my fiancee got offered a permanent position at a law office today. we’ve been waiting a little over a year for her to find a job so i’m very excited. we can start, like, having a life, planning a wedding. yes. very happy <3
this all took about two years. he was diagnosed when i was about one year old. the only memories i have about my dad are of an inert body in a wheelchair or lying in a bed with a bunch of tubes stuck into it. as i was learning to talk, he was losing the ability to speak. as i was learning to walk, he stopped being able to move. my mom often had to choose between who she was going to help go to the bathroom at any given moment: her husband or her toddler.
after my dad died, my mom took over the philadelphia chapter of the ALS association. it consisted of a shoebox full of notecards with names on it. now it is a multi-million dollar organization with a large staff. she is still in charge. my mom is one of the most amazing people on the planet, basically.
these past couple weeks have been mind-boggling. i have openly wept watching so many of these videos. i still don’t completely get how all of this has happened, but now we live in a world in which lil wayne and taylor swift and oprah and justin timberlake and weird al and bill gates talk about ALS. my mom just emailed me this sentence: “lebron james ice bucket challenge.” i mean, IS THIS REAL LIFE?! i just keep saying over and over: holy shit. holy shit. holy shit.
so far, it has raised over 10 million dollars… and counting. my mom has spent every single day of her life for the past three decades trying to get this kind of attention and funds for this disease.
i don’t care if it’s a stupid gimmick. i don’t care if people are just doing this because it’s trendy or because they want pats on the back. i don’t care if it’s the new harlem shake. i don’t care if for the rest of my life, when i talk about ALS, i have to say “you know, the ice bucket disease.”
please, everybody, please keep pouring buckets of ice over your heads. please keep donating money. please keep talking about this.
my mom’s chapter:
http://www.alsphiladelphia.org/ p.s. the only reason i haven’t done my own ice bucket challenge yet is because i wanted to do it with my mom. we’re seeing each other next week, so it will happen then, i promise."
So last night,I had this dream that Sam Winchester and Ianto Jones got drunk together and they kept insulting each other.
I’d watch the fuck out of that.
Cas’s thighs shaking as Sam starts to fuck orgasm #3 out of him, Cas’s belly and hips smeared with come and wing oil and how Sam’s not blown yet Cas has no idea - maybe it’s just that he wants Cas to feel as much pleasure before his own or maybe it’s simply because Sam can - he’s got stamina and staying power like no one else, his own body covered in sweat and Cas’s fingernail marks, his front streaked red from where Sam keeps putting Cas right on the edge but never pushes him over, Cas struggling to hold on but Sam keeps him off balance so that when he does finally come again it’s like a tidal wave crashing into him and only after Cas has screamed himself hoarse on Sam’s cock does Sam finally let himself climax, biting down hard into the meat of Cas’s shoulder as he pumps him full, his whole being shaking with release and after he comes he collapses on top of his sweet angel, Cas’s hands careful as they make lazy, contented trails up and down Sam’s back.