I have a family friend who worked at our local Salvation Army headquarters as a a secretary. This particular office took all the Christmas donations for children in need, put them in a warehouse, and on a designated day the staff and their friends picked through them all, taking whatever they wanted. She saw people hauling away bikes donated for specific families. Some local children had hundreds of dollars of gifts donated in their name, and on Christmas they received three cheap things, items likely not even from the person who sponsored them.
My friend quit, and I’ve not given them a dime of my money since then.
Do not give to the Salvation Army.
Do Not. Give. To. Salvation. Army
My turn.
I’m a wildfire and disaster logistics specialist.
I deal with a lot of agencies who provide disaster relief.
I used to say the Salvation Army’s disaster services were the one (literally the ONE) good thing they did.
They would come in, set up a canteen trailer, make and pass out hot coffee and donated food in a disaster, usually being one of the first agencies to get there and the last to leave.
Then I found out.
Every time they did this, regardless of if they were actually invited or deployed by the agency in charge (usually FEMA, sometimes others) they would SELF-DEPLOY. Meanjng they would just show up. Ok. That’s not TOO bad, sometimes agencies have to take initiative and get there before the red tape is sorted out. BUT. They, after they left at the end of the incident, they would send FEMA or the host agency a BILL. They used one or two paid employees (usually the driver of the truck and a supervisor); and many VOLUNTEERS, but they would bill for EVERYONE’s Labor at standard federal rates. They would bill for the food they distributed even though it was all donated by another agency or private parties. They would bill for the coffee they made and the supplies. Except they would use electricity from the shelter location, water from donations or from the shelter, and in many cases, they would get the coffee and industrial filters DONATED, but bill for them at retail prices.
Don’t FUCKING give to the Salvation Army.
The Salvation Army is also ass to the workers. A good number of people join it, naively thinking that it’s doing good, and end up leaving cynical and beaten down. The management is hostile, if not outright abusive, and demand some ridiculous hours of it lower to mid-level staff. Don’t support these people.
Unsettling update
Find better local charities and shelters and give to them instead!
Also just for even more horrific context on the original twitter thread?
Salvation Army reached out to Milknmuffins and asked what shelter she’s at with the promise to address the abuse in it. She…ended up saying where she was. She was thrown out onto the street. It’s also all on Twitter.
They invited her to a personal talk so she could explain the situation in person.
And then they threatened her with a screenshot of a rape-threat made supposedly by her:
And then threw her out into the street while claiming she broke house rules that
So yeah, the Salvation Army is a bunch of entitled assholes that will treat the most vulnerable like shit if they dare try to do anything that makes them look bad
The “Fuck Salvation Army” posts are making the rounds again, so conisder this your reminder:
Do. Not. Give. These. Assholes. A. Single. Fucking. Penny.
Do not support them in any way, shape, or form.
‘Tis the season to say FUCK the Salvation Army.
I knew they were horrible but I didn’t realize they were that bad
You know what I think its grossly under-rated in fandom? Second loves.
What it’s like to love and lose and then love again. To suffer through either the death of a loved one or the death of a love you used to share. To know that loss, to know that hurt, and to still make yourself vulnerable to someone again. To love scared, to love wounded, to love anyway.
By under rated in fandom I mean so often past loves are either erased completely or downplayed like “oh yeah they weren’t really in love.”. I think it flattens the character. Humans are capable of so much love. Each relationship is different and you can learn from each one! And yes, there’s something brave in learning to love again, something incredible romantic, why pass it by?
With the kids all being a bit older, Father's Day could be a little more planned out affair this year. It took a bit of doing, but between her and the boys, the phones were covered for the day and plans were put in motion.
A spot was cleared out by the lake and chairs set up along with a grill that Dean was all too happy to man. Sam was in charge of the AV set up, something that Dean had found endlessly entertaining.
That left Faith in charge of the kids - Mostly of keeping them quiet so they wouldn't ruin the surprise. Hazel helped keep an overly excited Rowan from spilling the beans, while Lily gave Faith a hand "cooking". (Adding finishing touches to store bought side dishes and cupcakes.)
Once at the lake, the kids were set loose and the adults cracked open a beer. They had "Easier Rider" and Bo Derek's "10" ready to project onto a sheet suspended between two trees for entertainment (and a spread out sleeping bag with an iPod all queued up with endless Bluey for the kids),
There were little homemade gifts for Grandpa, Sam and Dean, along with a little something extra for Dean later from Faith. As for Bobby, Faith made him his very own mixed tape of with songs from Joanie Mitchell, Kenny Rodgers, Patsy Cline and all the others she remembered him playing on the old record player growing up. Happy Father's Day to Bobby, Sam and Dean!!!
🧑🤝🧑🧑🤝🧑how do they feel about having
multiple partners at once? have they ever done it? 🪢do they have
a kink? if so, what is it? 💸have they ever or would they ever
accept money or gifts in exchange for sex? 🍆how do they feel
about toys? do they have any? what’s their favorite? do they use
them with partners? 🌙do they need an emotional connection or are
one-night-stands an option? 🫂how do they feel about friends with
benefits? 🍒how old were they when they lost their virginity? to
whom? was it significant? 🏳️🌈what’s their sexual orientation?
have they ever experimented outside of that [for more binary
orientations such as heterosexual/homosexual]? 👄do they prefer
oral or penetrative sex more? ↕️are they a sub, dom, or switch?
top, bottom, or switch? 🛏️what’s their favorite position? 🔢what’s
their body count? 🕒what’s the longest time they went without
engaging in sexual activity with a partner? [masturbation doesn’t
count] 👀how do they feel about voyeurism? exhibitionism? 🏬would
they have sex in public? if so, how public is too public? 🤪what’s
the wildest place they’ve ever done something sexual? ❤️🔥what’s their most erogenous zone? 💋do they like to kiss while having sex? do they cuddle afterward? 💦what’s their immediate post-orgasm reaction? 🫶what does after care look like for them?
Can everyone who reads this PLEASE reblog it?!?!? Libraries literally saved my life as a child!
Being abused at home, bullied at school and lost in the world, the library and all the books I could escape to the most amazing worlds, kept me alive!
I would walk to the library, and spend all day, from 10 am to 9 pm reading there!! I got special awards for how many books I read, I wrote little blurbs on why i loved the books (probably why I love to BETA and do ARCs)
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE Just hit the green arrows and the reblog!!!
As a 50 year old woman, the library offers me so much. Digital art pads to borrow, 3D printing, book clubs that are face to face (yeah, the introvert likes face to face because a moderator will stomp on anyone getting snarky)
New books in LARGE PRINT! I’m visually challenged and as much as I love my kindle, The feel of a real book in my hands will always be a beloved feeling!
Our library also has quarterly books sales of almost free books!! For 5$USD we get in a day early and can buy as many as we want. Anyone else has to wait and there is a limit for the first 2 days.
Also many, many libraries have inter library loan(it may be called something different). This means if they don’t have the item you want, they can get it for you. This may include photocopy/pdf of articles. This can also include along with books and DVDs, microfilm/fiche which is also a huge resource. Check around for libraries that are listed as depositories if you want to look at government documents.
Remember that many colleges and universities have open stacks for the public. You will likely have to pay a membership fee but you will get to stuff.
I love the library ☺
The library was one of my favorite places to go as a kid and I still live to go and just. Sit and read. Or do homework. The university I’m at has a massive 8-story one I love to just wonder around in~ Great places
Libraries are amazing places, we need to protect them to ensure their continued existence.
I used to wander about the fiction section in my local library, and choose books with the most interesting titles - I discovered two amazing authors that way
If you feel disconnected from your local community & want to find ways to get involved, seriously consider spending some time at the library. Go to some events! Organize a reading group!
Support your libraries!
Read banned books!
People who don’t learn can be more easily controlled and told what to think!
whether it’s the way you bare your teeth when backed in a corner, your loyalty, or your tendency to act on instinct, your reoccurring theme is the dog. like mitski said “i get mean when im nervous, like a bad dog” or how halsey said “i won’t smile but i’ll show you my teeth” even when migos said “dance with my dogs in the night time” the essence of the dog runs through you. you’re tough and a quick draw on the outside, but if we got down to it we’d see you’re acting the only way you’ve ever known how. it doesn’t make you bad, survival is natural, your loyalty and determination is commendable. i don’t blame you for the way you act when your back is against a wall, but please remember to not bite the hand that feeds.
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“Went to see Pastor Jim, huh? Had a good time then, lookin’ at you.” Bobby tousled Dean’s hair and set him back down as John clumped up onto the porch. “I got the stuff you asked for in the study.”
“Thanks.” John followed him through, setting Sam’s seat down gently. The baby boy was fast asleep and looked set to stay that way for a good while. “They’ve both eaten,” he added, putting down the duffle of clothes and toys by the desk.
Bobby nodded slightly, readjusting the oil-smeared cap and scooping up the notes. “Just - keep in touch.”
“Will do. Be good for Bobby, Dean, and look after Sammy.” John smoothed his older son’s hair briefly. “See you soon, bud.”
With that he was gone, and Bobby let out a wry huff. “Guess it’s just us again, huh?”
Dean whined a little at Bobby’s comment, letting out a sharp huff of air through his nose since his mouth was preoccupied with his fingers. When he felt himself get picked up, Dean flopped his head onto Bobby’s shoulder, still staring at the door.
Dean had adopted separation anxiety towards his father since his mother died. Whenever John left Sam and Dean with Pastor Jim or Bobby, for the first day or two, Dean would just stare at the door and he’d have crying fits. Luckily, he wasn’t at the crying part yet.
“You’re gonna be fine, champ,” Bobby said gently, coming back over to the sofa and sitting down. “You ain’t gonna cry an’ wake Sammy up, are ya?” He motioned to the sleeping baby.
“Mmhm. You couldn’ta called me back? Not once? I tried to call you, Dean.”
Bobbly slumped back with a heavy sigh, resisting the urge to reach for the whisky. “An’ no matter how you’ve fought before, ain’t never taken this long for him to show back up. You’re grown-ass men now, not squabblin’ kids or teenagers. What was this stupid fight about? ‘Cause if you can’t even recall, then that’s even stupider.”
“Look, I said I was sorry for not calling. I was too worried about trying to find my brother.” Dean grunted defensively and set his jaw as he gave Bobby a look.
For the past year, Dean has tirelessly been looking for Sam, looking for any kind of sign for him. Even going as far as going on police records to see if the kid has gotten himself into any trouble. Nothing. No sign. It’s like he dropped off the face of the earth. This wasn’t like Sam, though. No matter how bad their fights and who left who, they would always check in with one another.
“He wanted out again, Bobby,” Dean sighed, shoulders tense and ridged as he scrubbed a hand down his face. “I kept telling him that, with how much shit we’ve gone through already, something was bound to find him again and…I dunno. We had a fight and he walked off.”
“Then I guess we better start by tryin’ to track him down. Maybe he’ll answer me, if he won’t answer you.”
Bobby reached for his phone and began looking up Sam’s numbers. It was worth a shot at the very least.
“Went to see Pastor Jim, huh? Had a good time then, lookin’ at you.” Bobby tousled Dean’s hair and set him back down as John clumped up onto the porch. “I got the stuff you asked for in the study.”
“Thanks.” John followed him through, setting Sam’s seat down gently. The baby boy was fast asleep and looked set to stay that way for a good while. “They’ve both eaten,” he added, putting down the duffle of clothes and toys by the desk.
Bobby nodded slightly, readjusting the oil-smeared cap and scooping up the notes. “Just - keep in touch.”
“Will do. Be good for Bobby, Dean, and look after Sammy.” John smoothed his older son’s hair briefly. “See you soon, bud.”
With that he was gone, and Bobby let out a wry huff. “Guess it’s just us again, huh?”
Dean gave Bobby both a smile and nod, his feet pointing inward as he was lowered back down to the floor. “F’owers.” he grinned up at the older hunter, sticking his fingers in his mouth. That was a new thing that Dean had picked up that his dad was trying to break him out of.
Ever since Mary died, Dean had reverted back on a lot of things. Such as potty training. He was just getting the hang of it and now it was like he had no idea what it was. Teething and chewing on things was another thing. Dean had outgrown teething a few years ago and now he was back to chewing on whatever he could get into his mouth.
Dean looked up at John with those big green eyes of his, a sad expression in his eyes. Dean always hated it when John left him with either Bobby or Pastor Jim. That meant Dean wouldn’t see him for weeks on end. Sometimes almost a month. Whining a bit, Dean stomped his foot a little on the wood floor, just watching John walk off to the Impala.
It was heartbreaking to see the kid stare off after his dad like that, but there wasn’t much Bobby could do other than give him a little squeeze on the shoulder. He didn’t know jack about parenting himself, other than what not to do, but he could at least try his best for a man who’d just lost the centre of his world.
“Hey, you’re a big boy now, don’t go stompin’ around an’ wakin’ Sam up,” he said, picking Dean up again. “Your daddy’ll be back as quick as he can. Wanna watch TV or get your toys out?”
Since his mother died a month ago, Dean had suddenly fallen mute, only talking when he wanted to. When he did communicate, though, it was through pictures or he would use his hands to make shapes.
When Bobby asked if he went anywhere exciting, Dean thought for a moment when his small hands gripping Bobby’s shirt. Dean suddenly grinned and put his hands together to make a shape like a steeple for a church, indicating that they went to go see Pastor Jim for a few days. Dean always liked to play out in the back garden with the other kids under the supervision of Pastor Jim himself of course.
“Went to see Pastor Jim, huh? Had a good time then, lookin’ at you.” Bobby tousled Dean’s hair and set him back down as John clumped up onto the porch. “I got the stuff you asked for in the study.”
“Thanks.” John followed him through, setting Sam’s seat down gently. The baby boy was fast asleep and looked set to stay that way for a good while. “They’ve both eaten,” he added, putting down the duffle of clothes and toys by the desk.
Bobby nodded slightly, readjusting the oil-smeared cap and scooping up the notes. “Just - keep in touch.”
“Will do. Be good for Bobby, Dean, and look after Sammy.” John smoothed his older son’s hair briefly. “See you soon, bud.”
With that he was gone, and Bobby let out a wry huff. “Guess it’s just us again, huh?”
“Hey, champ!” It’s only his - third? - time watching the boys for John, who’s currently dealing with the kind of grief Bobby knows all too well in not-too-healthy ways.
Still, after that first couple of days (where Dean had managed to break his arm just a couple of weeks before they showed up, and barely trusted Bobby to be in the same room as Sam), they’d taken to each other famously. Even with the addition of a baby under a year old - not Bobby’s area of expertise - they settled in easily whenever they showed up.
“You been anywhere excitin’ since last time?” he added, scooping the little boy up as John followed with Sam in his baby seat.
Once they pulled up and headed inside, Bobby tok a minute to put his revolver away and put some coffee on before sinking into an armchair and fixing Dean with a steady eye. “Okay. You disappear for how long an’ not a damn word, an’ then show up to tell me Sam went AWOL? What the hell’s been goin’ on, Dean?” His voice was firm, but missing the bite of the immediate anger and shock.
Dean followed Bobby inside the house, making sure that the Impala was locked up. Even though there was almost nobdy that drove near the scrapyard, Dean always took precautions with his car. Sitting on the arm of a chair in the livingroom with his hands in his lap, Dean lifted his gaze when Bobby started to grill into him.
“I’m sorry for not calling or checking in for how long I was gone, I will say that much,” he murmured softly, setting his jaw tight. The younger hunter fell quiet for a moment, picking his next words wisely. “It was just a stupid fight that we had. I didn’t… Bobby, I tried to tell him not to run off. He… Sammy wouldn’t listen to me. I tried. I really did.”
“Mmhm. You couldn’ta called me back? Not once? I tried to call you, Dean.”
Bobbly slumped back with a heavy sigh, resisting the urge to reach for the whisky. “An’ no matter how you’ve fought before, ain’t never taken this long for him to show back up. You’re grown-ass men now, not squabblin’ kids or teenagers. What was this stupid fight about? ‘Cause if you can’t even recall, then that’s even stupider.”
