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The Universal Declaration of Human Rights

1. We are all free and equal. We are all born free. We all have our own thoughts and ideas. We should all be treated in the same way.

2. Don’t discriminate. These rights belong to everybody, whatever our differences.

3. The right to life. We all have the right to life, and to live in freedom and safety.

4. No slavery – past and present. Nobody has any right to make us a slave. We cannot make anyone our slave.

5. No Torture. Nobody has any right to hurt us or to torture us.

6. We all have the same right to use the law. I am a person just like you!

7. We are all protected by the law. The law is the same for everyone. It must treat us all fairly.

8. Fair treatment by fair courts. We can all ask for the law to help us when we are not treated fairly.

9. No unfair detainment. Nobody has the right to put us in prison without a good reason and keep us there, or to send us away from our country.

10. The right to trial. If we are put on trial this should be in public. The people who try us should not let anyone tell them what to do.

11. Innocent until proven guilty. Nobody should be blamed for doing something until it is proven. When people say we did a bad thing we have the right to show it is not true.

12. The right to privacy. Nobody should try to harm our good name. Nobody has the right to come into our home, open our letters or bother us or our family without a good reason.

13. Freedom to move. We all have the right to go where we want in our own country and to travel as we wish.

14. The right to asylum. If we are frightened of being badly treated in our own country, we all have the right to run away to another country to be safe.

15. The right to a nationality. We all have the right to belong to a country.

16. Marriage and family. Every grown-up has the right to marry and have a family if they want to. Men and women have the same rights when they are married, and when they are separated.

17. Your own things. Everyone has the right to own things or share them. Nobody should take our things from us without a good reason.

18. Freedom of thought. We all have the right to believe in what we want to believe, to have a religion, or to change it if we want.

19. Free to say what you want. We all have the right to make up our own minds, to think what we like, to say what we think, and to share our ideas with other people.

20. Meet where you like. We all have the right to meet our friends and to work together in peace to defend our rights. Nobody can make us join a group if we don’t want to.

21. The right to democracy. We all have the right to take part in the government of our country. Every grown-up should be allowed to choose their own leaders.

22. The right to social security. We all have the right to affordable housing, medicine, education, and child care, enough money to live on and medical help if we are ill or old.

23. Workers’ rights. Every grown-up has the right to do a job, to a fair wage for their work, and to join a trade union.

24. The right to play. We all have the right to rest from work and to relax.

25. A bed and some food. We all have the right to a good life. Mothers and children, people who are old, unemployed or disabled, and all people have the right to be cared for.

26. The right to education. Education is a right. Primary school should be free. We should learn about the United Nations and how to get on with others. Our parents can choose what we learn.

27. Culture and copyright. Copyright is a special law that protects one’s own artistic creations and writings; others cannot make copies without permission. We all have the right to our own way of life and to enjoy the good things that “art,” science and learning bring.

28. A free and fair world. There must be proper order so we can all enjoy rights and freedoms in our own country and all over the world.

29. Our responsibilities. We have a duty to other people, and we should protect their rights and freedoms.

30. Nobody can take away these rights and freedoms from us.



It was February 3rd.
Officially reading week.
I sat with my arms folded on the settee, my nostrils flaring as Mike happily skipped out of the front door after saying his goodbyes.
I knew Zayn was soon to follow.

“I can’t believe you’re going to stay here on your own.” He mumbled, zipping up his bag on top of the table. “You know if I wasn’t going on holiday, I’d stay in a heartbeat. Or at least invite you to mine.”

“I know you would. But it’s fine, don’t worry.”

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“So, you’re my new tutor, right?” Isaac said, walking over to where I was sitting. Isaac Polsen was the most popular person in the high school; for after he won the state championship for basketball his whole life had been getting better and better. He was good looking, smart, and got every girl and, according to the rumors, guy he could have ever wanted. Not only did he have the perfect life, but he was also rich and was planned to be on the states NBA team when he was old enough.

I on the other hand was short, lanky, pale, and forgettable. The only thing I had going for me was that I was good in Calculus, and that’s what brought Isaac to me.

“Yeah, my name is Stephen.” I stuck out my hand and he shook It vigorously.

“I’m Isaac.” It was funny he would mention that even though he probably knew that everyone knew his name.

“Let’s start on page 729.” I flipped open to the page as he pulled out a basketball to twirl. As I talked, Isaac began to spin
the basketball over and over on top of his finger. Every now and then I would look up to see if he was catching on, and he would give me a simple nod and then I would glance back down and begin again. Except every time I looked up, it took me longer to get back down. There was something about that ball that was making me lose my interest. I started to get hotter and a little sweaty until finally I heard Isaac say;

“Look up.”

I did, and this time I didn’t try to glance back down; I just stayed. He smiled and began to closer to my face from across the table.

“You see, Stephen, I didn’t need you to tutor me,” he smiled again and sat back down, “I was here to tutor you, isn’t that right?”

Suddenly something clicked open in my head. Thoughts began whirring out of my head as I looked at him. My numerous facts and ideas drifted away until there was nearly nothing left except some basic knowledge.

“But I wasn’t here to tutor you in math was I? I was here to tutor you in basketball.”

He tossed me the basketball and as soon I as I had caught it, my body began to become tense. My legs began to stretch underneath the table until my height reached 6”7’. My arms, biceps, triceps, and quads began to bulk up with muscles as my thighs and calves became as strong as steal. My flat stomach sucked in a little to form a nearly visible six pack. My hands began to grow thicker and meatier to help support the basketball. Calluses began to form to help show the years of hard work I had done. My feet began to expand in my shoes, going up slowly. By Size 11, my shirt ripped to shreds. Size 12 and my pants were stretching to the limit as hair began to flood across my body. Size 13 and my brown hair became I dusty, dumb blonde. Size 14 and my neck began to grow as my Adam’s apple pushed forward proudly. Size 15 and my had became bigger and more brutish, but in a sexier, young adult way. My hair got cut a little shorter as a small beard grew in. My memories began to be replaced by getting laid with my bros and drinking. D’s and F’s were becoming my new grades as my IQ hit 83. My cock expanded in my underwear, which had transformed to a pair of Calvin Klein. As my feet reached Size 16, my cock reached 9 inches and my newly acquired bull nuts burst all over me and partly on Isaac. My old life is blew out and my new, basketball jock life settled in.

“Now are you ready for your tutoring session, brah?”

“After one more, bro, and no homo.”

“Ok, Steven, but let’s make this quick.”

Signs as Types of Alignments

Capricorn: Neutral good - They always try to be good but sometimes, they don’t do what’s absolutely right, just good enough.

Aquarius: True neutral - They don’t want to be the best but they don’t want to be the worst either so they just do.

Pisces: Chaotic good - They try to do the absolutely best thing that they would be the best which means doing things that are completely unnecessary.

Aries: Lawful evil - They won’t completely screw something over so they kinda do their worst while caring at the same time.

Taurus: True neutral - As long as they get the job done, they’re fine with it no matter how crappy it is.

Gemini: Lawful good - They make sure that everything is perfect and that nothing is screwed up because they don’t wanna be responsible if something goes wrong.

Cancer: Chaotic evil - They often don’t think and/or care about the consequences of what they do before they do it so it just happens.

Leo: Chaotic neutral - Most of the time, they’re too lazy to do something that they’re capable of so they just do whatever they think is good enough.

Virgo: Lawful neutral - They may be perfectionist but they’ll only use the tools given to them; usually they won’t go outside the box.

Libra: Chaotic good - They so extra that they need to do whatever it takes to be the best so they do the most out righteous thing most humans wouldn’t even think of doing.

Scorpio: Chaotic neutral - They’ll try their best to do the thing that will benefit the most while doing the less (bad grammar but who cares)

Sagittarius: Neutral evil - They wouldn’t care either way as long as it’s doing what it’s supposed to do, it’s all good.

anonymous asked:


so, like, here’s the thing - and this is going to be the most dramatic thing you ever read - i want to wear eyeliner to this movie. the most poppin, sharpest eyeliner you’ve ever scene. sharp enough to kill ares for diana. sharp enough to make deathstroke have a sudden need to whet the blade of his murderdaggers and murderswords and shit, right? and then i want to walk out of this movie with that perfect eyeliner smudged so badly i look like a bleached raccoon. i want there to be a veritable waterfall of ink cutting its way down my face. i want to walk out of that theater and cry over my steering wheel for 15 minutes until i’m safe to drive.

i want this because we have the clear opportunity to get this - the batman solo undoubtedly has a lot of potential to punch through my chest cavity and tear out my beating heart, because snyder’s given it the perfect set-up. you want a batman struggling with guilt, with alcohol, with suicidal inclinations, you want a batman who cradled robin’s dead body to his chest and screamed - you want a batman who lives in a gotham that’s churned out corpses like the sky churns out rain, and you want a batman that’s relearned how to believe that the light will come, well, you can have your cake and eat it too. you could have a hugely powerful story if you would just dare to go there. if you would just DARE.

anonymous asked:

I feel bad for not posting on my blog much... I've been sick, I got a foster dog, I'm going to rehab, and I'm having family problems. I'm just not able to, but i feel awful. I finally know how Mark, Seán, and Ethan feel when they're apologizing to us for not posting and we're telling them it's ok. But GOD it's hard to not feel bad. I'm not good enough, why am I like this.

Honey, don’t feel bad about it at all! You have a lot going on and if you’re not able to right now, that’s completely fine. You can always come back to it when things calm down and get better, yknow?

You’re definitely good enough. More than enough, even. It’s alright, honey. I promise <3

mrschaeffer  asked:

Really exist lowlife idiots who mantain you paying for nudes? Wow this is ridiculous and this guys should be exterminated is a shame for males...

A lot of men pay for porn instead of viewing stolen porn on the internet. Like do you understand everyone working in the porn industry is getting paid? Of course not because you’d like to think the good people of Brazzers care enough about your boner to upload content on red tube so you can jerk off for free as if porn is a right and not a luxury so you can go back to your busy day of photoshopping beards on yourself for fun and posting your results to your 2 bot followers on Tumblr dot com

Honestly, I didn’t think it was possible, but… I think Dragon Ball Super actually succeeded at making Frieza an even better villain than he was in DBZ.

Because now he’s actually learned from all his past mistakes, and has really upped his game to becoming a legitimate chessmaster along with being uber powerful, whereas before he could only claim one of those things. Toriyama only knows what his endgame for the Universe Survival arc will be and how things play out, but so far everything with Frieza this saga has just been SOOOO good and leaves me excited to see what the pay off will be.

Frieza was already my favourite villain, so it’s especially exciting for me. Just goes to show that when the Toei writers have an affinity for a character and are given enough freedom and the right direction by Toriyama, they can pull off some amazing stuff.


A Witch’s Vein and Blood Stains short set months after the epilogue. 
~2.6k words, gen.

For @crookedcherryblossoms for all your lovely messages that I can never find the words to respond to adequately.

Did you know that in Scotland red butterflies were once believed to be a witch in disguise?

Shiganshina, although barely registering as even a speck on the most meticulous of maps, was pretty well enough known in the right kind of crowd. Great bustling cities might have a handful of legitimate witches amongst the hordes of charlatans and pretenders, but it was a lucky thing in the countryside to have a reliable crone even three days ride away. For such a small village to have two good witches to its name cemented Shiganshina pretty securely on the radar of any theurgist worth half their salt, and with such a title and reputation came power in more than just the arcane sense.

Levi’s last two visits to Shiganshina had been brief and distracted to say the least. He was barely conscious the first time, and the second time he’d been too focused on his singular mission to meet Eren. So having accepted Carla’s unsettlingly ominous invitation to visit the family, Levi was fully prepared for some heavy scrutiny and awkward dinner conversation. Trying to impress the parents was never an easy task, but that was so regardless of the magical capabilities of the parents in question. He figured he’d sat through enough stately dinners at Lord’s houses with Erwin to know how to make half a good impression. He’d just never counted on how similar that likeness would turn out to be.

“My father is the village doctor. His name is Grisha, but everyone calls him ‘Sir’ or ‘Doctor Jaeger’ round here,” Eren said. Levi was getting a crash-course in all the necessary background information he would need to prepare himself for the meeting. It felt like a military debriefing, or at least he thought so. Eren just seemed thrilled to be home and showing Levi around the place he grew up. “He’s pretty easy going, you really don’t have to worry about him. He mostly lets my mother do all the talking.”

“Your mother,” Levi echoed uneasily. “Right.”

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note to u:

thank you for your time spent reading and liking/relogging, and gifting me with replies and tags ^^

it’s hard for me to respond to them, but i read every one and they always really delight me. it means a lot to me ((this one small individual in a wide universe~~))

little stumbles aside, i feel generally good about my place in life right now and especially with writing, and i feel especially thankful that i’ve been able to experience your encouragement and support with my writing these past few years ^^ as well as been fortunate enough to be inspired by everyone’s words/art/ideas, no matter how small you think they are /////

idk there’s really no reason for this message, there are some things troubling me but i also feel a little bright today and wanted to share that flicker of good feeling. thank you!! and i hope you have a fantastic day ahead!! 💖

Finally allowed to rent a car with out those pesky underage fees!! There’s no way we’re 25 today, right? It’s true what they say, time flies by. You guys make our life 10000000000000 x more wonderful and we will never be able to thank you enough. 25, lets make it a good one 

Quick PSA

If you’re intending to cause drama with me, or want attack me just because I dislike (NOT HATE) something that you happen to be into (you wanna be into that thing? Cool, you do you; it’s your life, it’s all good), or if you want to attack me for having an opinion, unfollow me right fucking now. 

I’m allowed to feel safe on my blog. Drama and hate of any kind will not and NEVER BE tolerated. If you’re the kind of person to start shit and attack someone without having a civil discussion at all? Bye. Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out. I have no time for Drama, don’t even try - unfollow me and move on with your life. 

Murder with the Devil and Friends: Chapter 20 - Fidelity

And thus concludes Act I of our show. Act II will commence on Friday, as per usual.

NEW: UPDATES FRIDAY/SUNDAY/TUESDAY! That’s right, 3 updates a week! Lucky you~

Words: 3,595
Warnings: None
Intermission Music: Heartland - Tom Walker

It rained the next day.

Michael demanded that the window nearest him be opened, despite Lindsay’s warnings that it would make him sick.

“Only thing I’m sick of is the goddamn sunshine,” Michael told her. “It’s good enough for the greenery, it’s good enough for me.”

“Your damn casts won’t dry,” Lindsay said, gesturing to the new plaster casts on every single one of Michael’s limbs.

“Ain’t like I’m in a hurry,” he said.

“It’s a good goddamn thing we ain’t got that wheelchair yet,” Lindsay said, opening the window and letting in the soft noise and the smell of wet dust. “Elsewise I bet you’d be out there gettin’ soaked.”

“Bet you I would, too,” said Michael.

“Your damn wrists’re both broken, you wouldn’t have no use for the chair anyhow.”

“I’d get you to push me.”

“No the hell you wouldn’t.”

“Fine, I’d get somebody else to push me.”

“Like who, Ryan?”

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I took these series of photo a few years back at my favorite little country church, St Felix in Kinde, Michigan. It was our home away from Home parish when we spend time up north on Lake Huron. (Sadly the church closed with the parish consolidations.) Surrounded by rotating fields of corn or sugar beets, the church boasts a beautiful Victorian rectory, a Lady of Fatima shrine framed by large old cedar trees, and a well manicured cemetery that dates back to the civil war. The cherry on top is an old school playground with wooden see-saws, a leg breaking and warp speed merry-go-round, and a swing set that is off balance enough that the entire contraption nervously rocks. At the time it was perfect leverage with our small children as reward for good behavior, all the while we prayed no one would get too hurt. Located right across the street sits a little farm house where the family would walk over for mass and their dog faithfully followed. He escorted them to the side entrance and sat patiently waiting for the hour to be up for them to return. I felt bad for him in inclement weather, like on the day I took his photo, where it was cold and raining. I had wondered if maybe he was not too bright for his passive disposition despite the elements but now I realize he was, most likely, simply far wiser than myself.

Enough already…

This year sucks. Like just sucks completely. The bad is just outweighing the good like no tomorrow. I lose my step dad to cancer/pneumonia in August and now I lose my baby girl Sasha to liver cancer.

What the actual fuck?

I am just beside myself right now . I can’t fucking believe this. Enough already! I’m done! I can’t even tell what emotion this is. Anger or sadness, it’s a mix. It’s infuriating! Not to mention I found out about her cancer while at work. I can’t even break down here for more than a few minutes.

The only good thing is that she isn’t suffering anymore. My beloved baby girl will be at peace.

Bye my precious baby, mama loves you.

g o d i feel like im abt to have another massive crying breakdown but i have work in less than three hours and i cant AFFORD to be freaking out like that right now and if i take off work then everyones gonna use it as proof of “see? you ARENT good enough” and i just cant do all of this at once

anonymous asked:

so i recently got together with this guy, but he doesn't want anyone to know. it's not like a FWB thing, but i'm scared. what if i'm not good enough for him?

Hmm that sucks… Can you ask him what the reason is? It happened to a friend of mine, they were dating for 9 months when she found out he was still living together with his ‘girlfriend’.. You have the right to know why it has to be a secret. Protect urself anon! X ♥️

imbaldingandicantgetup  asked:

Harry and Justin are completely different people though...you can't compare them. Justin has a very "fuck it" attitude and tends to do whatever he wants. Why did harry accept to do the show? Because I think he'll accept anything that he can get at this point. Contrary to what hshq wants us to believe, I doubt that H is in high demand right now. I believe that's why we haven't seen him at award shows. It's not because he's too good for them but rather that HE'S not good enough.