Go-out-there-and-make-a-difference

i was watching capheus’ rally speech today with tears in my eyes, because when all the sensates are standing there supporting him as he’s going out there to try and make a difference and tell people that love is a bridge and not a wall it really touched my heart, and i feel like that is exactly what the show as a whole tried to teach the world. no other show has given me the kind of hope that sense8 has, and i know that’s true for a lot of people, and the fact that it was cancelled is just such a kick in the teeth after the message it tried to give us. like what’s the point of my love being a bridge if people are going to come and burn my bridge down regardless 

Cop Car

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Pairing: Mac x Reader

Summary: Based off “Cop Car” by Sam Hunt. Listen here.


We thought we had all night, there was no need to rush. That’s when those cops came pulling up. And I thought, man, ain’t this some shhhh.

Whenever he could, no matter if it was heavy down pour or beaming sunshine Mac would always make the long trip back to Mission City to visit. He made that promise to you the day he enlisted. Not even Bozer or his new buddy Jack, the one he’d told you so much about was allowed to join. The day was strictly yours and Mac’s.

“Is it just me or do you get taller every time I see you?”. Calling out to Mac as he stepped out of his car.

Greeting you with his smile, one that had the ability to melt anyone’s heart, he pecked your cheek followed by a hug. “Maybe you’re just getting shorter”. Cheekily responding.

“Keep going, Macgyver, and you’ll be sleeping at the local Hotel”. Pointing your finger at him to try and sound serious, but it all fell apart when he arched his eyebrow and you cracked a smile.

“When in that case I’ll just make my way there now”.

Mac bent down to pick up his bags. Grabbing his hand you muttered for him to stay. His eyes lingered on your hand, the one that was holding his and for no more than a minute the two of you just glanced at one another. Detaching your grip, you invited Mac inside.

“Wow, this place hasn’t changed a bit”. He exclaimed, walking down the hallway knowing exactly where the guest room was. Leaning on the nearby wall, Mac pulled out the clothes he brought and placed them neatly in the empty drawers.

“Remember this?”. Referring to the pencil marks on the wall, showing off different stages of growth. Mac had easily out grown you in height, but nonetheless your mum still insisted that she’d mark it on the wall, however, the tradition stopped around age 12.

Mac came up beside you, running his finger along the almost faded markings.

“Never thought I’d see this again, didn’t your parents say they were going to paint over it that one year?”.

Knowing exactly which year Mac was alluding too, it was a brutal one. Mac and you argued about something that must of been relatively important back then. But now you couldn’t remember the reason why for the life of you.

The beginning of high school was the freeze out year. Mac and you didn’t talk to each other, nor visit because of whatever you two were arguing about. He made a new friend in Bozer, you of course got jealous, and one chemistry class got so frustrated not being able to get the formula right, you ran straight out of class and right into Mac. From there several apologizes were given and the rest, well, it was all history.

“Trust me my parents wanted too, but after we made up I made them promise to not keep it”.

Mac perked up, like when you get an idea and reached for his leather jacket. “Let’s go to our getaway spot?”.

“Mac, we haven’t been there in years. Who knows if it’s still there”.

“Well, there’s only one way to find out”. Ushering you gently out the door, calling dibs on driving.

Winding the window down, you stuck out your hand feeling the sun on your skin. The last time you and Mac simply drove around Mission City was on the last day you saw him. He came back to announce that he quit college and instead was going to enlist. Your heart stopped when those words came out of his mouth, shocked being the emotion you felt at the time. Although fear and anxiety followed soon after when you received his first letter, telling you that he was training to disarm explosives.

“What are you thinking about?”. He asked.

Titling your head back, “Our last conversation before you went off to the army”.

He made a left turn down a dirt road, from there it was only 10 minutes or so before you hit the getaway spot.

“You understand why I had to leave, right?”.

Nodding your head, he wasn’t content with just sitting in a classroom. Mac wanted to do more, and because of that he needed to physically go out and make a difference in the world. Judging from where he ended up now, he was doing a pretty good job.

Reaching for his free hand which was resting on the gear shift, he turned over his palm so you could lace your fingers. Holding hands with Mac was a comfortable thing for the both of you, however that came with a lot of “why aren’t the two of you officially together” from just about nearly everyone you knew. But you and Mac never really talked about whether to cross that line, heck, you didn’t even know if Mac saw you through romantic lenses.

“Even though I was scared to death every single day until you returned home, I know that leaving was the best thing you could of done, Mac. I’m really proud of you”.

The car came to a complete stop, and like on the porch his eyes lingered on yours before diverting away.

“Hey look, it’s still here after all”.

Reaching the wired gate, there was a huge warning sign bolted down. “Um, Mac”.

He dismissed the sign as he removed the chain from the gate. “Since when are you against trespassing?. We used to do it all the time with Bozer after school hours”.

“Yes we did, but are you forgetting my dad grounded me for a week because of it. And on top of that I got forbidden to see you for at least 2 weeks”.

He chuckled at that memory. Extending his hand, Mac flashed his dorky grin. “Come on, for old times sake?”.

“You’re a bad influence, Angus Macgyver”. Slapping your hand on his.

“That may be true, but you love that I am”.

Sneaking past the noticeable warning sign and onto the complex your stomach was doing somersaults, for more reasons than one. The area wasn’t much, an old abandoned building that hadn’t been used since you could remember. It became the perfect spot for a nightly rendezvous.

Mac’s eyes lit up when he swept aside a cluster of leaves, instantly nudging you. Side by side two pair of initials engraved in the cement.

Propped up on an old, broken down car’s roof the sky begun to fade along with the sun. Stars had emerged, looking like tiny white dots painted on a dark grey canvas. A sudden gust of wind blew. Rubbing the sides of your arms to create warmth, Mac noticed and covered your shoulders with his jacket.

“Hey, Mac?”. He mumbled a “yeah” as you linked arms, moving in closer. “I’ve missed you like crazy”.

He wanted to respond, you could tell. But an interruption came in the form of a bright flashlight, “You two realize this is private property, which means no trespassing?”. The officer explained looking unimpressed. “Let’s go, I’m going to have to take both of you in”.

Mac whispered in your ear that it was going to be okay. But as you got escorted to the back of the police car, watching the blue lights flash, something in you didn’t care about this little run in with the law.

Side by side and locked in tight. They were taking their time, but we didn’t mind. We talked and we laughed, we sat real close. By the time they let us go, I was already gone

“Well this brings back memories”. Mac wiggled in his seat, not the least bit concerned.

Closely monitoring the officers, “Do you think we could run for it?”. Grinning at the blonde beside you, who seemed stunned. “I’m kidding, Mac”, laughing at his expression.

“God, your dad’s going to kill me if he finds out”.

Biting your lip, ever since that freeze out year your dad still had a little resentment for Mac, in his words not yours, for breaking his little girls heart.

“Probably, but on the bright side you won’t have to worry about that for another year”. You smirked at Mac, who poked his tongue out.

The police officer came back from talking to his partner, unamused at how the conversation went. “It’s your lucky day, next time I catch either of you here it’ll be a different story. Now go before I change my mind”. He ordered.

Mac and you rushed out of the car and ran to his Jeep, unable to contain sudden bursts of laughter. Feeling like a couple of teenagers rather than grown adults.

“I really am a bad influence, huh”. He doubled over to catch his breath.

Breathing in the fresh air, your tone became serious. “Yeah, but I love that you are”.

That tingling sensation returned, the same one from the porch and in his car earlier today. Mac straightened his posture, locked eyes with you, closed the gap and his lips smashed upon yours.

It felt like a jolt of electricity, years upon years of friendship rolled into one whirlwind of a kiss. Mac held onto your waist, partly to stop the jacket from slipping off your shoulders, but also his way to deepen the kiss.

“If your dad wasn’t going to kill me before he definitely is now”. Licking his bottom lip.

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of my dad?. I thought secret agents were all meant to be bad-ass and fearless?”.

Backing you into Jeep’s door, “Oh, you mean like this?”, his head dipped down to your neck while you played with his hair.

“A slight improvement”. Playfully teasing.

Reaching into his jacket pocket you dangled the keys. “Where too now?”.

Pressing his forehead against yours, he sent shivers down your spine with what he said next. “Home, to make up for lost time”.

Pulling up into your driveway, it had been the longest 20 minutes of your life. Hurrying up to the front door, you cursed under your breath at whoever invented keys. Finally managing to get the pesky door opened, the two of you stumbled into the hallway.

In the distance a siren echoed down the street. The same cop car speed past, lights blazing. Giving Mac a look, he smirked and kicked the door shut with his foot.

You were so innocent, but you were stealing my heart. I fell in love in the back of a cop car

When I really need a River Phoenix fix I pop in Running On Empty and dial up the final scene. Some times I’m Judd Hirsch telling his son to “take your bike out of the back of the truck…and get on it. Yer on your own now, kid – go out there and make a difference.” Other times I’m young River standing speechless, both in awe of the sacrifice and generosity of his parents’ willingness to let him go and also the absolute sadness of being let go. I can’t hear James Taylor’s “Fire and Rain” without thinking of that scene.
—  Lars Beckerman (A River Runs Through Us)

for anon who asked about my designs for halkans in ST:M: i dug through my folder and found an old doodle (with mccoy for height comparison)

notes:

a) if you reboot an alien race you might as well go all out and make them completely different, not just humans in different costumes, right?

b) their outfits are made out of round shapes and spirals because they worship the mirror - the same reason is why they wear green/blue

c) mccoy’s winter uniform has a cross instead of starfleet insignia because when you’re in a blizzard with a broken leg and looking for a doctor they’re easier to locate this way

anonymous asked:

The allies taking care of their sic S/O

America:
-he would use the classic chicken noodle soup when you’re sick and stock up on all the meds you need
-hugs and kisses all the way, he doesn’t care if your sick or healthy cause he’s gonna give you affection either way
-you would cuddle and watch movies on the couch all day
-after you start feeling better he would end up getting sick from kissing you  

England:
-he’d probably try and get you to go to the doctors even if it was just a slight cough
-if you refused he would buy a bunch of medicines and try to get you to take all of them at once
- you would tell him that all you needed was some soup and some blankets and he would rush to get it
-he would want to do something to help you feel better so he would cuddle you in bed all day and pet your head 

France:
-be..our..guest! Be our guest! Put our service to the test!
-beauty and the beast would be playing in your head the whole time cause France would go all out and make a bunch of different soups and other homemade treats to get you feelings better
-this is breakfast in bed but on a whole new level
-you would wish you were sick more often cause he would treat you like royalty
-once you were better you would have to repay him 

China:

-the moment you had a sniffle he would be on it making old recipes to stop you from being sick

-you were imagining horrid goop but it actually was really good soups and other dishes

-after that you rarely got sick cause china always knew the best remedies
Russia:
-honestly he would be the most normal in treat you when sick 

-he would get soup and tea and cold and sinus medicine and grab all the blankets he can find

-you would cuddle up to the fire and just enjoy a day relaxing together 


Canada:
-he would make a million pancakes
No literally
-he would say that pancakes are the best cure for everything
-you would be stuffed full of pancakes but surprisingly you felt better
-you two would hang out all day inside and he would make sure that you were comfortable with whatever you needed


-Mod Z

900+ Followers!

 Surprised to see so many eager trainers at my lab considering I’m always so busy, but I’m excited that you’re here! I hope you will continue to support Professor Oak in all his endeavors as he does yours! Go out into the world and make a difference, kiddo!

To celebrate this occasion, I’m doing a small giveaway! So, like / reblog this for your chance to win a $30 amazon e-gift card! Unfortunately, must live in the U.S. ( sorry! ), and must be following me - since that’s who it’s for. Winner will be announced Oct. 10 @ 11:59 EST. 

Good luck!

Title: Checkmate
Character(s): 707, MC
Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Word Count: ~3,200
Rating: PG
Warnings: Um…nothing I can think of.
Disclaimer: MysMe isn’t mine. Don’t sue me.
Summary: 707 and MC play chess, 6 months before the events of the game.
Author’s Notes: There was that post with coffee shop au ideas circulating a while back, and one of them was something about OTP playing chess with each other without knowing whom the other player was.

This is the first of several variations on that theme, with pairings from various fandoms.

On AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10816131/chapters/23996349

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Home - One

Summary: Scarif left Cassian physically a mess, he shouldn’t have even survived according to some doctors, but yet he did, and due to his injuries, he was taken off of field duty. Now, pushing papers on Echo Base with his wounds finally healing fully, Jyn tries to encourage him to try some physical therapy, to see if it’ll help with his pain at least. However, fate seems to change those plans when Jyn comes back injured from a scouting trip, having her leg crushed by a Tauntaun. Now, the both of them physically restricted, they decide to handle their recoveries together, and spending so much time alone leads them to finally explore the feelings they’ve had for one another since they first met. 

A/N: This came from a prompt I got from my birthday, I’ve been slowly going through the list and while most have been one shots, this one just struck me as something I could really elaborate on. So thank you to whoever the lovely anon was that sent me this prompt, there will be fluff eventually in it, but for now, enjoy this heaping piles of angst and hidden feelings from these two dorks! 

Pairing: Rebelcaptain

Rating: M

Words: 2,767

AO3: (x)


MEDICAL REPORT ON CAPTAIN CASSIAN JERON ANDOR

    After the incident on Scarif, Captain Andor was rushed to the medical bay by his fellow injured crewmates, his heartbeat barely able to be captured by the machines. A quick scan was taken of Captain Andor before proceeding with a bacta tank treatment, his injuries were as follows:

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Gryffindors are marked by their steadfast intuitive morality. While Gryffindors are just as capable of looking at things logically and weighing the consequences of different courses of action, they will feel the most at peace with themselves when acting in accordance with their gut morality. Like all individual belief systems, Gryffindors’ vary widely in content and intensity, giving us a wide variety of systems (strong political stances, devotion to a particular religion, extreme commitment to a particular branch of rights) so different Gryffindors can look very different.

One of the Gryffindor Primary’s greatest strengths is their ability to make a decision, and then go out and do their damndest to make a difference. They are willing to sacrifice their safety, social harmony, and a certain amount of logic to do what they feel is right. They can create great change in the world because they are willing to make difficult decisions and then commit fully to that decision, even at the expense of things most other people would not be willing to sacrifice.

Gryffindor Primaries are the type to leave everything and travel halfway across the world if that’s what they feel is necessary. They are the type to work long days and into the night, even while conscious of the hit their relationships with family members and friends might take, because their work is important. It matters in a way that smaller things, even when those things seem important in the moment, don’t. They are one of the Houses most comfortable, as a whole, with being lone wolves, with finding meaning in martyrdom, and with defying even the people they love most, if something is important enough.

However, though a Gryffindor can and will work alone, there is a special strength brought out when they’re part of a team. They can be charismatic and passionate, dedicated and on task, excellent at reminding people what it is they are working towards and how important it is. Their drive can help breathe life into a group on the verge of burnout. Their enthusiasm and genuine belief in the goodness of their goals can unify a group of diverse people. There’s a reason that so many movies about rebellions feature Gryffindor protagonists. They are willing, passionately, to sacrifice and their certainty pulls others along behind them.

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anonymous asked:

first impression: very cool, very good writer, like birds!!!!!! current impression: very cool, very good writer, likes birds, very sweet, deserves good things, a strong person, a friend in a weird anon sorta way!!! -🐠

fish!anon ive said this before but i’ll say it again: i’d die for you

i havent spoken to u outside of the anon realm save for once but just. youre just so so so nice and you go out of the way to make so many different people happy. whenever i see i got a message from you, it’s usually when im tired as fuck and in between classes but you always make me smile even on days when i find smiling difficult. that means so much to me, and you deserve so many good things. All Of Them

thank you for my life fish!anon

Anyways this is rly personal no one asked but I finally?? Opened up about the guy who sexually assaulted me and I feel like a weights been lifted off my shoulders and I feel less generally sick and disgusting. Idk I just stopped caring if other people would look down on me or see me differently and I started to realize no one had the right to make me feel that gross and unsafe. And tbh what made me start speaking out was seeing how the Internet stood up for victims and told me “you’re not alone” and “this isn’t your fault”. I know people always say Shit like “go out and make a REAL difference don’t just yell online about it” but talking about this online IS making a difference. Its creating a dialogue and inspiring survivors of all kinds. And I know Tumblr is weird about self positivity some times but I’m just gonna say it: I’m proud of myself.

  • POC in fandom: It makes me super uncomfortable that fandom's approach to "write what you want" often results in racist and misogynistic works that dehumanize and erase characters of color and female characters (and female characters of color). Whenever I see posts telling fan fiction writers to "write what they want", they tend to be in response to people like me pointing out that fandom is categorically unsafe for POC and women who don't toe the line. There are tons of stories about characters of color being brutalized for the sake of kink and the fact that fandom culture would rather ignore the issues there instead of fixing the fact that that sort of thing is considered the norm, is frightening. Maybe exploring your sexuality and identity shouldn't come at the cost of other people's humanity? Please think about that.
  • A whole bunch of entitled assholes every single fucking time: Don't fucking tell me what to write you fucking SJW. If you can't handle ~problematic~ content, don't critique it even if it's racist or misogynistic or upholds systematic oppression as totally awesome. You're triggering yourself on purpose, that's not our fault. Fan fiction isn't important enough for posts like these. It doesn't matter if someone writes tons of stories dehumanizing black characters so white men can triumph! Just go out into the real world and ~make a difference~ because it's not like fandom is the real world impacted by established biases like cissexism or antiblackness. Freedom of speech is a right so we can write what we want, but you can't critique us. ~Don't police or criticize (white) women's sexuality because fan fiction is so important because it's a way for them to explore their kinks and desires safely even when that means writing sexualized,consensual violence and humiliation as uncritical kink~
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Gryffindors are marked by their steadfast belief in whatever they hold true coupled with the need to act upon this truth. For the Gryffindor Primary, truth begets action.

Gryffindor Primaries are absolutely committed to whatever they believe to be true, and are committed in a very felt and definitive way. Where Ravenclaw Primaries may seek the truth, Gryffindors have already found it. While they are both Idealist Houses, Ravenclaws look at the truth as something to be discovered and Gryffindors look at it as something that is intuitive. Like all beliefs held by individual, they vary widely in content and intensity, giving us a wide variety of systems: strong political stances, devotion to a particular religion, extreme commitment to a human or animal rights.

The Gryffindor Primary’s belief requires them to act on it. They do not tolerate hypocrisy in themselves or others, and to profess to believe something and yet do nothing about it would be hypocritical to them. One of the Gryffindor Primary’s greatest strengths is their ability to make a decision, and then go out and do their damndest to make a difference. They are willing to sacrifice self-preservation, rational thought, and social niceties in favor of doing what is right. They can create great change in the world because they are willing to make difficult decisions and then commit fully to that change, even at the expense of things most other people would not be willing to sacrifice. This is an important distinction to Slytherin Primaries, who often go toe to toe with Gryffindors in the pursuit of their ambitions, but who are far more likely to step down if their mission puts people they care about at risk.

Gryffindor Primaries are visionaries. You’ll find them in nonprofits, giving aid where needed. You’ll find them in great numbers fighting wars, and protesting them as well. They provide asylum to people who have nowhere to go. They are willing to stand up for what they believe in even if it means that they stand alone.

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You’ll Fail

Prompt by scienter: Steroline fan fiction in second person, future tense.

“You’ll Fail” Rating: K

After he leaves, after he’s pressed that little, chaste kiss on your cheek leaving a burn mark that’s yet to go away, you’ll sit in that chair for a very long time.

You’ll think. Think as hard and as long as you can about what’s to come.

You’ll get up from the chair and move on with your life.

You’ll try to sort out the mistakes, make amends, and you’ll try to be happy.

And you will fail.

You’ll think of Bonnie, your “best friend” who used to whisper behind your back with Elena. Poor Elena, stuck in a magical refrigerator until all her human friends - the few that are left - are dead and gone. You’ll wonder if she dreams.

Bonnie, the girl who, once upon a time, conspired to murder the man that just walked out of here. The girl who turned her head in disgust when she saw what you’d become. The girl who would probably blame vampires for the common cold.

No, there will be no solace there. You won’t be able to talk to her about the horrors you’ve inflicted on other people. About your love for the man who were your unwilling accomplice. Not about anything that matters.

You’ll sit at the Skull Bar many nights. Damon and Alaric will be there. Stefan won’t. They will always invite you to join them and you will always decline.

They will be a special brand of sadness that you won’t be able to handle, and you’ll never be able to get past the stage of near-toleration for the man who turned a young teenage girl into an abused, brainwashed and horror-struck human bloodbag. The man who beat you, raped you and laughed in your face.

So you’ll sit in your corner sipping your margaritas, and you will miss your mother more than anything, and you will be alone.

Sometimes you’ll come across Matt. Sweet Matt, studying to get his badge, so he can go out and make a difference. Protect the ordinary people. 

Protect them from you.

And finally you’ll think back to the warmth in your stomach and the way you couldn’t grasp how he really meant what he said, and you’ll think back to that magical sunset and his fingers running through your hair that day before everything went to hell, and you’ll make the call.

“Stefan?”

“… Caroline?”

“Heal me.”

I see all the speculations about J2 and how they were silent about the elections. AND I DON’T CARE. I don’t care about tweets that are inartfully expressed. I don’t care why they didn’t encourage people to vote. I don’t care what they voted. They kept silent about it, wanted it to be private, now they have to deal with it in private, too.

I do care about the one person, who was an inspiration for thousand of people. Who made sure to go out and make a difference for the world. Who put all of his heart into this. Who now is hurting and isn’t ashamed to show it. But who still wants to fight and encourage us to fight with him.

Misha is the one I’m thinking about these days. Because he’s the light in the darkness.

This Weekend is Random Act’s “Annual Melee of Kindness” (AMOK). Won’t you join us?

By way of introduction, let me tell you a story… When i was a kid, we didn’t have a lot of money and a woman driving by saw me and my mom sleeping in a tent on the side of the road. She stopped talked to my mom and an hour later we had checked into a motel and were walking to Abdow’s Big Boy, a burger place with a $14 gift certificate in our hands. This kind stranger had seen that we were down on our luck, she stopped and she paid for us to have a good night’s sleep and a hot meal. I was 6 years old and I’m still talking about it. That one, simple gesture from a stranger has stuck with me my whole life.

My challenge to you: see if you can make a life-long memory by noticing someone and doing something thoughtful for them this Sunday. If you have an elderly neighbor who’s alone, visit them. If you see a homeless person, get them a motel room, or a meal or a book. Wherever you are this weekend, try going out of your way to make a difference in someone’s day.

If you live near Los Angeles and want to join me for an AMOK flash mob, come to the intersection of 5th and Los Angeles Street in downtown Los Angeles at 10AM this Sunday, March 2nd. There are a lot of homeless people in that neighborhood. Bring backpacks filled with things you would like to receive if you were living on the street that we can give away. Fill your gift backpacks with anything from toothpaste to playing cards from sleeping bags to radios to from harmonica’s to cookies. We’ll walk around as a group and find people who could use a boost.

If you don’t live near LA, post about your AMOK act on Twitter or Tumblr with #AMOK, or send photos or videos to us at www.therandomact.org.

At the very least, be nice to yourself this weekend.

See you out there,

Misha

—  Misha Collins

This Weekend is Random Act’s “Annual Melee of Kindness” (AMOK). Won’t you join us?

By way of introduction, let me tell you a story… When i was a kid, we didn’t have a lot of money and a woman driving by saw me and my mom sleeping in a tent on the side of the road. She stopped talked to my mom and an hour later we had checked into a motel and were walking to Abdow’s Big Boy, a burger place with a $14 gift certificate in our hands. This kind stranger had seen that we were down on our luck, she stopped and she paid for us to have a good night’s sleep and a hot meal. I was 6 years old and i’m still talking about it. That one, simple gesture from a stranger has stuck with me my whole life.

My challenge to you: see if you can make a life-long memory by noticing someone and doing something thoughtful for them this Sunday. If you have an elderly neighbor who’s alone, visit them. If you see a homeless person, get them a motel room, or a meal or a book. Wherever you are this weekend, try going out of your way to make a difference in someone’s day.

If you live near Los Angeles and want to join me for an AMOK flash mob, come to the intersection of 5th and Los Angeles Street in downtown Los Angeles at 10AM this Sunday, March 2nd. There are a lot of homeless people in that neighborhood. Bring backpacks filled with things you would like to receive if you were living on the street that we can give away. Fill your gift backpacks with anything from toothpaste to playing cards from sleeping bags to radios to from harmonica’s to cookies. We’ll walk around as a group and find people who could use a boost.

If you don’t live near LA, post about your AMOK act on twitter with #AMOK, or send photos or videos to us at www.therandomact.org.

At the very least, be nice to yourself this weekend.

—  Misha Collins