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Jenny Farrell has led an openly gay life - except with her conventional family. When she finally decides to start a family and marry the woman they thought was just her roommate, the small, safe world the Farrell’s inhabited changes forever. They are left with a simple and difficult choice - either change with it or drown.

Jenny’s Wedding Movie Detail
Release Date : 2015-07-31
Casts : Cathleen O'Malley, Katherine Heigl, Grace Gummer, Matthew Metzger, Alexis Bledel, Sam McMurray, Linda Emond, Tom Wilkinson
Duration : 94 minutes runtime
Rating : 0

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To experience the world, we rely on our eyes, our ears, and our hands. Touch is just as vital as sight, as sound. You touch someone for all sorts of reasons, for good, for bad, to harm, to help. To make you stop, to make you think. Culturally, socially, whatever the differences may be - touch has power.

They are brothers. To touch is kind, a sub-language and a shoulder-safe-zone. Something to let them check up on each other, comfort one another, show them that it’s okay. You’re not on your own in all this.

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buckys epic garden starts because someone tells him he should try to pick up a hobby that made him happy before the war, and the thing he can remember most clearly is a little window box garden he used to have to grow herbs to save money and make their boiled dinners a little less awful

Bucky starts his new garden with that same little set of herbs he used to harvest for Steve to cook with, and eventually he adds some tomatoes and lettuce, and broccolis, and some cabbages and strawberries and a plum tree, an apple tree, a peach tree, and soon enough Bucky has this sprawling and fantastic garden that he love love loves to spend time in, because when he’s there he feels like he’s absolutely safe in the world~

An update on amusing English graphic Ts:
“Sex drugs & kitchen roles”
On a polo shirt:
“Territory of future / territory of life”
Back to t-shirts:
“Fuck happens”
On a goddamn minion shirt because nowhere is safe in this godforsaken world even in Russia:
“I bananas you!”
(((I bananas you???? What????? What does this mean????? @putin please enact sanctions against minions they are ruining your country)))

Imagine if Dudley did have a magical child though.

He and Harry haven’t spoken since ‘I don’t think you’re a waste of space’ and he’s matured enough to realise his parents were not good to Harry, especially since the birth of his own little girls because God forbid anything happened to him and they were treated like Harry was.

On Daisy Dursley’s eleventh birthday theres a knock on the door and his wife, Anita, just stares and he feels his stomach drop because the stern lady on the doorstep is wearing a cloak and pointed hat.

They listen to the woman - Professor McGonagall - explain and Anita is surprised but receptive, Daisy is excited and Dudley is terrified of what this means.

It’s a surprise to his wife and little girl when at the end of her explanation, while Daisy’s flicking through a book with moving pictures and Anita peers over her shoulder, Dudley blurts out ‘it’s safe now then? Your world?’

Professor Mcgonagall gives a wry smile and assures him that the magical world is indeed safe. It dawns on him that she was expecting this, that she’d perhaps researched him and was aware of his relation to Harry.

He then admits to Anita and Daisy that his cousin is a wizard, before turning to the Professor and asking if she by chance knows a Harry Potter. Looking amused, professor Mcgonagall acknowledges that she does.

’D'you know where he lives?’

That does surprise her a bit, and she tells him that yes, she knows and that though Daisy’s acceptance into the school has been confidential up until this point, Harry would likely not mind a visitor if he wanted a word.

Daisy begs to come along and he relents eventually, bringing Anita and their youngest, Poppy, along.

All four of them stand on the doorstep of a modest house that Dudley would call nice if there weren’t squat little creatures snickering and running around the front garden.

The door is opened by a slouching boy with turquoise hair who arches a purple eyebrow at them. He yells over his shoulder for someone named Ginny and steps back to let them in, and, when he notices Daisy staring at his hair, he smirks and a second later it’s bubblegum pink.

Daisy squeals in delight and Dudley is still trying to get his head around that when young girl and boy around Daisy’s age with bright red hair and thick brown curls respectively, hurtle down the corridor.

‘Teddy you promised you’d practice the sloth grip roll with us!’ The girl yells in an accusatory tone.

A woman with hair the same shade of flaming red as the little girl appears with what Dudley recognises as a wand in her hand as the boy with blue hair flashes a grin at them before chasing the two younger children outside to a shout of ‘No higher than the treetops Teddy!’

Harry is much like Dudley remembers him, lanky with a pointed face, straight nose and mess of untameable black hair. It’s awkward, but, apparently forewarned, Harry greets him pleasantly and introduces his wife before Ginny goes outside to reign in a gaggle of children he assumes aren’t all Harry’s.

A woman with thick, bushy hair pulled into a messy bun with a wand stuck in it smiles and makes an effort to talk to Anita. She’s not too strange, he thinks, and reassures them that her parents were just as baffled when they found out she was a witch.

‘Why don’t you take Daisy outside to see the broomsticks, Al?’ Harry suggests to Daisy’s obvious delight and Dudley swears Harry’s trying not to laugh.

By the end of the visit Dudley is more informed about the wizarding world than he ever thought he would or wanted to be. Daisy, with a bruise on her forehead and scraped knees, because despite both his and Harry’s warning she hadn’t been able to resist trying to fly, is bouncing off the walls because ‘daddy how could you not tell us?!’

They visit Harry’s a lot over summer and Daisy befriends Lily Luna Potter and Hugo Weasley. Dudley doesn’t feel up to the trip to Diagon Alley but regrets his decision to not go when Daisy comes back with two owls, 'uncle Harry bought the second one for me! So you can write without having to wait for me to send my owl!’

Petunia Dursley faints when she finds out, and Vernon spends a good half hour cursing and brandishing things aimlessly before retreating to his shed.

Dudley being introduced to what he calls 'all those bloody gingers’ some of whom are only just on the right side of civil to him (one cheerfully introduces himself as someone who once visited his childhood home in a flying car and asks if he’s going to need to do the same for Daisy or will she be allowed to attend without punishment).

Daisy is shocked to find out Harry’s famous, and finds out as much as she can about him during her first term, which she relays to an increasingly guilty feeling Dudley, who’s gradually coming around to the idea.

It’s not as bad as his parents made out it was. He’s learned to understand Daisy’s ramblings about her subjects and spells and is proud of her achievements at school. He’s met a handful of witches and wizards through Harry and the world that he’s always been told is terrible doesn’t seem too bad anymore, after all, how could it with his little girl in it? He is prepared come excitable little Poppy’s eleventh birthday, for her to join her sister at Hogwarts instead of standing jealously on the platform as she leaves.

Poppy Dursley never gets a letter.

Caitlyn Jenner didn’t just come out she invited everyone in 

As I sat in the audience of the ESPYs Wednesday night and listened to Caitlyn Jenner’s story and acceptance speech for the Arthur Ashe Courage Award, one thing was clear: Jenner was not “coming out.” She was “inviting in” a world full of people she thought would never fully embrace and love her.  

The truth is, LGBT individuals live among the same people we fear. I’ve never loved the saying “coming out” because of the shame inherent to the idea that LGBT people live in an imagined closet. We aren’t boogiemen or monsters; we are people trying to find a safe space in a world that doesn’t always reward honesty, especially when it’s packaged differently. Caitlyn Jenner embodied that Wednesday night.

— Wade Davis for Mic

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“Maybe that’s all Bob is - the evil that men do. Maybe it doesn’t matter what we call it.”

“Maybe not.”

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small girl, neat handwriting, steady breaths. held together by fresh air and memory foam mattress. sweet talk, holding hands, passenger seat. kissing from the car window. smiles all around. soft voice, always on time and prepared for anything. make a list, be still, be calm. giggle at all the wrong times. giggle at everything. act unaware but always be wary. everything is fine. everything is fine.

small girl, shaky hands, rapid breaths. falling apart and completely alright with it, sit on familiar front porch and breathe in harsh chemicals. change the story, stutter some sort of lie. yeah, fine. yeah, high. pull closer, push farther. force lips over teeth, cracked and bloody. breathe too loudly, hold it in. collapse. collapse. collapse.

small girl, dark hair, loud laughter. hand on thigh, the regular parking lot, two people in one seat. comfortable silence. feel right, feel at peace, feel at home. make it known. make it obvious. laugh at the perfect time. laugh all the time. sleepy eyes, fingertips on collarbones and up bare backs. never cold, never shivering. all mine. no fear, no doubt, nothing held back. don’t say it though, but know it somewhere inside. just love. just love.

small girl, heavy heart, overflowing yet nothing is left. walking in dark, avoiding safe streets, breaking old promises just to keep from losing mind. lose it every night. reread, remember little details, make them bigger than they ever were, write them down to forget them later. doesn’t work. bullet wound and bruised blue knuckle. wishful thinking but hopeless thoughts. bothersome. big baby. pathetic, dramatic, oversensitive. yes, fall apart. yes, recklessness. always missing but never there. never will be there. never will be there.

small girl, tough skin, steady limbs. anger better than sadness, loud music, yell at strangers. fierce, brave, hard to love but loves a challenge. dares to try, dares to follow, dares to lead. sleep outside, stay up till the morning, wake up in the afternoon. nothing owed, no favours, keep everything inside. bottle it up and observe surroundings. notice everything, say nothing. say everything. say everything.

—  different sides of me // a.m

The year: 2015.  A world where, fifteen years before, over half the human population perished.  A world that has been miraculously revived: its economy, the production, circulation, consumption of material goods, so that even the shelves of convenience stores are filled.  A world where the people have gotten used to the ressurection-yet still feel the end of the world is destined to come.  A world where the number of children, the future leaders of the world, is few.  A world where Japan saw the original Tokyo destroyed, discarded and forgotten, and built a new capital in Nagano Prefecture.  They consructed a new capital, Tokyo-2, then left it to be a decoy-then constructed another new capital, Tokyo-3, and tried to make it safe from attack.  A world where some completely unknown enemy called the “Angels” comes to ravage the cities.

This is roughly the worldview for Neon Genesis Evangelion.   This is a worlview drenched in a vision of pessimism.  A worldview where the story starts only after any traces of optimism have been removed.

And in that world, a 14-year-old boy shrinks from human contact.   And he tries to live in a closed world where his behavior dooms him, and he has abandoned the attempt to understand himself.  A cowardly young man who feels that his father has abandoned him, and so he has convinced himself that he is a completely unnecessary person, so much so that he cannot even commit suicide.

And there is a 29-year-old woman who lives life so lightly as to barely allow the possibility of a human touch.  She protects herself by having suface level relationships, and running away.

Both are extremely afraid of being hurt.  Both are unsuitable-lacking the positive attitude-for what people call heroes of an adventure.   But in any case, they are the heroes of this story.

They say, “To live is to change.”  I started this production with the wish that once the production complete, the world, and the heroes would change.  That was my “true” desire.  I tried to include everything of myself in Neon Genesis Evangelion-myself, a broken man who could do nothing for four years.  A man who ran away for four years, one who was simply not dead.   Then one thought.  "You can’t run away,“ came to me, and I restarted this production.  It is a production where my only thought was to burn my feelings into film.  I know my behavior was thoughtless, troublesome, and arrogant.  But I tried.  I don’t know what the result will be.  That is because within me, the story is not yet finished.  I don’t know what will happen to Shinji, Misato or Rei.  I don’t know where life will take them.  Because I don’t know where life is taking the staff of the production.  I feel that I am being irresponsible.   But… But it’s only natural that we should synchronize ourselves with the world within the production.  I’ve taken on a risk: "It’s just an imitation.”   And for now I can only write this explanation.  But perhaps our “original” lies somewhere within there.

July 17, 1995,
In the studio, a cloudy, rainy day.

PS.

By the way, Shinji’s name came from a friend of mine.  Misato’s name came from the hero of a manga.  The name Ritsuko came from a friend of mine in middle school.  I borrowed from everywhere.  Even names that have no bearing on anything actually came from the countless rules that govern these things.  It might be fun if someone with free time could research them.

— 

Hideaki Anno

Today is the 20th anniversary of the beginning of work on Neon Genesis Evangelion.