I’m rewatching The Champion (ep 3) and Homer is pleading with Prairie, trying to convince her to find his championship ring so that he can send money to Mandy to provide for his son. And there is this dialogue:
“We are down here. There is nothing to do about that. But my son is out there every day without a father. It kills me every day to think he thinks I walked out on him.”
Think about little Nina who lost her father. Think about her, every day, believing that he never dies but was simply in hiding. Think of this little girl who grew into a woman full of hope. She never gave up hope.
Her dreams did not lead her to her father, but they led her to someone who was a father. Homer.
She was never able to save her Father. He died and was tucked away into the void, but because Prairie followed her dreams, she was able to endure great trials in order to have a chance at freeing a different father: Homer.
The bond that Homer and Prairie have is so deep, so special, so irreplaceable. It is her great love. And she was only able to have a chance at experiencing it because she was willing to endure so much pain and loss just for the chance of finding out the truth about who she was and what promise life might have for her.
Whenever I do things, I always want to do my best, and not just do my best, but to be the best. I’m ambitous, sometimes a little bit egocentric and narcissistic. I remember my kindergarten teacher describing me to my mom as the girl who always wanted to be the best, to be the first in everything, the one who dreams of being known and famous, that little terrible girl who has ambitions flowing through her veins. As I grew up, I learned that the world is hard, difficult, and not everything comes in a wave of a hand. That most of the times, you really have to work and fight for the things that you want, and sometimes, even if you did your best, your best would still not be enough. But the most important thing that I realized is that being famous or being known by everyone does not equate success. Those are just numbers. A sea of people I wouldn’t know firsthand even if it happens. I realized that I only wanted to be famous in the hearts of the people I love, to be known by the inspiration I give to their dreams, and to the strangers I unknowingly help along the way, and to be at least be a temporary relief in any way to the people who have aching pain in their souls.
cynthia go // Learnings // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #28
For as long as I live, I’ll never forget watching President Obama’s inauguration in 2008. My entire school packed into our auditorium to watch the livestream together. I can still remember what the energy felt like in that room. President Bush was really the only president most of us truly remembered, and watching history unfold as he stepped aside felt monumental. It was monumental.
All I can think about today are the women all over the country who should be watching Hillary Clinton’s inauguration. Women in their nineties who were born into a world where they didn’t have the right to vote. Women my age who grew up wanting to be Hillary Clinton. Little girls who would have grown up not even remembering a world where a woman had never been president.
Instead they’re watching a man who, on tape, admitted to committing repeated sexual assault because he knew he could get away with it become the most powerful man in the world. Instead they’re watching President Obama have to step aside for a man who began his political career by spreading racist lies about his place of birth. Instead we’re all watching a man who ran a campaign on hatred and bigotry be elected to the most respected office in our nation.
Today should have been so different. I can’t believe we let this happen.
headcanon that El absolutely loves stuffed animals - like sure, she’s a little old for them, but they comfort her, and they are soft and fluffy, and really for a little girl who grew up in a lab training to be a weapon, that’s what she needs. so she FILLS her bed (the fort?) with all sorts of stuffies - cats, monkeys, pigs, fantasy animals too. is it cute? SHE HAS IT. she says doesn’t have favorites, of course, she loves each one equally, but when she sleeps, she cuddles up to the one Mike gave her because really, anything from Mike is her favorite.
Pairing: Reader x Pietro Maximoff Warnings: Swearing!! Summary: Being the youngest avenger did have it’s perks. Saving the world was your job man! What could get better then that? Maybe a steamy drunken make out session on top of the Avengers tower with none other than Pietro Maximoff? A/N: I refuse to believe Pietro is dead so here you go this is for all my homegirls who are still in denial like me
«When I was a little girl I had an imaginary friend, and when I grew up, he came back. He’s called the Doctor. He comes from somewhere else. He’s got a box called the TARDIS that’s bigger on the inside and can travel anywhere in time and space. I ran away with him. And we’ve been running ever since.»