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‘it was a roman salute!!!!!’ ‘do you even know what a roman salute is??’ respectively? get your head out of your ass because what the fuck. you KNOW what he was doing, which was broadcasted internationally for everyone to see. a n*zi salute is what it was. praying for everyone is the usa rn x

the world is literally on fucking fire and melting and shit and tr*mp wants to back out of the paris agreement cause he thinks climate change is a hoax? how fucking stupid. currently fearing for the state of the world. crippling anxiety for the future has now officially taken a permanent residence within me :/

eeyore from winnie the pooh is absolutely 100% my spirit animal like— “laughing at my misfortune, just like a heffalump :/”

i want to try and finish at least one fic this year, so keep me in your hopes and prayers (:

happy new year lovelies!! <33

merry christmas everyone!! hope everyone is having a fabulous day x 

RIVALS SEASON TWO WHEN PLEASE

rivals is actually the first new tv show i’ve started in ages, and i’ve already re-watched too many times to count.

i’m not even living in america and i’m already scared of the repercussions of tr*mp being elected— how can a CONVICTED FELON run a nation when most convicted felons can’t even get a job???

tw // vent, mentions of death.
          
          
          
          
          having someone you’ve spent your entire life with dying is absolutely crippling. like my grandad’s always been someone i can lean on, he’s been my best friend ever since i knew what it meant. i never had any siblings until my brother was born a few years ago, and i’ve also never had very many friends, but that never bothered me really because i always knew i was never alone. my grandad’s been my rock, and always has been. my favourite thing to do when i was little was being able to stay up and watch doctor who with him, or any kind of marvel movie. i’ve lived with him since i was born, and mum and i only just moved out this year with my baby brother and step-dad and knowing he’s not just a door away has been hard enough. 
          
          i don’t know what i’ll do without him, and this feeling is absolutely terrifying.
          
          i’m also not a very touchy-feely person, so posting this is kind of hard for me, but keeping this in is too much to the point i can barely sleep, and i just can’t work up the courage to talk to anyone about it.