Basically I'm intending to use this blog for just about anything. Oh... and also post some art here too, since I like drawing I do!

I love everything Tekken, Final Fantasy, Fatal Frame, Tomb Raider, Persona. And I also have Original Characters too... loads of them. And if they ever met me in the street they'd probably want to thump me because of all the stuff I put them through XD

 

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Winternet is coming

pretty sure i’ve rebageled this 20 times already but it’s just so good

Did you just say rebagled?

this is actually one of my favorite things 

rebagled

My Parents are Dead and My Sister is Disabled

congalineofdurin:

cockismybusiness:

team—wolverine:

therealbarbielifts:

eisforedna:

On May 28th, my sister, Edna, turned 31.

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Her mental age is about three years old. She loves Winnie the Pooh, Beauty & the Beast, and Sesame Street. Even though the below picture is unconvincing. 

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Edna and “Cookie.” I think she was trying to play it cool. 

My name is Jeanie. I’m Edna’s younger sister. I’m also her guardian and caregiver. 

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That’s me on the left. (Hey, you never know. After a year of writing a blog about online dating - Jeanie Does the Internet - I’ve come to learn that there are A LOT of fools on the internet.) 

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ANYWAY, I’m not “doing the internet” anymore. I’m taking care of Edna full-time, after completing my MFA in Writing for Screen & Television at USC.

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May 16, 2014. I wanted a picture. Edna wanted breakfast.

In case you’re wondering where our parents are, they’re dead. Our mom died of breast cancer when she was just 33. 

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Us with mom before she died. (Obviously.)

As for our dad, he peaced-out around the time my mom got sick. His loss - we’re awesome. 

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Here we are being awesome at the beach. Pushing a wheelchair in the sand? Not so awesome. 

In case you’re wondering “What’s wrong?” with my sister - as a stranger once asked me on the street  -  NOTHING. Yes, Edna has a rare form of epilepsy - Lennox-Gastaut syndrome - but I don’t know if that’s anymore “wrong” than people who don’t have manners. 

Basically, Edna was born “normal,” and started having seizures as a baby. They eventually got so bad that they cut off the oxygen to her brain, causing her to be mentally disabled. Or impaired. Or intellectually disabled. Or whatever you want to call it - except “retarded,” because in 2010, President Obama signed Rosa’s Law into effect, replacing that word with “intellectually impaired.” 

Which is cool and all, but services for the disabled and the people who care for them are SEVERELY LACKING. Also, there’s a bunch of people working in taxpayer-funded positions who are supposed to help families like us, but don’t. (Big surprise, I know.) They just fill out paperwork (whenever they feel like it) with asinine statements like this: 

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YUP. I transport my sister down the stairs in her wheelchair, because that is not only safe, but TOTALLY PRACTICAL. Why doesn’t everyone in a wheelchair just take the stairs, for God’s sake? Stop being so lazy, PEOPLE WITHOUT WORKING LEGS! 

But, as it says above, Edna’s legs do work. Whether or not she wants them to, is another story. 

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Edna refusing to go inside. 

These are the stairs that I have to carry her up - by myself - on a daily basis. That is, until one of my legs break and both of us are just sitting at the bottom of the stairs, helpless. 

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For six months, I have begged - BEGGED - the State of California to help my sister, which they are required by law - The Lanterman Act specifically - to do so. But they’ve told me “these things take time” and that I “need to amend my expectations.” (That was said to me when I refused to place Edna at AN ALL-MALE CARE FACILITY. Because yes, that was an “option” that was offered to me.) 

Prior to Edna moving in with me in my one-bedroom apartment, she was living with her amazing caregiver, Gaby, back in Tucson, where we went to high school and I did my undergrad. Edna’s reppin’ the Wildcats below. 

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But back in November, Gaby also died from breast cancer. (FUCK YOU, BREAST CANCER!) This picture was taken a month before she died. She never even told me she was sick because she didn’t want me to worry. 

By the way, we were raised by our grandma. Edna and her were very close.

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She’s dead, too. Surprise.

She died when I was 20 and Edna was 21. That’s when I became Edna’s legal guardian and Gaby stepped into the picture to help me out with Edna. 

So, six months ago, after Gaby died, I moved Edna to California, where I tried to get the folks over at The Frank D. Lanterman Regional Center to help me. I’ve told them I’m worried about our safety - that one of us could get hurt on the stairs -  I’ve told them I can’t afford to pay the private babysitters $15/hour because the ones social services sent me who make $9/hour were unreliable (they didn’t show up on time or at all so I could get to school and work), untrustworthy (one of them let Edna go to the bathroom in the kitchen and then took her into the bathroom because “that what I thought I was supposed to do.”) 

But the people over at the FLRC don’t return my calls, they don’t file the paperwork on time - and the first caseworker that was assigned to us actually LAUGHED AT my sister when he came to our home to evaluate her. When I reported him to his supervisor, she told me, “That’s just [insert name of said jackass].” 

He was one of the two caseworkers that contributed to the report I mentioned above, which also included this: 

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So let me get this straight - I have to feed, bathe, dress and help Edna in the bathroom and you can’t deduce whether or not she is able to vote? What in the fuck?!

Now I realize I seem angry. And you can bet your balls I am. I’m also sad. Sad for those who don’t have family to stick up from them and who waste away God knows where, monitored by no one. Or monitored by people who physically and sexually assault them

I’m also sad for the caregivers who are SO EXHAUSTED - trying to take care of their loved ones - while also trying to take care of themselves and battling a system that is supposed to help, but does nothing of the sort. And I know a lot of people give up. They let their dreams, their marriages, their friendships slide. All while trying not to resent the very person you’re doing it all for.

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Edna wanted to sit next to me the other day while I was writing. Clearly, she’s not impressed. 

Here’s the thing: I REFUSE TO GIVE UP. I’M NOT GIVING UP ON HER OR MYSELF. I’m going to pursue my dreams while taking care of her, AND while ensuring that the people paid to do their jobs ACTUALLY do them.

That’s where you come in. I need you to help me get my story out there. Because I know I’m not alone in this. I want to connect with families who are in similar situations and also show people who have no idea what it’s like to care for someone with a disability (or even a loved one who is sick) that it can be rewarding. Super fucking hard. Exhausting. Painful. Isolating. But, rewarding. 

I’m going to get help for my sister - and others. My hope is that by sharing our story, I can bring awareness to the lack of services and help for the disabled. 

Thank you, 

Jeanie 

Facebook:  facebook.com/eisforedna

Twitter: @EisforEdna 

This made me cry

SIGNAL BOOST

STOP SCROLLING. THIS PERSON ISN’T ASKING FOR MONEY AND THIS POST WON’T MAKE YOU SAD.

This is a really uplifting and inspirational story of a family sticking by each other and making things work despite a whole lot of shit

They just want to find other people in the same position they are, for a sense of community and to feel like they aren’t alone.

I know out of all of you, some of you have followers who are living with and taking care of intellectually or emotionally disabled family members, and this lovely and unbreakable pair of sisters need to find them.

SIGNAL BOOOOOOOOOST

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OMG Is that Jun?!

awkwardklutz:

There’s that part of the Tekken fandom that just…

image"Is that Jun?"

image"Is that Jun?"

image"… Is that Jun?"

image"Is that J-"

Oh wait that’s really her

vyllalala:

Hey guys! I have come across an unfortunate situation of late. I had to rush to an ER this last week and had to be put into emergency surgery for my very, very badly behaved gallbladder. What they thought would be a one hour outpatient surgery turned into three hours in surgery, and three more days in the hospital.

Point of all this, and it pains me to even ask, is I am very much in need of money. By the end of this I will have missed three weeks of work, with no compensation, and the hospital bills will be frankly, insurmountable. I’ll be paying that for years to come.

All I’m hoping for at this point is to pay my bills and perhaps get some money for the first few payments to the hospital.

If you have some money to spare, please, please, look here. If you can’t, a signal boost would be amazing.

Thank you so much for your time.

- Vylla

fullmetal-ravioli:

celesse:

yellowfur:

avianawareness:

PLEASE, PLEASE help Casey.

"Casey was left in a metal nest box for months. Her legs became splayed, and her joints are about fused. Her hips and legs will not allow her to stand or walk. Without surgery soon, she will have to be put down. She is very loving and smart. She loves to snuggle, can say several words, "I love you", "mama", "baby", and "hello". I’ve had her for 2 weeks, and cannot find funds for her to have the surgery the vet says is the only chance she has." 

If you can donate, please do! I know I am. 
This is why we want to stop breeders. If you don’t believe in puppy mills, then why would you support bird mills? Sign the petition, starting with Petco. http://bit.ly/1nhkMJP

help bird! ;_;

I have a weak spot for birds. This poor thing deserves a shot at a decent life. Plaise halp!

SIGNAL BOOST the hell out of this !!! :(

fullmetal-ravioli:

celesse:

yellowfur:

avianawareness:

PLEASE, PLEASE help Casey.

"Casey was left in a metal nest box for months. Her legs became splayed, and her joints are about fused. Her hips and legs will not allow her to stand or walk. Without surgery soon, she will have to be put down. She is very loving and smart. She loves to snuggle, can say several words, "I love you", "mama", "baby", and "hello". I’ve had her for 2 weeks, and cannot find funds for her to have the surgery the vet says is the only chance she has." 

If you can donate, please do! I know I am. 

This is why we want to stop breeders. If you don’t believe in puppy mills, then why would you support bird mills? 
Sign the petition, starting with Petco. http://bit.ly/1nhkMJP

help bird! ;_;

I have a weak spot for birds. This poor thing deserves a shot at a decent life. Plaise halp!

SIGNAL BOOST the hell out of this !!! :(

quaintrelle-dusts:

emilysachs:

This is not me. This is a story from someone I know from middle school and her post is not receiving the most positive response on Facebook. It deserves to be shared and this treatment acknowledged for what it really is.

So let’s be serious for a second guys please -

Last night around 2 a.m. my friends and I decided to take a drive around Hutchinson island, and when upon returning into Sewall’s Point we made a stop underneath the causeway. We decided to stop, listen to music, and stand outside the car. Not intoxicated, not under any substance abuse, and not in the possession of any weapons - we were having clean wholesome dumb teenage fun. Without doing anything incriminating it still was unfortunately interrupted by Officer Scott Donlon, when he drove around the causeway and approached us with his lights on. We turned down the music and waited for him to approach us outside my friends car. The lights almost made it impossible for us to see his face or communicate with him without holding my arm in front of my face.

He walks up to us and says,

"I sure as hell can’t wait to hear this story."

I took the liberty to talk for my friends, because they were visibly intimidated and frightened by this officer.

I responded,

"Honestly officer, we were on our way to the beach when we decided that it was probably too late and unsafe. We decided on our drive back to stop here and enjoy ourselves. We are good people. None of us are under the influence or intoxicated we are more than willing to take a breathalyzer if you have any suspicion that we are."

That’s when he made the most disturbing comment of all,

"Yeah because running around in your underwear -"

I couldn’t believe it, he decided that my outfit of choice constituted as underwear to him. My floral top that showed my mid-drift and my high-waisted shorts was something he was going to demean and call “underwear”?

I tried my hardest not to be rude to him, but I responded with,

"That’s extremely rude and offensive sir. I don’t think my outfit should be considered underwear."

He continued to walk around my friends car trying to be intimidating and aggressive, so I spoke again:

"Sir, are you detaining us?"

Which he responded, “Yes.”

So I said, “What for?”

"For wearing underwear."

I was fuming. I was disgusted. I was baffled. I couldn’t believe that right before my very eyes rape culture was brought to light by this officer.

Again everyone - Scott Donlon, Officer of Sewall’s Point, who’s name I asked for because I was not going to let this white old privileged male think he could demean the four of us.

Luckily another officer, rolled up to us in the middle of this, he who was much kinder and diffused the situation by saying,

"Do not try him, you need to just give him respect. You could make things so much worse for yourself."

I wanted to say,

"What!? Excuse me? It’s your job to protect us, not to make us feel like our lives are threatened because he decided that he wants to be intimidating?"

Instead I said to the other officer,

"Officer, I mean no offense, and I’m sorry if I upset him, but he told us we were being detained for wearing underwear. Look at the four of us, we may be showing our stomachs, but we’re fully clothed and that’s by no means okay."

He responded,

"Well if he says you’re being detained. You’re being detained."

We were never detained.

It was all an intimidation tactic, and because of course it wasn’t worth the fight, I apologized for MY behavior and for disrespecting HIM. I let him continue to say I was running around in my “underwear.” I continued to let him say, “If I was in a bad mood tonight, I could have got you in so much more trouble.” I continued to let him discriminate my age by saying “I don’t need some 19 year old giving me attitude thinking she knows the law better than me.” I continued to let him completely dominate the situation and degrade us.

I’m not okay with this, I’m not okay with another officer fluffing his ego because he has some fucked up authoritative mentality.

Below I’ll add the photo of the outfit I was wearing, you guys let me know if I missed out on the memo of what defines underwear now.

If you actually took the time to go through my terrible grammar and read all of this ridiculous nonsense - thank you so much thank you thankyoouuu.

cumber-porn:

abaddonadler:

punxs:

This is my friend Sam and I.
We go to a private boarding school in Lake Tahoe, California.
Sam is pan-sexual and myself, well, I am a bit confused of who I am at the moment.
Last night, our school had a formal dinner and I asked Sam to be my date a week ago, he said yes!
The night of the formal dinner, Sam asked our assistant headmaster if he could wear a dress, he said no before he had even finished the question. When Sam and I showed up to the dinner, we were holding hands and I was also holding the roses Sam had gave to me. Sam was wearing mascara and lipstick. Our assistant headmaster freaked out and told Sam if he didn’t get the makeup off, he would be in massive trouble. Sam and I went back to the room to get his makeup off and came back down. The whole night, he was telling us how bizarre and weird we were. The night ended and the morning rose. We both have our first class of Friday with our assistant headmaster. He told the both of us if our relationship went any further, he would take us behind the barn and beat us. He also told us if we were in public school, we would have our dicks chopped off by other kids. After an entire period of being teased, Sam and I got together and thought we needed to do something about this. So here I am, Julien Nicol, 15 years old, asking for your help to spread this around and have it know that California allows private schools to discriminate against people with certain sexual preferences.

Signal boost the fuck out of this.

How fucking dare he?!

cumber-porn:

abaddonadler:

punxs:

This is my friend Sam and I.

We go to a private boarding school in Lake Tahoe, California.

Sam is pan-sexual and myself, well, I am a bit confused of who I am at the moment.

Last night, our school had a formal dinner and I asked Sam to be my date a week ago, he said yes!

The night of the formal dinner, Sam asked our assistant headmaster if he could wear a dress, he said no before he had even finished the question. When Sam and I showed up to the dinner, we were holding hands and I was also holding the roses Sam had gave to me. Sam was wearing mascara and lipstick. Our assistant headmaster freaked out and told Sam if he didn’t get the makeup off, he would be in massive trouble. Sam and I went back to the room to get his makeup off and came back down. The whole night, he was telling us how bizarre and weird we were. The night ended and the morning rose. We both have our first class of Friday with our assistant headmaster. He told the both of us if our relationship went any further, he would take us behind the barn and beat us. He also told us if we were in public school, we would have our dicks chopped off by other kids. After an entire period of being teased, Sam and I got together and thought we needed to do something about this. So here I am, Julien Nicol, 15 years old, asking for your help to spread this around and have it know that California allows private schools to discriminate against people with certain sexual preferences.

Signal boost the fuck out of this.

How fucking dare he?!

where-the-wild-thing-lives:

GUYS PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST THIS. IF ANYONE HAS SEEN HER PLEASE CONTACT THE POLICE. SHE WAS LAST SEEN AT WESTMEAD STATION AND IS ONLY 14 YEARS OLD. PLEASE SHARE THIS AROUND AND HOPEFULLY WE CAN BRING HER BACK SAFE.

where-the-wild-thing-lives:

GUYS PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST THIS. IF ANYONE HAS SEEN HER PLEASE CONTACT THE POLICE. SHE WAS LAST SEEN AT WESTMEAD STATION AND IS ONLY 14 YEARS OLD. PLEASE SHARE THIS AROUND AND HOPEFULLY WE CAN BRING HER BACK SAFE.