May We Please Have A Sneak Peak To Eyes Open? Preferably With Sasha And Mike? I Know There Won't Be A

what do you need help with? I would be happy to proof read what you have so far?

I NEED HELP WITH EYES OPEN THIS IS DISASTROUS

The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy.

Sorry you have writers block! I really hope you don't give up on this story. Please say that you will keep writing it. :D

I had a random dream last night that I was reading a new chapter for "Eyes Open" or was it a sneak peak I honestly can't remember which one it was. Sorry if that sounds a tad creepy. :) Is that gonna be true at some point? I'm really sorry if you are getting annoyed by people as well as me asking you about updates all the time. I also apologize if you have some kind of writers block. I hope it comes back to you soon. :D Keep reading this story from over and over again from the beginning.

haha it’s not creepy at all, my girlfriend actually had a dirty dream about sasha 😂

I’m not annoyed, don’t worry!

Buuuut unfortunately probably not

:( I do have writers block with it and I’ve tried to power through but I just can’t seem to write it, I’m sorry 😫

On May 28th, my sister, Edna, turned 31.

 Her mental age is about three years old. She loves Winnie the Pooh, Beauty & the Beast, and Sesame Street. Even though the below picture is unconvincing. 

Edna and “Cookie.” I think she was trying to play it cool. 

My name is Jeanie. I’m Edna’s younger sister. I’m also her guardian and caregiver. 

That’s me on the left. (Hey, you never know. After a year of writing a blog about online dating - Jeanie Does the Internet - I’ve come to learn that there are A LOT of fools on the internet.) 

ANYWAY, I’m not “doing the internet” anymore. I’m taking care of Edna full-time, after completing my MFA in Writing for Screen & Television at USC.

May 16, 2014. I wanted a picture. Edna wanted breakfast.

In case you’re wondering where our parents are, they’re dead. Our mom died of breast cancer when she was just 33. 

Us with mom before she died. (Obviously.)

As for our dad, he peaced-out around the time my mom got sick. His loss - we’re awesome. 

Here we are being awesome at the beach. Pushing a wheelchair in the sand? Not so awesome. 

In case you’re wondering “What’s wrong?” with my sister - as a stranger once asked me on the street  -  NOTHING. Yes, Edna has a rare form of epilepsy - Lennox-Gastaut syndrome - but I don’t know if that’s anymore “wrong” than people who don’t have manners. 

Basically, Edna was born “normal,” and started having seizures as a baby. They eventually got so bad that they cut off the oxygen to her brain, causing her to be mentally disabled. Or impaired. Or intellectually disabled. Or whatever you want to call it - except “retarded,” because in 2010, President Obama signed Rosa’s Law into effect, replacing that word with “intellectually impaired.” 

Which is cool and all, but services for the disabled and the people who care for them are SEVERELY LACKING. Also, there’s a bunch of people working in taxpayer-funded positions who are supposed to help families like us, but don’t. (Big surprise, I know.) They just fill out paperwork (whenever they feel like it) with asinine statements like this: 

YUP. I transport my sister down the stairs in her wheelchair, because that is not only safe, but TOTALLY PRACTICAL. Why doesn’t everyone in a wheelchair just take the stairs, for God’s sake? Stop being so lazy, PEOPLE WITHOUT WORKING LEGS! 

But, as it says above, Edna’s legs do work. Whether or not she wants them to, is another story. 

Edna refusing to go inside. 

These are the stairs that I have to carry her up - by myself - on a daily basis. That is, until one of my legs break and both of us are just sitting at the bottom of the stairs, helpless. 

For six months, I have begged - BEGGED - the State of California to help my sister, which they are required by law - The Lanterman Act specifically - to do so. But they’ve told me “these things take time” and that I “need to amend my expectations.” (That was said to me when I refused to place Edna at AN ALL-MALE CARE FACILITY. Because yes, that was an “option” that was offered to me.) 

Prior to Edna moving in with me in my one-bedroom apartment, she was living with her amazing caregiver, Gaby, back in Tucson, where we went to high school and I did my undergrad. Edna’s reppin’ the Wildcats below. 

But back in November, Gaby also died from breast cancer. (FUCK YOU, BREAST CANCER!) This picture was taken a month before she died. She never even told me she was sick because she didn’t want me to worry. 

By the way, we were raised by our grandma. Edna and her were very close.

She’s dead, too. Surprise.

She died when I was 20 and Edna was 21. That’s when I became Edna’s legal guardian and Gaby stepped into the picture to help me out with Edna. 

So, six months ago, after Gaby died, I moved Edna to California, where I tried to get the folks over at The Frank D. Lanterman Regional Center to help me. I’ve told them I’m worried about our safety - that one of us could get hurt on the stairs -  I’ve told them I can’t afford to pay the private babysitters $15/hour because the ones social services sent me who make $9/hour were unreliable (they didn’t show up on time or at all so I could get to school and work), untrustworthy (one of them let Edna go to the bathroom in the kitchen and then took her into the bathroom because “that what I thought I was supposed to do.”) 

But the people over at the FLRC don’t return my calls, they don’t file the paperwork on time - and the first caseworker that was assigned to us actually LAUGHED AT my sister when he came to our home to evaluate her. When I reported him to his supervisor, she told me, “That’s just [insert name of said jackass].” 

He was one of the two caseworkers that contributed to the report I mentioned above, which also included this: 

So let me get this straight - I have to feed, bathe, dress and help Edna in the bathroom and you can’t deduce whether or not she is able to vote? What in the fuck?!

Now I realize I seem angry. And you can bet your balls I am. I’m also sad. Sad for those who don’t have family to stick up from them and who waste away God knows where, monitored by no one. Or monitored by people who physically and sexually assault them. 

I’m also sad for the caregivers who are SO EXHAUSTED - trying to take care of their loved ones - while also trying to take care of themselves and battling a system that is supposed to help, but does nothing of the sort. And I know a lot of people give up. They let their dreams, their marriages, their friendships slide. All while trying not to resent the very person you’re doing it all for.

Edna wanted to sit next to me the other day while I was writing. Clearly, she’s not impressed. 

Here’s the thing: I REFUSE TO GIVE UP. I’M NOT GIVING UP ON HER OR MYSELF. I’m going to pursue my dreams while taking care of her, AND while ensuring that the people paid to do their jobs ACTUALLY do them.

That’s where you come in. I need you to help me get my story out there. Because I know I’m not alone in this. I want to connect with families who are in similar situations and also show people who have no idea what it’s like to care for someone with a disability (or even a loved one who is sick) that it can be rewarding. Super fucking hard. Exhausting. Painful. Isolating. But, rewarding. 

I’m going to get help for my sister - and others. My hope is that by sharing our story, I can bring awareness to the lack of services and help for the disabled. 

Thank you, 

Jeanie 

Facebook:  facebook.com/eisforedna

Twitter: @EisforEdna 

CS Storybook Update--8/29

The deadline is passed us and I have yet to hear from some people.  I also had a few people say they weren’t writing at the last minute, which I’ve had to find people to write collaborative stories so we don’t have any holes. However, this adds to the time it takes.  

PUBLISHING - Please do not post your stories until the book goes up. Once the book goes up, we ask you to wait 2 weeks to post them on FF/AO3 and tumblr but please link the storybook  OR you can publish at the same time as the book but only publish a couple of paragraphs and link the book for the rest of the story.  Our goal is to get the stories read by as large of a fan base as possible.  

Please check the list below.  If I the title is not bold with a line OR in italics, and you know them, please touch base as we need to know one way or the other if they are in or out.  

Thanks for your participation!   I have received the following.  If the title is bold, with no line, I have the art.  If the title is bold w/ a line, I have rec’d both story and art.  If it is in italics I have heard from the person. 

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Are these song lyrics at the end?

EYES OPEN PICSPAM → Sasha Hardy & Mike Weston

And I never want to lose this feeling 'Cause I know without you there's no sleeping

Love this story so much!!!!

The Promise

A Captain Swan AU

Killian and Emma, two souls destined to be one. Come along on their journey of True Love, filled with romance, passion, and challenges as they fight for their Happy Beginning in The Promise.

Special thanks to @duathadun  @hellomommanerd  @linda8084  @juliakaze

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Words ~7500           Chapter Rating ~T+

Chapter 9

Early January 2016

One of the many things Emma loved about the old Victorian she lived in was the round room, situated at the very top. Sarah had turned it into the perfect quiet space.  A place to come if you wanted to read a good book or if you needed a place to think and didn’t want to be found.  It was a space freely used by all the tenants and by an unspoken rule the only place in the house that was considered ‘unplugged‘. No phones or computers and conversation was kept to a minimum.  Truly a place of peace.  

Feeling the need to connect her thoughts and see if she could come up with a solution to help Blue, she set her phone on the table, grabbed an extra sweater and ran up the stairs.  Since the room wasn’t regularly heated, she cranked up the radiator and flipped the switch for the small gas fireplace.  Pulling on her sweater, she settled in her favorite overstuffed chair and stared out the window at the grey clouds replaying her phone call with Blue.

“……..you remember, Neal, right?”

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The Promise

A Captain Swan AU 

Killian and Emma, two people longing for love. Come along on their journey of True Love, filled with romance, passion, and challenges as they fight for their Happy Beginning in The Promise.  

Special thanks to @duathadun  @hellomommanerd  @linda8084  @juliakaze

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Chapter 1

Words ~ 5400     Story Rating ~ T++

August 2014

Killian Jones had been born on the right side of the tracks on a night when the stars were in perfect alignment. He lived a life having parents who were overjoyed by his birth because they had given up hope of having a second child, a brother who allowed him to tag along wherever he went, and friends he loved and whom he could depend on whenever needed. He also had a solid head on his shoulders and grew up with such a thirst for all types of knowledge that he kept his mother busy taking him to and from the local library, where he would check out books on everything from ‘How to Grow the Best Orchids’ to ‘Making the Most of a Design’.   Killian wasn’t a one-dimensional child either, for he had inherited his mother’s appreciation for beauty and could describe a painting as easily as he could recite poetry.  From a very young age, he loved visiting all types of museums and asking questions of his parents and, eventually, of his teachers and their answers satisfied him for a time.  But as he grew, while he continued to strive to learn and understand the world around him, he always felt that there was more out there.  A part of him that was always searching for that elusive something that he knew was out there; but what or whom it was, the search continued.

As a young boy, his parents had been inseparable, and their love and affection for each other and for their children was apparent to anyone they were around.  There was a sense of the Jones family against the world and, in a way, it had always been that way, as Katherine’s parents never warmed up to the boy from the wrong side of London, whisking their daughter away from the society where they thought she belonged.  Even after Brennan had made his way as a successful banker throughout Europe, a distance still existed, and for that reason their small family remained isolated, spending their summers together picnicking, boating and playing football, and skiing, skating and visiting museums in the winter.  

Since learning had always come easily to Killian, he had high marks and found his way into the Imperial College London to study engineering at the young age of eighteen.  Moving away from home and into dormitory life, where he met his best mate Robin Locksley, gave him a freedom that he had never known, and much to his mother and father’s consternation, he had ended up on academic probation after the first year.   A stern lecture by his father and the threat of being forced to join his brother in the Royal Navy seemed to be just the motivation he required for not only his status within the program but also his behavior in general.  During his second and third year, his standing improved, earning him top awards.  But then tragedy struck, taking both parents in one fell swoop and he had spiraled down, no longer caring about himself or anyone else, and wishing the person responsible for his parents’ death hadn’t died with them so he could extract his own revenge.  Only well-placed guilt from Liam had pushed him to complete his final year and graduate. 

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Reblog if you are NOT a Donald Trump supporter.

My family ranted to me last night about how they think Donald Trump is the only responsible person trying to run for president and they think “everyone supports him”.

I want to prove them wrong.

REBLOG IF I CAN MESSAGE YOU AND VENT TO YOU. OR TO START A FRIENDSHIP.