crying for the march of humanity

Newcomers Pt6

“EAT IT!!!”

“NO”

“I SAID EAT IT!”

“GET OFF ME WOMAN!!” Hesky shouts throwing Karen off him and running out the door.

“YOU WILL ACCEPT MY VALENTINE LOVE!!!” she shouts chasing after him holding her home made chocolates above her head.


The two Humans screaming and running past Dr Loop’s door was nothing out of the ordinary these days, he liked the Humans and found them fascinating and rather good company. That did not mean that he did not find them odd to the point of thinking they were all insane. Some were quiet and preferred to be alone and other were loud and found hurting themselves to be hilarious. Suddenly his door opened with another Human limping.

“What happened to you?” Dr Loop asks.

“Sergeant Stabby got me” he replies.

“Why do you keep it around and why the Admiral allows that thing to stay I’ll never know”

“Don’t talk ill of Sergeant Stabby, he is war hero you know”

“IT is a cleaning machine”

“Irrelevant he is a hero and deserves our respect”

“But-”

“SHHHHHH here he comes”

Sergeant Stabby made his way into the Dr’s office and bumped into a few wall and furniture all the while the Human stood up and saluted it until it left.

“Tell me something um…” Dr Loop said

“Cho”

“Cho, tell me something Cho is it the norm for you race to be so….nuts?”

Cho smiled “You’ve never been to Terra have you?”

“No”

“Shame, because if you think we are crazy you’d love to see us on our home world”

Dr Loop just scoffed and went to look at Cho’s foot. “The bleeding has already stopped”

“Well yeah he doesn’t stab us deeply”

“But still  for wound like this to stop bleeding so soon”

“Yeah it’s clotting? Wait…have you worked on Humans before”

“I have studied Human anatomy yes”

“But actually worked with one? In person before we got here?”

Dr Loop did not like his skills being questioned, his race the Seelom were a very proud race especially of their skills.

“It matters not, I know all the ins and outs of your kinds bodies, probably better than you and the rest of your backwards and primitive kind”

Cho raised an eyebrow “Give your arm for a sec” he asked.

“Why?”

“Just trust me”

Dr Loop gave him one of his right arms and Cho stuck out his tongue all the while looking at his face for a reaction but Dr Loop just looked confused and a little disgusted.

Cho licked his arm and a split second later Dr Loop was screaming as Cho’s saliva burned through his skin.

Dr Loop fell tot he floor cradling his arm and after a few more seconds the burning stopped and Cho was on his feet.

“Guess you forgot our saliva is like acid to your kind” he said and left without helping him up.



The Benemar Chief of Admiral Polts fleet was back on Bento Prime, he had already been disgraced for not seeking justice after one of his clan leaders was killed by a Human female. And to let the Humans gain all the glory for the liberation of Remer making their kind out to be a joke.

“Cheif Goolack of the Benemar step forward!” called one of the High Chieftains and he stpped forward.

“You are a coward and weak, you let the murder of your own kind go unanswered and these Humans push you around like your are their slave, what say you in your defence”

Chief Goolack stood up straight, the chains around his wrists were heavy and those around his legs were heavier, his pig-like nose snorted and his tusks had been cut to show his disgrace.

“I am a Benemar and I fought for our people and uphold my laws and our laws say that the STRONG!!! rule. Well the Humans have shown their strength and I saw their might in battle against a foe who outnumbered them many times over and they came away from that battle covered in the blood of their enemies. They are the only race who has ever besieged our world and you judge me as a coward for respecting strength?”

“They are the ENEMY!!! they burned our breeding pens and they must be wiped out. They are gaining too much power, power they are taking from us”

The court cheered and banged their weapons which were a combination of ancient war axes and rifles against their armour.

“Let this cry go out across to the star to all Benemar, the Alliance high command has given us the location oft heir breeding ground, we march…TO WAR!!!!”


The Benemar all over the Alliance suddenly began disappearing from Alliance ships, when asked why they were going back to their home world they simply replied “The High Chief has risen the banner”

Many thought this was the Benemar about to begin an independent push into Gal territory but they did not deny or confirm this and the army on Bento Prime continued to grow, the Humans though did not trust the Benemar and kept their eye on them.


Life in Admiral Polts fleet went on a s usual, or as usual it could be with the Humans around and with the Benemar now gone their was no hostility in the air. The Humans did their best to include the other races in their odd practices such as celebrating the anniversary of ones birth. They even as far to inquire to the other races celebrations and traditions and asked to take part which made the others rather flattered. They ranged from celebrating the unification of the Fookkarl under one banner which the Humans described as one large orgy as there was a lot of kissing but the Humans obliged.

The fun did not stop there.

Depit, an Elong like Admiral Polt was travelling in the ship main elevator to the observatory when it stopped to let a number of other crew off but only person got on. It was a Human, female by the looks of her but her stomach was huge, maybe she had just eaten he thought to himself. The elevator stopped a few more times and before long it was only him and this Human who from her tag her name was Sergeant Cathy. He started to sweat, he saw what was left of the body of the Benemar that she had attacked.

She smiled at him and gave a nervous smile back but nothing was said between them, until the elevator suddenly and harshly stopped.

“Ahhh!” Cathy screamed at the sudden change of momentum.

“Are you okay?” he asked and she nodded. “Must be a power outage” he tired raising maintenance but go response, there was no power to the that call button either. Suddenly Cathy was breathing fast and hard.

“Umm, are you sure you’re okay” he asked again but she shook her head and held her large stomach.

“The baby is coming” she panted.

“Baby? What baby?”

“I’m FUCKING PREGNANT YOU ASSHOLE!!! she screamed and he jumped.

“Oh? OH?!!! CRAP!”

Cathy sat down as her water broke and leaned back.

“What do I do!! HELP!” he shouted into the call button in some hope that someone would hear.

“What…what is your name?” she asked.

“Depit”

“Depit, come here I need you to help me” she said holding out her hand and he slowly came and she grabbed it.

“I don’t know what to do” Depit said.

“Just hold my hand and squeeze when I squeeze!”

“What?”

“AHHHHHHH” Cathy screamed and squeezed Depits hand so hard she broke two of his fingers as he had tried to pull away when he heard the word squeeze.

“WHY YOU PULL AWAY!!!” she shouted at him.

“You’ll break my hand if you squeeze it”

It then dawn on her that Humans were far stronger than Elong, so she pulled off her trousers and tore off a piece so she could bite down on it and screamed again.

“Why are you screaming what’s happening I don’t how to help” Depit said panicking.

“IM HAVING CONTRACTIONS YOU FUCKING IMBECILE!”

“WHAT ARE THOSE!!!!”

“MY BODY IS GETTING READY TO PUSH THE BABY OUT!”

“OF WHERE!!”

“WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK?!!!”

Another contraction came and she screamed so loud Depit had to cover his ears.

This went on for over and hour till finally Cathy stopped screaming as contractions suddenly stopped.

“Okay…okay” she said to herself with Depit fanning her with his wings.

“How long does this usually go on for?” he asked.

“My mother was in labour for 32 hours with me”

“32 HOURS!”

“Ah don’t shout, I’m lucky the contractions have stopped”

“What happens next?”

Cathy looked at him “Next comes the pushing”

“Elong births are lot…faster than this”

“You’re a bird race, you have it easy” she laughed. Then started panting. “Here it comes! Get between my legs!!”

Depit obeyed and cathy spread herself and Depit froze.

“What do I do?”

“Catch!”

“Catch?”

Cathy burst into laughter “I’m kidding, just guide it out”

Depit got ready and Cathy screamed again, this time louder and so much Depit thoughtt he walls were shaking.

“I can see the egg”

“IT’S NOT AN EGG IT’S A FUCKING HEAD!! WE DON’T LAY FUCKING EGGS!!!”

“WHAT!!! HOW THE…I’M SORRY…BY CREATION WHAT THE…..!” he screamed as the head appeared.

Cathy started breathing again and moved her hand to feel where the baby was “okay, one more” she positioned herself and Depit put his hands by the baby’s head and Cathy pushed with every ounce of her remaining strength and it fell into Depits arms.

After the baby began crying he handed it to Cathy who wrapped it up in her jacket and cradled it.

“It’s a boy” she said.

“No wonder your race is so tough, you endure coming into the world like that and are willingly go through it to bring one of your own into the world”

“And we do it over and over again, I’ll be doing at least two more times I think” she laughed “What did you say your name was again?”

“Depit, my name is Depit”

Cathy smiled and looked down at her son “Do you mind if I call my son Depit?”

Depit’s eyes nearly shot out of his head, for a child to bear ones name is a great honor among his people. “You would do me that honour?”

“Of course, you brought him into the world, well I did most of the work but still”

“Thankyou” he said smiling.

“Oh beware of the after birth”

“The what?” Depit said looking down just as it slumped down in front of him.


In the higher levels and completely unaware of the new addition to their family the Humans were having a friendly game of football with some of the Aliens when Captain Clerk called for a stop. Admiral Polt was with him and everyone could tell by their Captains face that something had happened.

“Men and woman of the 8th Human army” Clerk started “Approximately 16 hours ago the Benemar launched a full scale assault on Terra”

The air became heavy as if every Human and Alien had stopped breathing, no one spoke.

“The battle is still going on and all Human forces are being recalled to aid the defence force fighting there, our latest report says they have breached our outer defence net and are landing their troops. So get your stuff I want us ready to go yesterday!!”

The Humans didn’t say anything and as a single mind dropped what they were doing and ran to their quarters and collected all their belongings and things they brought with them. The cargo hold that they had made their own was dismantled within 10 minutes, every Human was found and accounted for including Cathy and her new son Depit. Hesky was thrilled to see his son but annoyed that she named him something that reminded him of cesspit.

Within 2 hours the Humans were all loaded onto their own ships, they said a quick farewell to their Alien friends and set off for Terra.

The Benemar continued their assault, unaware that word had gotten out about their attack on Terra, unaware of the armada coming for them.

Grover is political and I will fight you about this

Grover was at the March for Science
Grover trading his regular hat for a pink pussy hat
Grover crying the night of the election
Grover angrily explaining that if nothing changes Percy’s going to be the only one who can stay at CHB, because it’s COMPLETELY UNDERWATER BECAUSE HUMANS CAN’T CONTROL THEMSELVES
Grover getting papers forged and nervously registering to vote, and it’s supposed to be a secret but he accidentally tells to many people, and like just imagine random campers coming up and clapping him on the back and congratulating him

“Newroz in Cizre, (Northern Kurdistan) 1992”


Every year on March 21st, the Kurdish people celebrate Newroz. In the Kurdish language, Newroz means “New Day”, by which Kurds mean the first day of spring. The Kurdish calendar begins on this day. Newroz, therefore, is the new day, the first day of the New Year. The Kurdish nation has been celebrating Newroz since the time of ancient history.

It is claimed that this tradition dates back to the myth of Kawa the Blacksmith. On March 21st in the year 612 B.C., Kawa killed the Assyrian tyrant Dehak and liberated the Kurds and many other peoples in the Middle East. Dehak was an evil king who represented cruelty, abuse, and enslavement of peoples. People used to pray every day for God to help them to get rid of Dehak.


On Newroz day, Kawa led a popular uprising and surrounded Dehak’s palace. Kawa then rushed passed the king’s guards and grabbed Dehak by the neck. Kawa then struck the evil tyrant on the head with a hammer and dragged him off his throne. With this heroic deed, Kawa set the people free and proclaimed freedom throughout the land.

A huge fire was lit on the mountaintops to send a message: firstly to thank God for helping them having defeated Dehak, and secondly to the people to tell them they were free. This is where the tradition of the Newroz fire originates. Today, Newroz is not just a day for remembering, it is also a day for the protest and resistance against the oppression which the Kurdish people continue to suffer from.

The Kurdish people need a voice in international affairs. Let us light the fire of justice and peace! Now is the time for all people to show their solidarity and support the national struggle for freedom in Kurdistan. This struggle is not just for Kurdistan; it is for all humanity.

Every year on 21st March in all parts, hamlets, villages, towns, cities of Kurdistan as well as by Kurds living in the Diasporas, they gather to show their unity, joy as well as cry out their need for freedom and democracy. The largest gathering is the North-Kurdistani city of Amed (Diyarbakir) where over a million people celebrate Newroz each year.

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“What is worth living for?”
I think that life itself is worth living for. If you are not living the life that you want, you fight to achieve that life. “ — Jensen Ackles (JIBCon 2015) 

Happy 38th Birthday Jensen Ackles  ♥
March 1st 1978 

Tales of the Peculiar starters

From “Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children” and “Hollow City”


“I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was.”

“When someone won’t let you in, eventually you stop knocking.”

“Stars, too, were time travelers. How many of those ancient points of light were the last echoes of suns now dead? How many had been born but their light not yet come this far? If all the suns but ours collapsed tonight, how many lifetimes would it take us to realize we were alone? I had always known the sky was full of mysteries—but not until now had I realized how full of them the earth was.”  

“We cling to our fairy tales until the price for believing in them becomes too high.”   

“Sometimes it’s better not to look back.”   

“…so one day my mother sat me down and explained that I couldn’t become an explorer because everything in the world had already been discovered. I’d been born in the wrong century, and I felt cheated.”

“Laughing doesn’t make bad things worse any more than crying makes them better.” 

“Forgive me. I continue to underestimate the breadth of your ignorance.”  

“Sometimes you just need to go through a door.” 

“How many times have I told you? Polite persons do not take supper in the nude.”   

“But these weren’t the kind of monsters that had tentacles and rotting skin, the kind a seven-year-old might be able to wrap his mind around–they were monsters with human faces, in crisp uniforms, marching in lockstep, so banal you don’t recognize them for what they are until it’s too late.”

“She moved to pinch me again but I blocked her hand. I’m no expert on girls, but when one tries to pinch you four times, I’m pretty sure that’s flirting.”

“No one can hurt you as badly as the people you love.”

“I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.”   

“Will you quit shouting and let me bleed in peace!”

“I don’t mean to be rude but what are you people?”

“I imagine we’re killing ourselves right now in al manner of ways that’ll seem insane to people in the future.”

“We hadn’t spoken since the day he nearly shoved me off the roof, but we both understood the importance of maintaining the illusion of having friends.” 

“That is/was our friendship: equal parts irritation and cooperation.”

“You tread a precariously thin line between being charmingly headstrong and insufferably pigheaded.” 

“Right at the flamingo orgy! Left at the multiethnic roof Santas! Straight past the pissing cherubs!” 

“You may choose to live in a world of fantasy if you like, my dear, but I am a realist.”

Y'all ever think the same black men black women are crying and marching for could be the exact same ones that can’t stand black women… y'all never think about the fact that black woman are potentially protesting for a pool of men that certainly have a pool that didn’t like them and didn’t see them as fully human?…..no? Just me?

As an environmental research scientist, I'll be marching for many reasons, but mostly I'm treating this as the very last cry for action before our current downward trajectory becomes locked in by businesses to powerful to fail or stop, and future generations will have to adapt to a much more diminished standard of living due to present day's blatant greed and ignorance. In short, humanity's future is screwed.
My Heart’s Words for Humanity

I generally use this platform to write poetry about a woman that I love, named Angela. But today, my heart is heavy and my soul weak as the many words within my being have begged me to release them. So I will, and I hope you will listen …

I am a spiritual guy, who believes love, peace, communication, and understanding are far better ways for resolving differences versus war, destruction, terror and murder.  I am a man who wears his heart on sleeve, who looks at a person’s soul to truly find the essence of who they are, and who will give all that I have when I see another in need. I cry at the injustice and inequality that continues to plague, not only my community but communities all over our country and the world. I have marched, I have protested, I have even unfortunately gotten into physical confrontations with people, who found inequality, racism and discrimination as a good thing, the American way and right.

So I have chosen to live a life that battles against these sort of people and laws that allow injustice, inequality, racism and discrimination of ANY KIND. I am not special, thankfully there are millions and millions of beautiful souls out there who also believe in equality for every single human being on this earth, regardless of one’s race, ethnicity, cultural beliefs, religion, sexual preference, gender identity and social class.

The problem…. there are still people in this world who continue to remain invested in representing hate, discrimination, blatant racism and/or ideologies that have been known to leave a trail of destruction and innocent lives in their wake. This destruction that I speak of is not only seen in times of war, far too often in normal everyday circumstances, innocent people are brutally murdered due to the color of their skin, ethnicity, social class, religious beliefs, sexual preference or gender identity. And far too often the guilty parties in these crimes go unpunished. So the injustice cycle continues at the sake of innocent lives being lost.

Sadly, another horrific crime recently happened. Just yesterday in Manchester England 22 innocent lives were lost. The youngest was only 8 years old, here name was Saffie Rose Roussos. These young children and teenagers were doing what all adolescents do at their age; enjoying a concert of their favorite musical performer. These 22 precious and innocent souls are now in Heaven, but my heart questions, “why?” Why, are they not with their parents enjoying an evening dinner, playing with their latest gadget, with friends discussing boys or girls and their future dreams? Why, does anyone EVER think the answer to any problem, is to murder innocent people? Why did the man guilty of this horrific atrocity choose children, teenagers, who are innocent of any crime, ideology, or belief that should have deemed them a target of something so utterly senseless and cruel. Why is all my heart is crying at this time …

When will it stop? When will the taking of innocent lives stop? When will the belief system that one race, ethnicity, culture, religion, sexuality or gender is the right and only answer? When will we ALL not see that we are each part of each other? We may not be bound by blood, but we are bound by the human connections of our soul, which make us ONE humanity… regardless of any differences that we may have.

I ask each of you to question, why. To look within the essence of what makes you, you and ask WHY does our world need to be this way? Why, are some people so adamant on believing that their views, race, religion, etc. is the ONLY answer? Why, can we all not learn to accept our differences and realize that we are infinitely and innately connected to one another and that together we are far more powerful than we are apart or segregated by our differences or belief systems.

If you have made it this far within this reading, with my whole entire being, I thank you. I thank you for reading my words, even if you do not agree, or only agree to some of what I may have said. What matters most is that somewhere deep down within your soul, you too are aware, you too want change, and you too are tired and broken, overseeing innocent lives lost.

Nothing about me makes me special. I am just one man who gives a great deal about living a life that I will be proud of when it is my time to leave this earth. Regardless of any differences, imagine if each one of us could think along these terms?

May each of you be blessed with love, light, happiness and peace. And may the precious lives of the far too many innocent souls lost, be forever blessed.

Please question, why?

Always,

Tyler Anzan Cota

anonymous asked:

10 things Gabriel finds fascinating about humanity

I.
One day, Gabriel goes to Jacob-called-Israel, carrying a message from the Lord. Jacob is busy in the fields, but Leah is there—she smiles at him with tender eyes, and makes him welcome in the shade of Jacob’s tent. I will find you meat and drink,she says, giving her infant daughter to Gabriel’s arms easily, the gesture practiced as habit. Rest a while here. We shall send Jacob to you when he comes.

She leaves Gabriel there, child heavy in his arms.

Dinah—for that is the child’s name—has large, dark eyes, and grasps at his halo like it is a plaything. Once or twice, she pulls it over Gabriel’s ears and into her mouth, gumming at the edge and whimpering when it cuts her lips. You are a strange little thing, Gabriel tells her, touching a finger to the soft shell of her ear. She is all softness, even the dusting of dark hair across her pate.

It is nearly sundown by the time Jacob comes, and Dinah has fallen asleep against Gabriel’s chest. He returns her to Leah’s arms then, so that he and Jacob might conference with one another.

His own arms seem emptier, after.

It seems only a little while later he is walking in Shechem, when he passes a woman—no different than any other woman in the street, except that her eyes are large and dark, full of an inherited tenderness, and there is a place where her mouth tucks in, as though it were cut by the sharp, celestial edge.

Dinah, Gabriel says, faltering. He almost does not recognize her, this woman who is flint and sun and nothing of softness. It had not seemed so long by the reckoning of angels, but—he can see ruin in her wake now, grief and strength in her visage.

She stops. Do you know me? Dinah asks.

I—no. No, I do not know you, Gabriel says, for angels do not lie.

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A/N: So Jules got me to fill a request for them and it was challenging, but definitely interesting! I changed up the request a bit, but I hope it’s still kind of what you wanted. Buckle up, ‘cause things are about to get interesting 😈

“When you open your requests again you should definitely make an imagine about how you’re James’s daughter and he’s super over protective (people will look at you and he’ll snap, guys look at you and he’ll kill them). You finally get a boyfriend and he kills him but it’s in the hotel so he’s stuck there 😂”

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A/N: I made the soldier a human one from BotFA because I really don’t think that any elf who valued his life would do that.

Imagine being Thranduil’s pregnant wife and a soldier gets rough and grabs your arm, making you cry out in pain and Thranduil gets extremely mad.

——— Request for anon ———

You hadn’t even realized you’d angered him until he gripped your arm, “The battlefield’s no place for a pregnant woman! Stay out of the way, wench!” The soldier’s grip tightened as he tugged you forward, pushing you to the side when you cried out. Your pained squeal had made Thranduil’s head snap in your direction, eyes filled with worry which morphed into anger when he realized the cause of the sound.

“You dare lay hand on my queen?” he growled, marching over to the human who began to realize his mistake, and just who you were. Thranduil drew his blade, pointing it at the cowering man, “I will have it for that.”

jade.tailor: What a day this has been. As I take my last few steps of the march I find myself crying. Crying tears of joy, tears of gratitude and tears of appreciate. Not only to have witnessed such a momentous occasion and historic moment, but for everyone who showed up to take a stand for equality. I am beyond grateful to have marched along side this one @christinapascucci and the over half a million humans taking a stand for women, equality and human rights. #womenmarchonwashington#whyimarch #historyismade #womensrightsarehumanrights #equality#love #revolution

GV BIO


name: dinah laurel lance or simply laurel lance.

alter ego: the black canary.

age:  31 years old.

abilities:  proficient fighter, has taken lessons in martial arts such as karate, boxe, jiu jitsu  and basic self defense. last but not least, the famous canary cry which is a sonir cry able to crush glass, lift heavy trucks and kill if near a human being or a metahuman. 


dinah laurel lance was born at 8 March 1985 to Quentin and Dinah Lance. she has a younger sister named sara lance.when she was younger, her father made her take self defense lessons, so she would be able to defend herself at hard times.  she studied law so she could become assistant district attorney and she was good at it. while in college, she held a relationship with the famous playboy, oliver queen but everything was crushed when she learned that the ship that he and his father were sunk to the waters which she later figured out that her sister was to that ship as well, having an affair with her ex-boyfriend but eventually after that, she graduated and became an assistant district attorney. 

during her work on a case about a mafia in central city, she decided to move in there from her hometown. however, one night she was captured by the thugs of the boss and she was beaten almost to death. when the boss of the mafia group decided to execute her, an explosion happened that went all around the city where she was also exposed.  the next thing she remembered was waking up at a hospital with her mom and dad at her side. 


soon enough, something started manifesting at her body. mostly to her voice. she realized that the explosion gave her a sonic cry that was able to do a lot of things. but what she needed was vengeance. with vigilante community being there and with her own research, she requested the help of a retired vigilante named wildcat. she asked him to train her in order to put those that almost killed her to justice. that justified a lot of things and wildcat agreed to train her.


few months later, she was successful in taking her vengeance and put those men in jail. her satisfaction was her motivation to keep on her vigilantism and fight the evil on the dark while being laurel lance at day. she needed a name. black canary sounded right. so the black canary she became.  the fact that she fought on the streets, she became quite famous and her reputation came across to the league of the most greatest heroes: the justice league. 

anonymous asked:

What kind of animes do you think Sterek would enjoy as a couple?

Alright so I think that as a couple Sterek would be like my man and I. In that one of them really likes to think of themselves as too cool for school and the other is basically a golden retriever made human. 

Anime Stiles watches alone: super crack filled insanity, slice of life (remember what life was like before werewolves because he doesn’t!), romcoms, sports anime where he shouts ‘gay!’ every time two boys make eye contact for more than a second.

Anime Derek watches alone: those ones where the kids play music and some one is dying, he watched Kids on the Slop in one sitting and wept softly to himself at 3 am, You Lie in April also made him cry, he watched March comes in like a lion while drinking wine and being sad in a blanket burrito

Anime they watch together: 

  • Yuri on Ice (”stiles no!” “stiles yes!”)
  • Kill la Kill (”I thought this was gonna be a dumb one you like but that was deep and i loaded all the songs onto our ipad”)
  • My hero Academia (derek likes how earnest the characters are and stiles likes the explosions and the theme song)
  • Studio Ghibli while eating ice cream and snuggling
  • They started Ace of Diamond together and Derek finished it but Stiles literally had to stop because there is only so much emotions about basball a human can have in a single day and he had to draw the line somewhere
  • Tokyo Ghoul ( stiles visibly crying “why?” *derek silently holding back tears “i dont know!”)
  • Outlaw Star (”derek why?” “listen here, this show is good and you need to stop.”)

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Happy Birthday Xavi!  March 20, 1989 Québec, Canada
[women] are the people i want to talk about, they’re the people i want to protect, they’re the people i want to put in my movies and see fail or win. as a writer, as a human being, and as a young man, it’s easier for me to express my anger, to ask questions, to seek answers, to talk, to cry as a woman in a movie. i connect with those figures more than i connect with men. men are born privileged in the scale of things - i’m generalizing, but it’s true. women have to define themselves in the eyes of men. they have to fight for their rights, especially in a society that will pretend that there is no fight or no battle, that it’s a cliche, that feminists are reactionary, all these things. as a young man who struggled to find his identity and to find his place, i relate to that quest for belonging in society. with mothers, especially, with their flaws, the way they have made huge sacrifices in order to be good moms or just moms. they probably sacrificed a part of their career, they sacrificed some desires, some dreams. i cannot relate, but i love to talk about it.
—xavier dolan for interview magazine 

The Pisces Woman, by Linda Goodman
‘Well, what are you?“ said the Pigeon. "I can see you’retrying to invent something!” “I-I’m a little girl,” said Alice, rather doubtfully.She found herself at last in a beautiful garden, among the bright flower-beds and the cool fountains.

The line forms to the right. And please don’t crowd. There may not be enough Pisces women for every man, but that’s no reason to be unruly. You’ll have to take your turn, and hope for the best.

Even without astrology, rumors have spread about the charms of a Pisces female. She has her negative points, to be sure, but at first glance she’s every man’s grade school valentine, with maybe just a touch of a Playboy bunny to add some pepper. We might as well admit that the modern, emancipated woman, with her cast-iron image, has made the Pisces girl’s value shoot even higher. With all that freedom from the feminine mystique clouding the air over lover’s lane, the demure, pretty, helpless Neptune creature has to beat off the men with big sticks.

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marching-man  asked:

You're the best Prussia, I'm cry. You give us the goofy, grinning guy who cries over peeps, but then, you stop and you give us the stern commander who gave orders to burn worlds. You remind us of the passionate knight who fought tooth and nail for what he believed in. You reveal the brother who cares a tad too much. You show us Gil who's strong & brave & confident but subtly remind us of his demons & insecurities lurking just beneath the surface. He's so very human because you make him so real.

lux that’s gay im disowning you ????? thpbhtpb i like hoe you worded it though you gave me the opening narration to a fantasy novel/film vibe and i feel special uvu