We all change. When you think about it, we’re all different people all through our lives. And that’s okay. That’s good. You gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be.
I WAS SO SCARED
I WAS REALLY FUCKING CONCERNED
Oh god. I was, actually scared.
EVERYONE WAS CONCERNED
I ALMOST HAD A FUCKING HEART ATTACK
Our collective sighs of relief could probably be heard by Hubble.
"And these are your only two options?"
How many times do you think Peggy has looked at a no-win scenario in her life and said those exact words?
Growing up she learned she could either be a mother or a wife. Trying to help the war effort she learned she could either be a nurse or work in weapons production. In 1946 she was told she could either become a glorified secretary or find a job outside intelligence.
Peggy Carter spends her entire life finding ways to circumvent the box. She’s looked society in the face, and over and over again she’s challenged it, questioned it, and outsmarted it, even triumphed over it. And it’s because she has the audacity, always, to raise her eyebrow and refuse to be silenced, and because she isn’t ever too afraid to ask the question that matters to her most: and these are your only two options?
This is glorious because, well… I know women like this. We all do. We all know women who look at the shit choices life has given them and say: Are these my only options? I will make my own then. And this is why Peggy is my fav. She is kick ass and brilliant and walks into a room and everyone turns. But also she is a hero that I can relate to, believe in, strive to become. She looks at the world around her and says, I want better, I deserve better and she changes the rules of the game. And while she’s doing it, she’ll inspire you to do the same for yourself.
Now that’s a hero I’ll follow into battle any day, because she’s real and if I watch her closely, she’ll teach me how to lead the next time.
This is my roleplay blog and I have no right asking this of anyone. Before I do anything I’m going to give you the story of why I’m doing so.
I went to my grandmothers to clean her floor today because she can’t bend down and do it herself and while I was taking out the garbage I heard mewing inside the dumpster and me having a motherly instinct with anything. I climbed into the dumpster and found this kitten caked in garbage, her eyes glued shut and crust coming out of her nose. As to how she got there, I’m not sure if she climbed in herself (doubtful) or if someone threw her in there. I pulled her out to no other kittens or mother in sight and trust me, I’ve had mother cats around here if she was around I’d of gotten my ass kicked.
I brought her home and my mother cleaned out the crust and the glue to the point she can open one eye and she’s got some sort of scab across her nose. She’s sniffling so bad and I’m worried as hell that she won’t make it through the night. I would love to say in this instance I live in New Mexico but I don’t, I live in a place where it’s getting so cold at night because winter is coming. No that’s not a Game of Thrones reference. It rained for a full week and this kitten is about 4 to 5 weeks old.
I don’t have a job and I couldn’t just leave her there, she cried and cried and no one came for her. I dumpster dived to save her life. She’s barely bigger than my hand. I’m short and skinny so you can imagine how tiny my hands are.
In good news, she’s eating, she’s drinking and she’s not shivering. I’ve named her “Minnie” after the iconic Disney Mouse.
I can’t afford to even take her into the vet, I’ve begged my father but he’s refusing to because he doesn’t want to pay it. I hate asking, I hate doing this but even a dollar will help me, if there’s money left over when I take her it will be used specifically on her even after that. Whether it’s food or formula, things she needs. I have cats already but not cats this young.
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I will pay you back in anyway possible from fanfiction for your OTP, gif sets, icons, anything. If I could draw I would. Anything, even the shirt off my back.
I just don’t want to lose her without a fight.
If anyone that follows me donates even $1 to this cause — please let me know and I will pay you back with some icons for your muse. It’s the least I can do. ; a ;
And to the OP — thank you for having a big heart and taking this baby into your home. I will keep her in my prayers and hope that she has a quick recovery! Please keep us updated.