ocean family

anonymous asked:

If you're a kiwi, why bother being anti trump? (Not trying to be rude, idk what's usually happening in the world outside my own country)

It’s okay I understand the question. Thanks for clarifying a little though :)

I’m anti-trump because America is a powerful nation, and the actions of Trump and his administration have already had (and will have) an international impact. People outside of America should be paying attention because it could affect us too, especially when things are scarily close to war.

I’m also anti-trump because I’m a woman, I’m part of the LGBTQ community, and I think human rights are worldwide issues that don’t stop at borders and oceans. I also have family and friends living over in America and have lived in Florida for a year so I have a personal connection to America too. America feels like home to me even if it is currently run by a bigoted orangutan (no offense to orangutans).

Thanks for the question nonny!

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.

if people were elements,
then we are ice and fire.

your touch is frost upon my burning skin,
my breath melts your frozen heart.
your kiss is cool against my lips,
and my heat warms you all the way down
to the tips of your toes.

and although we could complement each other,
beckon the other away from the end of polarity
to come and meet in the middle,
too much of one

will eliminate the other.

—  and i’d never forgive myself if i caused your destruction, c.j.n.
Stoned love

Stop messing round with that fire,
Living like love is just a gun for hire,
Cos one moment its just messing round,
To your wiki saying she’s your spouse,
Oh but its not just girls,
Cos yeah one moment I was tearing off her blouse,
Now she says she’s living in my house,

Babe I know you said you’d never smoke pot,
Its just; that burned Like your first splif,
Now we just hanging around in the dark, you’re pale as a ghost.
Stop messing round now, cos am too stoned,
You’re know I can’t save you cos in this game am too gone,

She’s only seventeen, and thinks at sixteen am all there is,
But a degenerate kind, baby am definitely not what you need,
She wants to dance with devil, Mr brownstone is just grave,
Oh Y’know the drugs will drown her out, just too young,
Can’t believe this is my life, smoking and fucking in the back,


“Of course only that most SUPER name!!”

Welcome to the Strawhats, Nico D. Olivia!
((the ‘D.’ was at Luffy’s insistence, for good luck. parents-Frobin AU!))

Just witnessed some amazing petty revenge done by my 6 y.o son.

TL;DR at the bottom.

A bit of background: my son (we’ll call him Ben) is 6 years old. He’s very quiet and polite, but sometimes has trouble sticking up for himself. He takes a bit to warm up to someone, but when he does, he’s very sweet.

Anyway, last month we’re on a trip to visit my wife’s family on the other side of the Pacific ocean for a family reunion. There, my son meets my wife’s 8 y.o nephew, who we’ll call Drake. They get along straight away, playing video games and sharing toys and sitting beside each other in the car every where we go.

However, it doesn’t take long before Drake gets comfortable having a little brother around and starts becoming a bit of a brat. He starts ordering Ben around, playing unfairly, talking down to my son and blaming him for every time he’s punished by his parents. Now since I’m on vacation, I’m there to see it all, and for the most part my son isn’t instigating any of this (I’m not being a biased parent, I swear).

It broke my heart to watch Ben play games just to lose against Drake (everything was a competition and Drake had to beat Ben or else he’d throw a fit). Regardless, Ben would still look to play with Drake first thing every morning, and would always look to share any gifts he got from relatives or make sure his cousin Drake gets ice cream too when we go out. Be even gave Drake his spare Nintendo DS stylus so they could play Mario Party together (which of course Drake had to win at or else he wouldn’t play).

Anyway, 3 weeks of that go by and I’ve almost had enough by the time we got to the airport to go home. Standing in the check-in line, they were playing tag. Every time Ben was “it”, Drake would say ‘no tag backs’ or 'I’m paused’ every time Ben would tag Drake. Well, we get checked in and head to the security gate where we say our goodbyes to my brother-in law’s-family. After hugs and tears, we start heading into the gate, but my son turns around and sprints after J, tags him in the back and yells out “You’re it!” before running back to us and through the gate where his cousin would have no chance to tag him back. Separated by the largest ocean in the world, my son definitely got the last laugh and I was the proudest dad that day.

Edit: Changed the names to Ben (previously B) and Drake (previously J)

TL;DR My son fell victim to “Little Brother Syndrome” by his cousin whom we were visiting, but got the last laugh as we were leaving the country.


Anger by Brad Balfour
Via Flickr:
A mare from the Chincoteague wild pony auction