kids on the streets

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Jodie Foster speaks during the United Voices Rally (to decry the policies of the Trump administration) on February 24, 2017 in Beverly Hills, California.
(📷 Alberto E. Rodriguez/Getty Images North America)

“I don’t know if you guys made it to the Women’s March. Did you make it? Well, that was something. There we were, standing all of us next to each other, and I’m 5 foot 3, I can’t see anything! Except for thousands and thousands and thousands of people smiling and clapping and high-fiving, and being gentle …and at a certain point, when we couldn’t move forward, somebody said, ‘Let’s turn right!’ Everybody turned right, we walked for three blocks, we came upon an avenue where everything was stopped. Buses, people standing on top of their cars, dancing, playing hip-hop music, smiling, and picking up their kids in the street, holding them on their shoulders. That was a proud moment. It was a La La Land moment. It let the world know that we’re here by the hundreds of thousands, we were watching, and we matter.

“So you’re going to remember where you were today, and what you did at this particular time in history, and no matter where you’re born, and no matter who you voted for, red or blue, whether you’re white, black, or brown, or all the colors of the identity rainbow, this is our time to resist. It’s our time to show up and demand answers! It’s our time to tell our elected officials to do their job! That we will not tolerate chaos, ineptitude, and war-mongering, and that we’re not going to give up the health of the planet, or the health of our citizens, and that we’re not going to sell out hardworking Americans to enrich those that hold the power strings. Because people get to speak out now. Because the White House is our house. It’s the people’s house. You know, that’s what a president said to me when I went there. He said, ‘Welcome. This house belongs to you.’”

*slams fist on table*
WHO. WAS IN. THE RED HOOD SUIT.
I assumed from the pic that it was Joker because it’s the old-fashioned pill helmet but Red Hood was attacking Batman WHILE JOKER WAS ELSEWHERE, SO WHO IS UNDER THE RED HOOD!?!!!

(if you told me it was a kid just starting out in a street gang who was just a bit younger than Dick I would be a-ok with it. *waggles eyebrows suggestively*)

anonymous asked:

All I want in the world is grungy L&V otayuri who adopted some street kid and are doing their best to be parents but it's L&V otayuri so I can only imagine it would be a huge mess

This is interesting to me anon, cause I always saw Otayuri as DINK (double income no kids) rockstars with a couple of furbabies for Yuri and some plant babies for Otabek. 

Maybe it’s because they’re so young (even when aged up in fanworks) that I have a hard time seeing them as parents? Where Viktuuri it’s like, I can at the very least see them being paternal, talking about having a family, considering their options, crying when they meet their son/daughter, etc. 

Whereas with Otayuri I just imagine them as cool uncle/camp counselor types who get along with kids well enough, but are happy to hand them back to their parents. 

Elaborate on this with me (if you’d like). Cause you’ve clearly thought about this a lot. I’m curious. 

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.