The Director Of Cybersecurity From The Electronic Freedom Foundation Is Offering To Help Women Who Have

Hey wait a minute.

“I think we’re alone now

The beating of our hearts is the only sound”

Holy shit the foreshadowing

This is how all politicians behave, it’s just now people saw what they were saying. Keep up the fight!

the riverdale actors hating the show more than anyone else is just like the twilight dilemma all over again, history repeats itself

It’s October! You know what that means... 🎃 (via kxvo)

This is a very random post, but I just remembered this story my mother told me about her mother (my grandmother).

Basically, they were somewhere in France and they just had lunch in this cute little cafe and my grandmother went inside to pay. She wanted to pay with card because reasons, but back in the day, long long ago, paying with card wasn't really all that normal at the time, so she had to ask first.

The problem here is that my (Dutch) grandmother asked if she could pay with a

"card postale"

Which translated to Dutch literally means postal card (which is how you used to do credit card payments back in the day, apparently), but translated correctly means postcard.

So anyway, you have this annoyed feisty lady practically yelling that she would like to pay for her food with a postcard and a very confused waiter who tried to explain that you cannot pay with postcards for food and my grandfather who was just laughing real hard.

So long story short, my grandparents are fucking hilarious.

“Hey, mom?” Diego asked, peeking into the kitchen where Grace was humming, mixing a bowl of cookie dough.

“Yes, Diego?” she said without looking up.

“Um…” he stepped into the kitchen, taking a few steps towards the counter, “c-can I help make cookies?”

Grace paused, looking up with a bright smile, “Of course. I needed a pair of strong arms to help me mix this together. Why don’t you finish and I’ll prepare the pans?”

Diego walked around the counter and took her place, taking the spoon from her. He struggled a bit at first to mix together the dough before he got the hang of it.

His face was scrunched up in concentration and Grace gave him a fond smile, starting to hum again.

The cookies turned out perfect. And Diego remembered the way Grace ruffled his hair, handing him one, still warm from the oven.

“Well done, Diego.”

-

Diego felt it coming on. The panic, the tightness of the throat, the rapid beating of his heart, the overwhelming anxiousness that seemed to blanket him.

He squeezed his eyes shut, humming the familiar tune. The same one he’d heard Grace hum hundreds of times before. And he thought of that time, the delicious cookies, and how happy he was to make Grace proud.

Slowly, his anxiety faded enough for him to relax.

He missed his mom. But she would always be with him. No matter what.

IT IS VERY REAL!! ALWAYS BE AWARE.

Don’t take them off when you immediately see it. Wait until you get to a different destination bc they’re trying to distract you by getting it off then abducting you. Same thing goes if you find something on your windshield, it’s a distraction so they have time to get you.    

Ya'll ever wanna cry because the sky is so gorgeous?

Okay so you know that post you made about needing a fic where someone in the veteran's bar recognized Klaus? There's one on AO3 called we're moving the mountain by howtodrinktapwater and it's super super good.

i just read that! and Big Agree it was amazing and i’m probably gonna read it like 12 more times

thank u so much for lookin out and letting me know, tho!!! 

here’s a link if anyone else wants to read it. hopefully it inspires more similar stories!! it gave me so many ideas but also i’m not really a Writer