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Story of Haruka and Feebas 

Haruka met Feebas when he was young. He finally evolved when Haru is Grade 12, but he was too big to stay at home. In the end, Haru decided to let him live in the sea. Milotic was very sad that he can’t stay with Haru and take a bath with him life before. So Haru stopped by sea everyday to see him. 

» I am in desperate need of help; please signal boost if you can!


Hey there. If you’re reading this, first off, just let me say thanks for reading it. It’s really hard for me to ask for help, but I have nowhere else I can turn.

Here’s the situation:

Not too long ago, I lost my job because I got sick with food poisoning. We’d just had some really bad ice storms and I missed half a week of work, and I got sick with food poisoning just days before the write-up was to expire.

I spent the next few months trying to find a new job, while scraping by on unemployment, but never even got any calls for interviews. I’ve been shooting resumes off like crazy, trying to find even a simple, part-time anything, just to bring in some money. Well, a few weeks ago I finally got a call, and I passed the phone interview and landed an in-person interview as well. If you’re following me, you might’ve noticed me making a post jubilantly exclaiming that I’D GOTTEN THE JOB THANK HEAVENS I GOT THE JOB. I was so happy I was really to cry or sing or some other expression of happiness. It was going to be more than enough money to get back on my feet (and that’s not including the tons of bonuses and raises they seem to give out), and with their really excellent tuition reimbursement, I was going to be able to get back to school and get my degree.

The only obstacle was a drug test. I knew I’d pass it without trouble, so I wasn’t worried. However, at the moment I do depend on someone else to give me a ride places, and on the way home from the interview, I told them that I only had two days to take this drug test. As it was a Saturday, we had to wait until Monday, and they said we would go then. Awesome! However, there was a family emergency with my aunt (who has Alzheimer’s), and they couldn’t make it by. Not good, but we still had the next day, which wouldn’t be a problem. Well, the next day rolls around, and they know I’m waiting for them, and I never got any replies to my messages other than that they would be on their way soon. At 2:45, I look over at my drug test registration sheet I was given, and I notice that I only have until 3:00 to make it there, and they live about 20 minutes away - there was no possible way for me to make it.

I’ve called the company a couple of times, and they’ve told me that they’re unable to give me a new registration form for the drug test for six months - which means I can’t possibly work there. I lost my new job before I even started. I have some friends who work there, and one of them told me they had a problem with their drug test as well, but that they got a new registration no problem. I dunno what the deal is, but there’s nothing I can do to contest it or anything, especially without outing them and possibly costing them their job (which I can’t do).

As a result, I’m about to lose my apartment in about a week. At first, it was terrifying, but I talked to one of my friends, and he happened to be looking for roommates and was about to be moving in a couple of weeks’ time. The details were hammered out - there were to be four of us living together - and all that was left was finding a house or apartment. Unfortunately, they were turned down for the applications they put out, and two of them (including my friend) decided to just get a two-bedroom place and that was that.

As it stands now, I have nowhere to go (and it’s back to terrifying again). There’s not a lot of people in my family, and the only one who would let me stay with them for any period of time is my mom, but because she is sort of permanently housesitting for my aunt and uncle (the aunt with Alzheimer’s - my uncle is losing who he is as well), she isn’t able to let me stay for any period of time.

I’ve got an interview next week, but even if I get the job, I won’t be getting paid until after I lose my only place to live. Today is Thursday the 24th, and I have until the first to come up with $1200.

If you’re still reading this - thank you thank you thank you. I appreciate just that in and of itself. Unfortunately, I now have to ask you for your help. If you are in any way able to donate to help (and please, don’t put yourself at risk to do so), please, please help me - my paypal is If you’re not - hey, I totally understand. I’ve been there. But if you could, please just reblog this to signal boost?

I don’t have any actual talents to compensate you with - I can’t draw or do anything musical, and while I’ve been told I’m a great writer, I don’t know if writing fanfiction or something is a thing I can commission out. I do have a couple of friends who are awesome artists, and I might be able to talk them into doing commissions for you.

Thanks again just for your time, and please - if you can’t donate, a signal boost helps just as much.

Stay safe out there.

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I normally don’t like making personal post like this. My blog’s main focus is to provide information and entertainment, to help others, but now I find myself in a situation where I am in need of help. Here is my story: For the past five years my father has been drinking heavily, gambling away all his money, and verbally abusing my family and I. He has called me a ‘bitch, slut, hoe, failure’ and it has worn me down both mentally and physically. Since he does not pay the bills at times, I have to step in and do it for him. So, I have paid rent, utilities, and food on my own and supported, alongside my mother, myself and four siblings for five years. Every month I constantly hear, “your father blew the rent money. We have only 3 days to come up with something, or we’re gonna be kicked out.”  The stress of essentially carrying my entire family on my shoulders and being verbally abused by my father at the same time has created very bad nerves in me. I have anxiety that has turned into full blown Agoraphobia where I am scared to step out of my house. I live caged in my house, plus all this stress has worsened my stomach condition, IBS. I have lost 25 pounds and I am at least 15 pounds underweight. Most days I just don’t eat because of how nervous I am. I had to drop out of school, change jobs, and stop attending conventions and making costumes all together. But, I’d like to leave this place, not only for my own health, but for the rest of my family. Start over and get away from the abuse. I am in constant fear that any day now it can transform into physical abuse (he has already damaged lamps, mirrors, dressers with a bat). At this time, I do work and I am the sole provider in this house since my mother is on the verge of losing her job and is nearly disabled with an unknown diagnosed condition (she has Hepatisis C too).

I am just reaching out and asking if anyone out there can spare a few dollars to help me move my family out of this toxic situation. If you want to donate, please send me a message and I can provide my paypal address to you. Thank you.








Bread knife

The french have grown more powerful. 


Hold it!

Look more closely at these photographs, Your Honor.

Notice anything strange about the bread?

I didn’t either. That’s because…

…no cuts were made there in the first place!

The witness forged the photographs to make it look like they had an actual bread knife, when they actually did not!

How, you ask? Look to the second photo.

While it is quite obvious that the knife is penetrating the top half of the breadstick, I’m not sure about the bottom half.

Looks pretty flat, doesn’t it?

The angle of the photo makes it look like the knife is in the witness’s breadstick, whilst it is actually behind it. In addition, the cut was actually made after the first photograph and before the second. Continue to the third photograph.

It is also taken from a flat angle, as was the second photograph. I’m sure you’re finding something missing in this photograph as well, Your Honor. Where is the index finger’s fingertip?

This illustration explains it all.

While I am… ahem, not the best artist…

(Didn’t I go to art school?)

The index finger is hidden behind the loaf of bread. It is not wrapping around the loaf of bread. This is because…

The witness was making space to put the knife’s handle!


Are you really that dull, Wright? For a man who majored in art you should be able to recognize a sculpture when you see one.

as we can see from the photos provided, this is quite obviously plastic.

if you look at any photo of real bread it can’t attain that level of shininess, and even if it could.

If you’ll notice in this picture, the bread on the inside is quite shiny, as well.

Tell me, Wright, have you ever seen real bread gleam that much? Don’t answer that, I will.

Even in this high-resolution photograph with bread that thick, it obviously wouldn’t shine on the inside when it isn’t buttered.

And it isn’t too hard to find the item in question with a quick google search.

Oh, and if you will notice, their hand was covering the seam where the bread was taken apart in the first photo with a simple comparison of the pattern on the bread.

It appears your lawyering skills are in much need of some sharpening if you expect to cut me down with that weak objection.

Edgeworth, you’re asking yourself the wrong question. It’s not “is there bread like that…”

You should be asking “can there be bread like that?”

Sweet bread can be infused with sugar or a syrup, making the outsides shinier- and the insides sweeter. Take a look.

Furthermore. there are parts of the witness’s bread knife that don’t just match up with the novelty bread knives you have presented. Take another look.

Let me point out two things about the novelty knives: one, their markings, and two, the placement of the knife itself.

In the novelty knives, the marks are artificial-looking and repeated. That is because they are manufactured. In the witness’s photo, the marks are more natural and realistic- because they are, well, real!

Furthermore, the blades on the novelty knives are in the middle of the handle.

But… look back at the witness’s photo. The knife is to the left? Where is the problem, you ask? Look at this illustration.

Here we have the knife, a piece of bread, and a table. Let’s have a go.

I’m sure you see it now, Your Honor.

The bread knife cannot actually be used to cut bread efficiently! Even if it was tilted, it would be uncomfortable and unbalanced!

The defense has an explanation for this positioning.

The blade is to the left because the witness was holding it behind the piece of bread!






help I’m having emotions about a cartoon antidepressant trying to be useful


yes but look at it, it cares about her and just wants to help her be able to function. It’s like “I know you’re sad. here, I’ll help you.”

LIKE OKAY THOUGH can I explain why this is exceedingly brilliant??  Because when anti-depressants work right, that’s what they DO.  They don’t make you happy or emotionless or unhealthy in any way, they make you FUNCTIONAL.  They make it so that a depressed person who can barely get out of bed can start to support themselves again and more importantly, start to THINK for themselves again without the permeating presence of depression.

Depression is a cyclical disease, that tells you to think a certain way, and, because you’re depressed, you generally believe it, and then things get worse and worse.  The ONLY thing anti-depressants do is to STOP that cycle in its tracks!!  Which is something to be ecstatic about and celebrated, even if you don’t realize it at the time, because when you’re depressed, getting out of bed is climbing Mount Everest.  Antidepressants help stop that cycle so that one day soon, getting out of bed can JUST be getting out of bed.  They don’t even expedite the recovery process in most cases, they just make recovery POSSIBLE IN THE FIRST PLACE.  So this little guy is portrayed with a fuckton more accuracy than I ever expected from a commercial.

It’s back and adorable


the notebook problem: you see a notebook. you want to buy the notebook. but you know you have like TEN OTHER NOTEBOOKS. most which are STILL EMPTY. you don’t need to notebook. you’re probably not gonna use the notebook anyway. what’s the point? DONT BUY THE NOTEBOOK. you buy the notebook.

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my seventeenth birthday is in a few weeks…and I’m actually kind of sad…i really like being sixteen

but if your sixteen you cant be the dancing queen

thank u little bread stick that made me feel better 


this is the best thing to happen to one of my text posts