Police Are Worse Than Fucking Useless.

Irish, Scottish, and other colonized people watching the British news feed today.

Seriously though…

lol some Miami firefighter got suspended for texting this

Hey It's Indigenous History Month

Donate to a good cause if you can, or boost if you can't?

First Nations Development Institute (these guys do everything: a program to provide training and assistance to Native farmers and ranchers who are just starting out; a Native language immersion program to fight language loss; and finally, the Western covid 19 response grant)

Indigenous Women Rising Abortion Fund (btw they're trans friendly, it's open to all indigenous people in the US and Canada)

Quileute Move To Higher Ground Fund (global warming is going to drown their community)

The Native American Rights Fund (a legal nonprofit fighting for the maintenance and advancement of Native Rights, including preservation of ancient hunting and fishing traditions, helping tribes obtain federal recognition, voting rights, and the reclamation of stolen artifacts)

The Redhawk Native American Arts Council (really amazing organization that aims to preserve and uplift Native culture through their art, educate the public on Native history, and producing four of the largest Native culture celebrations in the country)

American Indian College Fund (each year, over 4,000 Indigenous families are directly financially supported through scholarships; only 14.5 of Native adults hold college degrees, and AICF aims to correct this unacceptable tragedy)

AISES (a non-profit supporting lifelong education in and passion for STEM fields in Native communities, beginning in pre-K and carrying on through adulthood)

His little Mate

Summary: An odd girl, Silver's somehow different than anyone else in Derry, and her life's about to get much more complicated. With children going missing, bullies in every corner and new friends, she'll have to gather enough courage to survive the summer that's coming, and the choice that must be made, if not by her then by another. Rating may change later. Also struggled to pick the genre.

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Chapter 1

Footsteps and laughter echoed in the Denbrough home as seven year old George Denbrough ran into his older brother's room. It was absolutely pouring down and Bill was sick with the flu, but he'd promised to make Georgie a boat he could take outside and play with. Georgie's face had lit up and he nodded with a large grin, staring out of the window and into the distance as Bill made the boat with some paper from his notebook, old newspaper and some tape. He could hear the crinkling of the paper as it was folded again and again until at last, there it was. Bill grabbed a thick black pen and wrote S S Georgie on the side. "Now, g-go t-t-to t-the cellar a-a-and get m-me the p-p-paraffin w-wax."

"What's that?"

"I-it will a-a-allow t-the boat t-to f-float."

"Okay." He rushed obediently to get the wax, eager to get going. He passed his mother in the lounge. She was playing the piano. Georgie was careful not to disturb her, creeping past the doorway and down the cellar. The wax was on the shelf just as Billy said it was, but something was...off. Georgie hated the cellar. It was large and dark - the perfect place for monsters to hide in, which was ridiculous because both his parents and more importantly, Bill and Silver, said there were no such things as monsters. No such thing as monsters. It was something he kept reminding himself of. Yet, as he picked up the wax, there was a noise that made him almost jump out of his skin, his heart racing in his chest. He spun around, his torch shaking in his hand as he tried to find the source - a pair of glowing lights staring at him in the dark. His eyes widened in fear, but he stayed where he was, his free hand going for the light switch. The light turned on, his shoulders slumped in relief at the sight of the "glowing lights", which were nothing but two torches lying side by side on the shelf.

He giggled and ran up the stairs, walkie talkie in one hand and the wax in the other. He had to put one down in order to turn off the light and shut the door, picking it back up after and running back to Bill. It never occurred to Georgie that the two torches couldn't have possibly been responsible for the glowing lights in the Cellar, as they were both off at the time. If it had, his fear would have returned and he probably would have questioned it further. It only took about five more minutes to finish the boat, grab his bright yellow raincoat and green wellies and rush out of the door. Rain pelted down on him as he stopped at the end of the driveway and turned to wave to his brother in the top window. "Bye, Billy!" He didn't bother to respond when he heard Bill's voice on the walkie talkie, warning him to be careful. It was slowly getting dark, it was pouring down and there was not another soul in sight, but Georgie didn't mind as he placed his boat down in the water next to the curb and began chasing after it in glee. If Bill Denbrough knew that was the last thing Georgie would ever say to him, and the last time he ever saw his brother, he would have done something, anything.

But he didn't. And Bill Denbrough never saw his brother again.

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For being October, the weather wasn't as cold as you would have expected. It was just raining. Georgie laughed loudly, jumping in puddles as he ran down his street onto Witcham Street. The boat was yards in front of him. Georgie was so busy keeping an eye on it that he forgot to keep an eye on where he was going. He slammed into one of the road signs with a loud "Oof!", landing on his back. Unfortunately, this allowed the boat to pull even more ahead, something he noticed. He shot to his feet, running faster than before. But the water was running too fast, and his boat ended up going down one of the storm drains. "NO!" He lunged at the boat but missed by a few seconds. "No." He crouched down, uncaring whether he got his clothes soaking wet or not, and peered in despite knowing it was a lost cause. "Bill's gonna kill me."

Georgie switched positions so he was on his hands and knees and ducked his head a little more. But it was dark; too dark too see anything. It didn't help that the water going into the drain sounded almost like a hollow waterfall. He was about to leave when a pair of amber eyes opened suddenly and stared straight at him. He screamed, jerking back.

"Hiya, Georgie."

The voice was sweet, soft and somewhat high pitched, yet he had a feeling it came from a male rather than a female. The voice moved closer to him until he was able to see who - or rather, what, it was. It was a man dressed as a clown. He couldn't make out all of the clown's features but he noticed it was chalk white with rather plump cherry lips and a painted red nose instead of one of those stupid red noses clowns usually used and a ruffled costume.

Hold on, I thought they were amber. I'm sure they were amber a moment ago. 

But who the hell has amber eyes? And yet, the eyes Georgie swore were amber moments ago, were a bright sky blue - the same colour as his mother's. In his white gloved hand, he held up Georgie's paper boat. What was a clown doing in the sewers?

"What a nice boat. Do you want it back?"

"Um, yes please."

"You look like a nice boy," he whispered. "I bet you have a lot of friends."

"Three, but my brother's my best, best."

"Where is he?"

The question revealed the clowns two rabbit like teeth that Georgie thought was kind of adorable.

"In bed, sick."

Good. That makes things easier.

"And I have a sister. She's older than us." 

Well, she's not really my sister, but close enough. 

"Her name's Silver because of her silver hair. But some call her the silver dragon because she can be fierce and terrifying sometimes. She says dragons are territorial. They're supposed to be possessive and protective over their things - things they claim as their treasure. That's why my brother and his friends call her the silver dragon. She also said you don't have to be blood family to be family. You may not be able to choose your blood family, but you can damn well pick the family you choose to have around you."

"That's very wise of her. Very wise indeed."

"I know. She very smart."

"And where is she?"

"Um, I don't know. She's probably at home if she hasn't had a craving and gone to the store to fix it. She get's craving all the time. I remember she once said something about them being bad, but if she were pregnant, they'd be a lot worse."

"And is she?"

"Is she what?"

"Pregnant? I could give her a present to welcome the new baby. I could give her a balloon. Do you want a balloon too, Georgie?"

"She's not pregnant. She's only a teenager. She's too young for that stuff. Everyone else says so. And I'm not supposed to take stuff from strangers."

"Oh, well, I'm Pennywise the dancing clown," bells jingled as he jerked his head abruptly at the word 'dancing'. "Pennywise, yes, meet Georgie. Georgie meet Pennywise." His hand pointed between the two of them upon introductions. Georgie let out a soft laugh. "Now we aren't strangers, are we?"

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Georgie knew something was wrong. But he let it go because this clown was funny and friendly, and there was no danger as far as he could see. He barely heard the door of the house in front of him, open. He didn't see the old woman come out, pulling the blinds up. But she noticed him. She pulled her coat tighter around her and ran back inside. "What are you doing in the sewer?"

"The storm blew me away. Blew the whole circus away," he chuckled with a grin. His grin faded as he regarded him with a slightly more series expression. Even more of the clowns face was revealed enough for Georgie to see the two red painted lines going from either side of the end of his top lip to underneath his eyes. His teeth were too large because he was drooling badly. "Can you smell the Circus, Georgie?" Now that he thought about it, he could smell something. And he swore he heard voices of children softly singing. "There's peanuts...cotton candy...hot dogs aaaaand...?"

"Popcorn?"

"Popcorn! Is that your favourite?"

"Uh huh."

"Mine too," Pennywise laughed, his grin returning, "because they pop. Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!"

Georgie laughed joining in until he suddenly stopped. Georgie did too. Pennywise stared at him with such intensity, it made Georgie uncomfortable. He needed to get home anyway; the rain wasn't letting up anytime soon and his family would no doubt be worried about him by now, and he didn't want to get sick like Bill. They'd want him home, and truthfully, Georgie had enough with playing outside. He was cold, tired and soaking wet. All he wanted to do now was go home, get dry and changed and maybe have something to eat. It must be close to dinner time by now anyway. It was the perfect excuse to leave. "I should get going now."

"Oh, without your boat?" 

He once again held up Bill's boat. But this time, Georgie was hesitant. The bad feeling from earlier was back and it was growing stronger every second. Then he remembered what Silver once told him.

Always trust your instincts. They'll never steer you wrong. If you have a bad feeling, it's because something's wrong and your instincts are trying to warn you. Don't ever ignore it.

The clown obviously noticed his uncertainty, because his next words were the reason Georgie made the biggest mistake of his life. A mistake in which he dearly regretted making, having wished in the next few minutes that he had listened to Silver's warning instead. But he didn't.

"You don't wanna lose it, Georgie. Bill's gonna kill you."

He has a point. I don't want Billy to kill me or get angry for losing it.

Pennywise's mouth twitched upwards- something Georgie failed to notice and he stared thoughtfully at his boat. "Here. Take it," Pennywise offered, emphasizing the word 'it'. "When Georgie didn't immediately go for it, he tilted his head and said, "Take it, Georgie." His hand rose a little, and Georgie found himself getting closer. The boat was just inside the drain - close enough to reach out and quickly pluck. But Georgie didn't want to be rude, so he reached in instead. He had almost got it when Pennywise pulled his hand back, forcing him to shuffle forward more so his hand could reach even further.

If Georgie had listened to Silver or if he had been focusing on the clown's face, he would have realised the wrong feeling was because of It. Unfortunately, he was so focused on getting his boat back, he never noticed the clowns eyes turning from blue to amber, indicating his earlier thoughts about It were in fact, correct. Once he was close enough, he grabbed Georgie by the wrist, his buck teeth transforming from something cute and adorable to anyone's worst nightmare. Rows or incredible sharp teeth that reminded Georgie of a Dinosaur or a Dragon, grew, and he opened his mouth wide - wider than possible- and bit down on his arm. Georgie let out a loud scream as he instinctively fought against his attacker. Whether it let him go or not, didn't matter. White hot pain shot through his arm and through the rest of his body. Georgie found himself on his stomach not far from the storm drain. At first, he was relieved, but when he looked down at his arm, it was gone. Blood poured out of the wound, mixing with the rain as he tried crawling away. Shock hadn't yet settle in, his wound and the agony crippled him enough that he couldn't just get up and run, giving that thing the advantage.

Unseen by him, a gloved hand crept out of the drain, stretching to an impossible length and grabbed him by the ankle. Georgie felt himself being pulled and knew it was that thing. Terror gripped him tight as he tried and failed to find anything to hold onto. He gave one final cry of, "SILVER!" before he was pulled down the drain. He missed the woman from before, rushing out after hearing his screams, only to see blood and water but no child. The only thing he knew upon being dragged down was yet more agony then nothing.

Georgie Denbrough's last thought, besides wishing either Silver or Bill were there to save him, was that Silver was wrong; monsters were in fact, real.

Love hurts

You were a hunter who tended to expect the unexpected but even you didn't expect to see him after all this time. Castiel. You met Castiel years ago after Sam and Dean introduced you to each other and you had hit off right away. It was a while before the Angel admitted feeling something for you. You were together for a while before he ended it. You remember being devastated and hurt beyond repair as he told you he didn't want to be with you anymore, that it was interfering with his mission - you were interfering with his mission. It was totally unexpected so you hadn't been prepared for it. The hurt on your face must have shown because his eyes instinctively softened and he reached out to you but you ducked away from his touch and ran away. You hadn't seen him since. You never went back. You just left without a word, ditching your phones and cards so you couldn't be traced. You stopped praying and hunted alone. It happened at a bar. At first, you refused to date, refused to sleep with anyone else but over time you realized you couldn't put your life on hold anymore. Your relationship was over and you owed him nothing. You were free to do whatever or whoever you wanted. So you did. You always made sure it was only physical when you were with someone. When you arrived at the bar, you didn't bother to look around, choosing instead to walk up to the bar. The man behind the bar smiled. "What will it be sweetheart?" You smiled back. "Double vodka, please." The man turned his back to you to prepare your drink. "Comin right up." You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around to see who it was. The guy was cute with dark hair and brown eyes. You gave a seductive smile. "See something you like cutie?" Surprisingly, the man blushed shyly. He gestured to the chair beside you. "May I?" Your smile softened. You loved a man with manners. "Sure." "What's your name? I'm Mike." "Y/N." "It's nice to meet you, Y/N." Castiel sighed for the hundredth time. He really didn't want to go to a bar and get 'laid' as Dean called it. He missed you. It had been about a year since he last saw you. He honestly hadn't expected you to run away and not come back but you had. After realizing he drove you away permanently, he did everything he could to find you so he could bring you back but he never did find you. Sam and Dean had tried to help but you were smart and ditched everything you had so you couldn't be found. The worst part was that you'd stopped praying to him. It left him feeling empty and lonely. His eyes swept the room and he froze, his blood ran cold. There sitting on a chair at the bar was you. And you were with another man. He watched as you smiled and laughed, your eyes soft. His heart sank and he stood there awkwardly not knowing what to do. This was the moment he had been waiting for but now that the moment was finally there he didn't know what to do. Dean stopped next to him. "Cas? What's wrong with you?" Castiel said nothing but pointed at you. They turned to look and were surprised to see you. "Y/N?" Sam whispered. Dean's eyes darkened in both anger and worry. Unfortunately, anger won out and Castiel wanted to hide as he stalked over to you. "Y/N!" You froze at the sound of a very familiar voice. You closed your eyes and hoped with everything you had that Castiel wasn't with him. Your heart sank when you saw your hope wasn't answered. You stiffened, causing Mike to look at you curiously. You turned to him and gave a fake smile. "Sorry to cut this short but I have to leave. I'll be here tomorrow though," you added hopefully. Mika chuckled and leaned in to kiss your cheek. "No problem. See you tomorrow." You watched as he left the bar before getting to your feet and walking past them impassively. You rolled your eyes as Dean grabbed you by the arm. "What?!" Dean's eyes narrowed dangerously. "What the hell were you thinking?! Leaving like that. You do realize we were looking for you for ages, right?" You shrugged. You didn't ask them to look. They should have known when Castiel told them what happened. That was why you hadn't felt guilty over it. "And what about Cas?" Your eyes hardened and you yanked your arm out of his grip. "What about him?" You sneered. "He was looking everywhere for you." You scoffed bitterly. "Really? I find that hard to believe. And even if he did I couldn't care less. What he does is not my problem. Not anymore." You gave one last cold look at him before storming out of the bar, leaving Dean confused. "Alright, spill it!" Dean barked at Castiel. The Angel looked anywhere but at him. "Spill what?" "Why did Y/N act like she was surprised we were looking for her? And why didn't she believe you were looking? She said she doubted it. What did she mean?" Castiel stayed silent. "Cas, man. We can't help you until you tell us what's going on," Sam said sympathetically. "I told her I didn't want to be with her anymore. I told her she was interfering with my mission. She ran away and I haven't seen her since," he admitted. Dean was furious. "Are you serious?! You said that? Well, no wonder she left and didn't wanna be found. This would have been good to know before." Castiel's head snapped up. "Why? So you could stop looking for her?" He demanded angrily. "You would have liked that, wouldn't you?" "I'M not the one that threw her away like trash!" Dean spat back. "I did it to protect her," Castiel argued weakly. Dean snorted. "Some protection. You DO realize for all we knew she could have been captured, tortured or killed by now. And all cause she ran away and we wouldn't have known." Castiel's jaw clenched but he didn't say anything. The older Winchester was right. He saw that now but it was too late. He didn't think you would take him back. Not now. He stepped back, his eyes glistening with unshed tears and he vanished without another word.

I like it.

You know what, My dad had an amazing idea.

Every citizen should be given guns and we should get rid of the police forces, But keep sherrifs that we can elect. The sherrifs can choose deputies. If we don't like a sherrif, We get rid of them and vote a new one

Ikr? DEAN only ever really calls for him when HE needs something, example, season 6 while Cas was fighting Raph and Dean didn't care. Dean also refused to hear him out much less stand by him. If Cas makes a mistake, Dean's totally on him like a ton of bricks, example, season 6 and 8 (I think when the Angels fell). Dean IS emotionally abusive (even towards Sam sometimes) and it bothers me when no one brings it up

Dean’s abusive to Cas why does no one get that??

Wow, wait, is this real cause this needs to happen for everyone (mostly women and young girl's)

This is glorious and even thought it doesn’t fit in the range of all the paranormal, I MUST share

It works like this: You tell Kitestring that you’re in a dangerous place or situation, and give it a time frame of when to check in on you. If you don’t reply back when it checks your status, it’ll alert your emergency contacts with a custom message you set up.

It doesn’t require you to touch anything (like bSafe) or shake your phone (like Nirbhaya) to send the distress signal. Kitestring is smarter, because it doesn’t need an action to alert people, it needs inaction.

MORE INFORMATION

IN THIS HOUSE, WE BELIEVE:

CHILDREN SHOULD HAVE RIGHTS

REPRODUCTIVE RIGHTS ARE FOR EVERYONE

THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS AN IMMIGRANT JUST A CITIZEN

SCIENCE CAN BE CRITICIZED

ALL PEOPLE ARE WORTHY OF LOVE

WE ARE VICTIMS OF OUR SOCIOECONOMIC CONDITIONS

pt: IN THIS HOUSE, WE BELIEVE: CHILDREN SHOULD HAVE RIGHTS REPRODUCTIVE RIGHTS ARE FOR EVERYONE THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS AN IMMIGRANT JUST A CITIZEN SCIENCE CAN BE CRITICIZED ALL PEOPLE ARE WORTHY OF LOVE WE ARE VICTIMS OF OUR SOCIOECONOMIC CONDITIONS end/pt.