love of father


Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us.

On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar”, every “supreme leader”, every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there—on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world.

—Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot

anonymous asked:

We know that Oliver killed Clayborne because Claiborne was a criminal, and in those days, execution was the Hood's brand of justice. Except Oliver never considered the damage he left behind. Case in point: Adrian. We know Adrian loved his father despite his crimes, just as Oliver will always Felicity no matter what she does for Helix. What if Adrian lured Felicity to Helix so he could use the Hood's version of justice against the woman Oliver loves? (cont.)

Well, anon… well, I would just fling myself out of a window. 

It would fit, beautifully, because everything that’s happening is pointing towards this exact thing. Adrian wants to strip everything from Oliver, and he’s not going to just stop with his mental and emotional state (as we’ll see in tonight’s episode), oh no… he’s going to deliver the final blow when he believes Oliver will be completely defenseless, when he will truly shatter. Felicity has been a source of light and guidance in his life, and when he needs that the most, needs her the most, she too will be taken from him.

(But there’s a lot that Adrian hasn’t considered. His plan is contingent on Oliver still being the man he was back in Season 1, but he’s not.)

Hey you.

Yeah you. I know you have sin, and shame. Maybe tonight you feel broken, hiding behind a glass smile. Maybe you’re crying In your closet so your family can’t hear you in the next room. Maybe you’re at work, doing as much as you can to make yourself forget your own problems at home. Maybe you’re stuck in sin, terrified of tomorrow because you hate what you are today.

Friend take heart. Look to God, his love endures forever. He’s got so much patience with us. Drop the sin, the shame, the fear. Go to a God who let his son die, not for you to feel shame, but for you to be free. Get away from that sin. Get away right now.

Go boldly to the throne of grace. Go for mercy and love from a father who loved you before he loved the stars.

There’s something really funny about loving someone throughout a long term relationship. Like how your love changes… you can be so mad at them one day and the next they can make you fall in love all over again (although you never really fell out)… it’s so funny to me…

it’s been 5 years and we’re preparing for our first child… it’s wild how far we’ve come and how much we’ve learned to love each other.

anonymous asked:

tom has a twin that'll be introduced in season 4 and his name is mot

Mot will have the problem with being way too happy all the time, getting all the love from his father, and will have tons of friends.

Probably secretly crushes on a human called Ocram ((Best name ever, lemme tell ya..)), who hangs out with his ex-girlfriend, Rats Ylfrettub

Starlet and @theamishpirate‘s Summer Love. With his father being a romantic and his mother being a professional actress, Mirage has gained himself a very natural suaveness. He is extremely intuitive, so he does well socially, but becomes estranged from romantic relationships. Eventually he will go into show business under an assumed name and will pretty much always be in disguise whenever he isn’t at home to avoid being bothered.

Her heart belonged to a sailor (part 2)

When Daisy left the little harbor village that she and Cain had called their home, she was numb. In the dead of night she walked deep into the woods towards the cabin that she and Cain had been building together in the hopes of returning and having children someday, away from the hustle and bustle of everyone. They had told no one of this place they had shared together, it had been theirs and theirs alone, a haven from the outside world. Her name had not always been Daisy, her wealthy father had given her another, but she gave it up for the pet name given by Cain when she left her home and was cut off from the family fortune. How dare a girl of her breeding and stature fall in love with a sailor? Her father had told her that Cain would leave her, grow tired of her and leave her destitute in a gutter somewhere and when that happened he didn’t want to see her at his door, if she left his house for that man, she would no longer be his daughter. In that moment she had turned without a word and walked out the door with nothing but the flimsy nightgown on her back. She had walked miles into town through the storm that picked up as soon as she left her childhood home, and straight to Cain’s door, attracting the shocked and confused looks from villagers she passed, as a beautiful barefoot blonde walking calmly almost in a trance, although obviously freezing in a sheer white nightgown through the town square in the middle of the night. She saw a flickering light inside and knocked, the wood against her freezing knuckles feeling as if they could chip off and fall to the ground in frosty chunks of agony, but they stayed in place. She was relieved when she heard the familiar sound of a an old wooden chair pushing back across the floor with a slight creak and squeak. Cain answered the door to see her standing there, sheer nighty clinging to her lean and tight body, trying so hard not to shiver she almost twitched instead, but didn’t want to seem weak or stupid for leaving without so much as a sweater. He smiled at her and gathered her up into his big strong arms, kicked the door shut with one foot and carried her to the fire that had burned down to embers. Quickly and efficiently he grabbed one of his warm dry shirts and replaced her drenched nighty with it, wrapping her also in a blanket and then throwing another log on the fire, causing it to belch sparks and flare up with crackling golden brilliance. He then came back to her and sat down behind her, pulling her into his lap and wrapping his arms around her again. She had been staring intently into the fireplace up until that moment, silent and dry eyed, but when he put his arms around her again she sobbed once and the tears flowed down her cheeks like waterfalls. No words were spoken that night, no words were needed, when she finally fell asleep in his cradled arms he carried her to his bed and lay down with her and slept, still entwined. After that night she never left his home, they had eventually moved away to the small coastal village, so they could start over where no one knew her as the noble lady who’d given up everything for her true love. Her father had told her Cain would leave her, but he never had, the sea had taken him from her, and as she walked through the night she thought about the cabin and the books she’d kept there, books that the villagers in the sweet little harbor town would not have approved of, books of ancient wisdoms, passed down for centuries, handwritten in ink and in blood. Daisy walked through the darkness with only this thought on her mind: the sea had taken her love away from her, and she was going to find a way to bring him back.

ok so Leia was heading to Obi-wan before the Battle of Scarif, and before she ever knew she or anyone would have the plans. It wasn’t just a last resort, “vader’s bout to get us we gotta go somewhere” decision. the fact that she was going to Obi-wan is probably the reason she was with the rebels and not on Alderaan.

so think in the context that a) Bail was knowingly sending his daughter, who has the genes of one of the most powerful force users ever, to go get a Jedi, b) Bail knew that he was sending the biological child of Anakin to Anakin’s former master and friend, c) Obi-wan definitely would knows who Leia is, d) Bail knows that Obi-wan is keeping an eye on Luke.

I’m not saying Bail Organa knowingly sent his force sensitive daughter to the only fully trained Jedi he knew how to get in touch with and also her force sensitive brother, but Bail Organa knowingly sent his force sensitive daughter to the only fully trained Jedi he knew how to get in touch with and also her force sensitive brother. Because he and Mon Mothma decided things had gotten to this point.

Founding Fathers age comparison.

In 1776, Benjamin Franklin was 70, George Washington was 44, John Adams was 41, Thomas Jefferson was 33, John Jay was 31, James Madison was 25, Alexander Hamilton was 21 and James Monroe was 18. 


bazluhrmann: The inspiration for the scene between the fish-tank came when Craig and I were so desperately looking for a solution as to how to surprise the audience for the first connective moment between Romeo and Juliet. I was younger then and we might have gone out to clubs a bit more. That night after working all day we squirreled out to a place (if I recall correctly called “The Dome”) in Miami. When I came out of the bathroom to wash my hands I looked up and saw a woman combing her hair with a brush through a fish-tank. It was a brilliant device to get guys and girls to connect through the sitting rooms, while protecting each room’s privacy. Obviously you can see where this moment lead … #romeoandjuliet