israel: 09-8892333

Italy: 06-705-4444

Japan: 3-5286-9090

Latvia: 6722-2922, 2772-2292

Malaysia: 03-756-8144

(Singapore: 1-800-221-4444)

Mexico: 525-510-2550

Netherlands: 0900-0767

New Zealand: 4-473-9739

New Guinea: 675-326-0011

Nicaragua: 505-268-6171

Norway: 47-815-33-300

Philippines: 02-896-9191

Poland: 52-70-000

Portugal: 239-72-10-10

Russia: 8-20-222-82-10

Spain: 91-459-00-50

South Africa: 0861-322-322

South Korea: 2-715-8600

Sweden: 031-711-2400

Switzerland: 143

Taiwan: 0800-788-995

Thailand: 02-249-9977

Trinidad and Tobago: 868-645-2800

Ukraine: 0487-327715

“It wouldn’t change anything” HOLY SHI

GAGGED.

SILENCED.

HUMBLED.

I LOVE MY QUEEN HELAENA

Another scene from the finale!!! Spoiler guys!!!

Everyone, this is just too important to ignore, and we could become such a great help for other human beings who are suffering and need our help at the moment. So pls keep reblogging so the news can spread around more

elementalearth123:

thegirlwiththepuffhat:

inkwell1013:

lowkeyjustvibing:

letitbefiction:

surviving-an-ocean-of-fandoms:

tinacroat:

anyarps:

i never talk about these things but i can’t remain silent.

i know tumblr doesn’t give a SHIT when things happen in countries outside the “most popular ones” (such as the usa & england). it’s true, don’t lie to me. y’all don’t give A FUCK. not every issue and problem in said countries gets the appropriate exposure but in general shit shows up on the news WORLD FREAKING  WIDE. you set up donations, you help out, your spread the word, you say “pray for x”……

southern europe is burning. 

my country is burning.

people are dying - at home, on the road, trying to run away, in their cars.

yesterday my country had 300 active fires.

people are losing EVERYTHING they own.

i have a friend that is on a train right now passing through places that have been burnt to the ground and she says the smoke is so intense it’s getting inside the train and she can barely breathe.

and yet, even though several people (myself included) have been trying to bring awareness to what has been happening in southern europe… what we get from most of you, those not part of the countries suffering, is silence. we don’t ask for money, we don’t ask for shit other than a reblog to spread awareness… something you can delete in 24/48hrs if you wish. 

i don’t know what to tell you. i’m angry. i’m frustrated. i’m disappointed. i feel like i’m screaming into the void. “a reblog does nothing” - you know that’s a damn lie, you know exposure always helps, you know people start paying attention when posts on social media become popular. my country in particular is a small one, we get ZERO exposure. y’all are only starting to figure out we even fucking exist bc of the shit we’ve been winning lately. 

but hell, if the EU doesn’t give a shit, why should some user on tumblr dot com?

again, i don’t know what to tell you so i’ll let the images speak for themselves: 

An image captured by a Nasa satellite shows a thick plume of smoke blowing southward from the Greek island of Chios over the island of Crete

Torneros de Jamuz, Spain

Duca, Croatia

A helicopter from Italy’s civil protection service drops water on a fire near the railway between Venice and Trieste

Residents take refuge on the beach as a wildfire burns on the mountain next to the village of Lithi, on the Greek island of Chios

Men gather cattle during a forest fire in Vieira de Leiria, Marinha Grande, Portugal.

Charred trees are seen on the hills above the Cloister of Thivaidas on Mount Athos, a World Heritage Site in Greece

Portugal

This is fucking important. I am glad someone fucking spoke about this and said what they had to say. The damage is terrible, and all the evergreen, stone, even the ground is black. I was fucking terrified when Croatia was burning. The fire was near a village where I like and I thought it will burn down. I thought the church will burn down. I thought the cemetery where my grandpa is buried will burn. I still remember the smell of smoke, and when I went to check how bad is fire, my clothes and hair and skin all stunk of smoke. It didn’t go away for weeks.

This is NASA’s picture of Croatia and Montenegro burning. My fucking country was burning. Fucking reblog this. I don’t care that it isn’t UK or US, or that it doesn’t go with your blog, fucking. Reblog. It.

Not my blog type, I dont care.

Reblog for awareness. Do it.

@thegrinningkitten @trialoftheguilty-comic @the-bad-sanses @thewastedwaffle @thewastedwaffle @theundertalehuman @idonthavefronds @kit-kit-kat @the-star-sansess @lights-camera-stagefright @smol-lightning-bug @undertaleau-headcanons @enosstart @incorrect-ibvs-quotes @smol-spook-owo @starlypenguins @laurarose1701 @bellkim27 @definitely-a-living-human @smol-spook-owo @joyfultimetravelbanana @joyfultimetravelbanana2222 @aurellia404 @onebizarrekai @ds-and-ibvs-nerdo @horrordustislife @outcode-crossing @undertalethingems @dryemiddi @skumhuu @bung0us @ask-dreamswap @beruu14 @jmv-au @biggest-gaudiest-patronuses @pukicho 

Boost this or so help me

I don’t care if this “Doesn’t fit your blog theme” or “You don’t think people will notice if you reblog it”

I

Don’t

Care

If you don’t reblog this, that’s a conscious decision to ignore that people are suffering.

And one last thing

TAG EVERY SINGLE BLOG YOU KNOW

I don’t care if you don’t think you’re big enough for them to notice you or you’re worried about bothering them, you do it regardless! I nearly had a panic attack tagging some of the bigger blogs I know of because I’m practically invisible in term of popularity but I still tagged them because it’s worth me being anxious if it means someone gets help.

So unless you don’t care about people dying and suffering, then reblog this and be a decent human being.

I know my blog isn’t for this but this effects everyone to some extent. I have tagged literally everyone I follow. Please reblog and spread the word.

@oz-universe @maybeishouldwritesomething @schpog-art @commodorecliche @racketghost @princip1914 @mochacoffee @enraged-chihuahua @assiraphales @dear-ao3 @yet-another-autistic-blog @wow-lookit-all-the-fandoms @notegender @noahhasnousername @feministism @kit-kat57 @sheralazarus @neferneferuaten-nefertiti1342 @crowleytweets @localautisticgirl-blog @amethystpagan @incorrect-ineffable @axtistix @adult-female-with-aspergers @proudautisticgirl @timaeusmechanized @soaptears @elvmoe @crimson-chains @wordtotherose @cccrystalclear @auti-things @aluxray97 @autistic-noodle @eamikkir @gemennair @themoonmothwrites @professorflowers @book-limerence @thegirlwiththepuffhat @lagriffedemaho @autist-tips @turnipot @lettheseabirdscry @doodlesoffandomsandtrash @ademonwithinternet @scriptautistic @imaveryspookygirl @pink-imagines @moonstonemoonlight @demi-chen @bennyssewingblog @carlydraws @kinda-ok-ish @autie-biographical @drawingpkmneveryday @adhd-alien @finley-myself @birendrabhatta @amoxtlaltli @enelica @writingwithcolor @tweedfeather @wahoo-shem @innerdestinypuppy @servantserah @this-familiar-song

@official-spookifers-child @x-pan-nicked-pansexual-x @pluto-is-real @genderkwerfirebird @ademonwithinternet @a-bastard-to-be-worth-knowing @magnetothemagnificent @eating-sunshine @enbies-and-felonies @depressedstressedlemonzest @dedmemehehe @smolanxiouscatvoid @moldyapplecore @ineffablyferal @ineffably-soft @ineffable-yikes @queenomens @saoirse-1887 @sky-full-of-fantasy @whispsofwind @cuips-not-cute @thorneedsahug @therealbeesechurger @miyameowmura hhhh Guys I can’t remember more names at the moment but BOOST THIS AND HELP OUT IF YOU CAN

I am going to tag EVERY ONE OF MY FOLLOWERS and i better see all of you reblog this

@blackfire-umbreon @ask-vibing-indiana @spoopy-rayvynnnox @adakiasarrowood @imaveryspookygirl @violetjam-rosebud @lucienmorn @rashmeetkaursokhi @an-entity-with-caring-omens @hotdogsandpopcorn @cyberhonk @decemberrains @hyper-girl-with-simp-tendencies @terrible-vices @arun-ahsan-creation @i-write-fanfics-sometimes @one-sexy-fucking-toucan @thatguy-2357 @spiritualhealerhelpers @greek-mythographer @djaderbeans @septicake @triggerwarnings @kendall-engel @troubledpan @overworkedpumpkin @thehugwizard @askrosemarymckneal @smol-spook-owo @chaotic-weeb-energy @breakfast-deadman @the-sensitive-thing-with-slides @hanta-sero-anon @1246114 @smolanxiouscatvoid @def-not-a-bottom @sexymanmunber1 @boriquakingjose @ravenbane13 @heysunshineluv 

@shadystrangerenemy, @andrewwolfendenportfolio, @irish-witch, @thenerdypanda, @original-spoopy-cloud, @bloodknifeblood, @crazy-emo-bitch, @brxnnrvnna, @novahoeposts2004, @ungravey, @percywasherelol, @kaldicuct, @bopping-in-the-abyss, @breakfast-deadman, @themothatethebutterfly, @that-tea-fucker, @stuck-in-limbo-with-a-lost-soul, @thedevilseyes, @3xxx, @angelinaskylove, @wolfie979, @smolanxiouscatvoid, @fadinghideoutobject, @gemstones-and-flowers, @little-crow-corvere, @ravenclawprincess2007, @chaotic-evil-goat, @apatheticlogic-internet, @chaotic-seductress, @soullessbutsenile, @rashmeetkaursokhi, @winterrose42, @nastienhka, @flowersonmondaymornings, @wordsaremylife, @wendypetersnevergrowsup, @eating-sunshine, @disaster-j, @gaymoods, @1dsoul1, @bloooop-p, @trippinphilosophically, @bloodycupcakes, @lucieeblackthorn, @astray-as-a-cat, @notjustamumj, @floweringpopcat, @thanatos-is-here, @elmoxbigbird, @becausewhatiam-iswhatimnot, @moon–bug, @iamactuallya-cat, @paranoid–introvert, @augustdieshemust, @13-taylor-swift, @fanvergentinanexistentialcrisis, @full-overlooking-of-facts, @cipher-dorito, @lucienmorn, @overworkedpumpkin, @head-over-heart, @calcifina, @chesters-unhinged-pringles, @furious-heart-collector, @dipseysparkleflower, @stars-triumphant, @theemogirl, @randomthingssss, @cleverclove, @ooh-what-is-this, @tragedy-of-sorts, @namelesshuman13, @inannamorningstar, @ichigoherondale, @gatochick, @hils79, @talia-lightwood, @megs-readstoomuch, @n0t-a-simp, @heartsyhawk, @hercngraystairs, @sherlocktheholmeswrites, @lucian-evander, @raeann547, @marvel-vs-dc, @theoneindenial, @beautifulsoulnight, @constant-state-of-self-discovery, @genzfanfix, @falloutgirl789-blog-blog-blog, @dumdumyoongi, @one-sexy-fucking-toucan, @flowerchild338, @hmmm-what-am-i-doing, @frenchbaugette, @im-a-dragon-cawcaw, @the-fire-is-shooting-at-us, @irascible-glass-chicken, @certifiedcoolkidno1, @enbies-and-felonies, @ghalind, @joanathedummy, @definitely-a-living-human, @wickizer, @onegiant-dorito, @textrovert-01, @unicornbabylover, @skittleph, @chaitealattebabie, @the-ghoul-that-haunts-your-mind, @thingsveraloves, @littletcup, @sarcasticmalecfan, @kit-12, @inhalcyonity

Spread the word, please.

Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

I know it’s not hard to point out reactionaries hypocrisy when it comes to like safe spaces or hug boxes or whatever but genuinely how much of an echo chamber do you have to exist in for you to think this is a reasonable thing to say

a call to arms. part one.

— pairing: jacaerys velaryon x dragonseed!reader

— type: part of a series

— summary: desperate to provide aid to your starving family due to the blockade, you venture, along with a great many other lowborns, to dragonstone, in hopes of gaining something—anything—which you might bring back to them; something to fill your little sister's belly.

things turn out quite the opposite as planned, as what you now believe to be a mad queen, locks all of you in her dragonpit, and you're forced to run, hide, & fend for your lives against two hungry dragons.

in the end, only two individuals are left standing: hugh hammer, who has now claimed for himself vermithor...and you—chosen by silverwing.

just when you believe things can't possibly get any worse, you then meet prince jacaerys.

— word count: 1,674

— a/n: do i have a fuck-ton of other fics & stuff to work on? idk, bc we are not going to talk about it. ok? <3

— tagging list: @tvangelism @aemondwhoresworld @emilynissangtr

He grinds his teeth together, filled with utter contempt—disgust—that whatever you are—bastards, lowborns, flea-ridden rats—are now, above all else, dragonriders.

And he is meant to share common spaces with you now? Such as the Great Hall? Meant to pass you in the halls and tolerate the sight of you?

To ride alongside you?

To treat you with...what? Kindness? Generosity for having 'come to his mother's aid'? He will most certainly not be treating, nor addressing you as an equal. Either of you.

To be a dragonrider...it is a sacred bond. And now he is meant to believe that even the lowest scum Flea Bottom has to offer has the same right as he to sail the skies, unleashing fire and blood upon the enemy?

Never.

He will never.

The rest of them got what they deserved for thinking they had any right to claim that which is meant only for those like him.

Queens and kings, princes and princesses, lords and ladies alike.

He is better than both of you.

Even if he is similar in ways he does not want to admit...

Boots echo against stone floors, dark curls falling over dark eyes, a brooding temperament within.

Jacaerys emerges into the Great Hall, Hugh promptly rising from his seat, bowing his head. "My Prince."

Jacaerys studies him for but a moment, briefly judging the plain-colored clothes he dons, before turning his sights across the room to you, who is seated between two stained-glass windows, arms wrapped around your bent knees, while you cast your attentions outward, instead of on him.

Your Prince.

Your superior.

He clenches his jaw at the sight of your long, silver hair that moonlight casts in an ethereal glow, making it appear as if it is sparkling. Cascading down your back like molten silver in soft waves.

"You there—girl—do you know how incredibly rude it is for you not to stand and curtsy when in the presence of royalty?"

You jolt—torn from tormented memories of but a couple days past; of people running, screaming for mercy. Dying choking on their own blood as dragonfire burns them alive.

None of you had anticipated—had imagined—that the very queen you were coming to, under the guise of offering your aid to in the war, would lock you in a room to be eaten by terrifying beasts.

Aegon deserves the throne in comparison to such a monster.

You have made a great mistake, mayhaps. Then again, becoming a dragonrider has already filled your belly, provided you with clean sheets to sleep upon, a guard outside your door, hot baths.

But it is not you who needs these things. You want them for your family.

There is no turning back now, however. You knew as much with certainty when that silver dragon laid her head at your feet before leaning forward, brushing her warm snout against your abdomen while you struggled to contain your bladder and bowels. While you sobbed hysterically, begging for mercy from a being that you do not so much as share a common language with.

You know not a word of High Valyrian, though you will now be expected to learn, you suppose.

Among many other things. Such as how to ride the animal...

Your stomach twists nervously at the thought.

You turn away from the window, slide off the ledge, then grab your skirts in either of your hands before tucking a foot behind your other ankle, bowing. "My Prince."

He scoffs, coming closer. "That was the worst curtsy I've ever seen."

You fold your hands in front of you, keeping your eyes downcast. "Forgive me, My Prince, it is...the first time I've attempted one."

He rolls his eyes, settling his arms behind his back before glancing over his shoulder to Hugh, jerking his head toward the hall he's just come from, and he quickly makes himself scarce.

He looks back to you.

"And what is your name?" He demands.

"Y/N," you state quietly.

A muscle in his jaw feathers. "You are to look at me while we're speaking. Do you understand?"

You nod, trailing your eyes upwards—over a red-and-black velvet tunic, the three-headed symbol of his house embroidered upon the breast—until they're looking into hues of chocolate-brown.

He clenches his hands into tight fists behind his back.

You've every trademark of a pure Targaryen: silver hair, lilac eyes—with flecks of violet—skin so fair it's near-translucent, delicate features.

He fucking loathes you for every asset which you possess and he does not.

He would never—will never—state it aloud, but you look far more Targaryen than he ever will.

He wishes one of the dragons had taken you down its gullet as well. That way, he would not be forced to suffer the nigh-daily sight of you now.

He looks you over, circling you like a dragon does its prey—desperate to find something he may use to mock you with; some imperfection—before standing tall before you again.

"You think wearing rags before your Queen's court appropriate?"

Your expression quickly settles into a scowl.

Good, he thinks. Give him an excuse to introduce you to the Queen's justice. He is silently begging you for as much within his malice-filled gaze.

Your small hands clench into fists at your slender sides. "My mother made this dress for me."

His jaw ticks. "From now on, you will wear more suitable clothing when outside your private chambers—which means conservative in nature; not whatever men found desirable upon the Street of Silk. You are a representative of our house now. A dragonrider. A soldier to our cause. You will look the part."

Tears sting your eyes as yours bore into his own hatefully.

"I am not a whore," you reply contemptuously.

There is a beat of silence, his brows furrowing slightly. Surely you are lying. You have the look—more than.

And then you continue.

"And with what coin, My Prince?" You sneer.

He takes a step closer, causing you to shuffle backward, catching yourself against the window-ledge, the stone digging into your palms as you grip it to steady yourself.

He leans in close—your faces mere inches apart. "I beg your pardon?"

You do not shrink away from him.

Gods, you already hate him with all that you are.

"I came here for coin. Desperate for—"

"So greed is what sent you? Not to aid us in winning back my mother's throne? Her rightful seat. You come to steal away a dragon, and then what?"

"My family is starving!" You finally shout, at the end of your rope from the last few sleepless nights that've been filled with nightmares instead of rest; your temper having reached its limit. "My mother and little sister both! How would you feel if it were you? If your loved-ones were suffering, while all you could do is sit back and watch them waste away before you? So, yes, I came. I claimed a dragon—even if my intentions had only been merely to host audience with a clement queen who would provide aid to her suffering subjects. Not burn them alive for coming to help her!"

He grits his teeth. "You will watch your tongue, you insolent little wench. My mother sent boat-fulls of food to King's Landing. She has provided—"

You begin to laugh, with a lack of humor behind it all, cutting him off. "Oh, yes, how very kind of her to give aid to the very subjects she is responsible for the suffering of in the first place. The blockade is all your all's fault! People were fighting like dogs in the streets—assaulting—killing each other for a small sack of grain! I risked mine own life for a peck of potatoes! That's it! Even then, I was forced to wrestle a full-grown man off myself to get it. I was fortunate to escape with my life—with any food to speak of for my struggles!"

You step forward, forcing his royal highness to take a step back, and he swallows thickly.

"You've never known hunger a day in your life, have you? Never known what is it to wear 'rags' while you don your silk and velvet, while you sleep on thousand-thread count sheets, while you flout your jewels, and your fancy titles, and your gilded castles while the rest of us bow and scrape before your feet for a mere morsel of respect! You are meant to take care of us!"

Once you've finished, your heart pounds in your ears, your shoulders rapidly rise and fall, and it's then that you notice Prince Jacaerys' hand is tightly gripping the pommel of his sword—his knuckles having now gone white from the force.

Your eyes flit back to his, tears filling your own. "And I am meant to one day call you king, given we are 'successful' in our endeavors to win your mother back her glorified chair," you say, spitting the final word at him.

The two of you stand tall before the other, refusing to be the first one to break—your chins held high, even if your stomach is now twisting painfully into knots while your bowels turn to water.

If he puts you to death for your unimaginable disobedience—your disrespect...who will help your family then?

Your little sister... Your little girl.

She became as much when your mother went away in herself after your father's passing. It did not matter that you were still a mere child yourself when it happened. She became your responsibility to look after and tend to from that day forward.

And now...you feel as if you have failed her.

"Go to your room," he orders lowly, his body shaking from anger, brief pauses between each word.

You curtsy one last time.

"My Prince," you mumble, brushing past him, wanting to break something.

He stalks off in the opposite direction, feeling much the same: wanting to burn something—or, rather, someone—alive.

I don't know much about Friday Night Fever but Taki is amazing, and this is canon according to the creator.

HEARTSTOPPER (2022-) | S03E06 'Body'