stand up day

i’m sorry for all the blood i left on your lips / for loving you into ruin.
—  WHISPERS IN THE WIND | a.e.m. 

Happy Earth Day everyone. Remember this year we march for science, so wherever you are, however you can, please get involved. Science serves us all, it protects our air and water, preserves our planet, saves lives, creates new industries, puts food on our tables, educates the next generation, and safeguards our future. We all have a voice and we can only bring about change if we band together to use it.

  • NO TRUMP, NO KKK, NO FASCIST USA!:
  • Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, Pisces
I believe in strong women. I believe in the woman who is able to stand up for herself. I believe in the woman who doesn’t need to hide behind her husband’s back. I believe that if you have problems, as a woman you deal with them, you don’t play victim, you don’t make yourself look pitiful, you don’t point fingers. You stand and you deal. You face the world with a head held high and you carry the universe in your heart.
— 

C. JoyBell C.

Happy Internation Woman’s Day! xoxo

anonymous asked:

YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB ON MY PROMPT!Another: Trini thumps a helmet onto a little girl's head and ushers her to the 'arena.' "Alright warrior, beat the fu-" "TRINI!" Jason rolls his eyes from the outside of the playpen, the word 'SECURITY' showing through his crossed arms. Trini grumbles as the carnival owner's daughter lets out a loud laugh from her station at the water slides. Stupid Kimberly Hart and her stupid hot pink bikini bottom showing underneath her 'life guard' tank top.

The Hart Family Fun Center, the only all year ‘round, indoor carnival in Angel Grove was thoroughly crowded with screaming children in the middle of summer. Trini had to admit that she could have a worse job, it paid well and the place was air conditioned, but the children left something to be desired. 

“Alright, alright, everyone out, we gotta get the next batch in,” Trini calls before blowing her whistle watching all of the kid run up to her partner, Zack to hand back the helmets and the foam swords to be sprayed with sanitizer. 

Her and her friend ran an attraction known as the Arena; a sort of water slide where kids were a part of two teams, one that guarded the tower and one that was supposed to try and get up it and slide down to the bottom to get points. 

“Eww, no girls!” A boy on the tower yells as a little girl steps up to Trini, a frown on her lips. 

Trini turns to glare at the boy, grabbing a yellow helmet from the stack. “Don’t listen to him,” She murmurs, fitting the head gear onto the child with a smile. “Now, pick out your sword,” 

The little girl moves to grab a pink sword from the pile, grinning up at Trini who thumps the top of her helmet gently. “Alright warrior, go and beat the fu-” She’s cut off when one of the security kids yells at her. “I uh-go win, kid,” She corrects, looking away from the blonde boy, Jason. 

She pretends to focus on starting up the fight music, but is stopped by Jason himself, his arms crossed over his red shirt, hiding the bold text of his title. “You know better,” he says, as though they’re friends and not just co-workers. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Trini mumbles, rolling her eyes as a loud laugh echoes across the room from the large wave pool across the way. 

She doesn’t have to look up to know its Kimberly fucking Hart, the owner’s daughter and the head life guard at the park. “I won’t do it again, now get back to whatever you’re supposed to be doing, I’ve got kids to watch.” 

She turns around to make sure the right track is playing, trying to ignore the giggles still coming from the Hart girl, with her stupid pink bikini poking out from under her stupid red life guard tank top. 

Trini forces her attention back to the Arena, watching proudly as the little girl makes her way to the slide, a grin on her face as the boy from earlier lays in the shallow pool of water below the tower. As soon as  the round is over and the little girl has returned her helmet, Trini walks over to her and places a few golden tokens into her hand. “You can get something nice at the prize counter with those,” 

“Thank you, ma’am!” The child exclaims, wrapping her arms around Trini’s waist for a moment before running off to a smiling father outside of the playpen. 

She watches them walk away before turning to Zack. “I think it’s time for a break, I’ll be back in ten,” Trini smiles, not really giving him a chance to say no before she’s walking toward the locker room. 

Trini settles down on one of the benches after grabbing her bag, cracking open an energy drink. “Those are bad for you, you know,” An annoyingly familiar voice sounds, even as Trini starts to chug the can, trying to ignore Kimberly. 

She finishes about half the can, only to find Kim sitting next to her, brows raised. “What do you want, Kim?” Trini asks, annoyance clear in her voice. 

“I just wanted to say it was cute, what you did for that little girl,” Kim replies, shrugging her shoulder a bit as she reaches over to grab the can from Trini, taking a drag. 

Trini scoffs, taking the drink back from the other girl, finishing it with narrowed eyes. “Thought you didn’t like energy drinks,” She says, crushing the can against the bench. 

“I never said that, I just said they were bad for you,” Kim says, getting up to stretch. “Never pegged you for one to share drinks,” She muses, leaning against the lockers.

“I doubt you have anything that can be transferred through sharing a drink,” Trini snorts, trying to ignore how good Kimberly looks lounging in front of her. 

“I think you just wanted an indirect kiss from me,” The taller girl suggests, a smirk on her stupidly perfect lips. 

Trini can feel her face heating up at the thought, but manages to find a come back. “This isn’t some bullshit anime, Hart, no one actually thinks about stuff like that,” She huffs, standing up to shove her bag back into her locker. 

She can feel the other girl’s eyes on her as she pretends to dig for something, when in reality she’s hoping the blood will drain from her face enough that she won’t get shit from Zack upon her return. 

“Trini,” Kim says from the other side of the locker door, the sound of her own name making the shorter girl shiver slightly. “Why are you hiding?” 

Trini takes a breath before slamming the door closed, coming face to face with the cause of her frustrating crush. “I’m not hiding, I was hoping I had a protein bar in there,” She lies, eyes narrowing at the brunette. 

“You’re a shit liar,” Kim murmurs, taking a step closer to Trini, a slight smirk on her lips. “Just admit that you want to kiss me.” 

The smaller girl swallows hard, the close proximity of the life guard forcing Trini to look up at her. “Why are you such an asshole?” She forces herself to say, grinding her teeth. 

“I’m the asshole? I’ve been trying to flirt with you since you started here!” Kim shouts, causing Trini to jump at the sudden volume change. “And all you can do is be a grumpy little shit!”  

“You call teasing me every day flirting?! What the fuck?” Trini retorts, jabbing a finger at Kim’s chest. 

“I just…you’re all stoic and shit…what else was I supposed to do?” Kim mumbles, looking away from the smaller girl. 

“You could just ask me out,” Trini replies, grabbing the taller girl’s chin gently, making Kim look at her. 

Kim bites her lip for a moment, her brow furrowing. “I guess…” She sighs softly, smiling a bit. “Wanna get dinner later?” 

“I suppose so,” Trini grins, standing on her toes to press their lips together. 

“It’s about time,”  

Send me prompts?

  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *sitting in his chair*
  • Rosamund: *sitting in his lap; frowning at a photo* What am I looking at, Uncle Sherlock?
  • Sherlock: *smiles* My baby *points* that's the head, see?
  • Rosamund: *fascinated* Wooow...all those squiggly lines are a person?
  • Sherlock: *chuckles* Yes.
  • Rosamund: Your person.
  • Sherlock: *nods* Yup. And your Aunt Molly's.
  • Rosamund: *giggles* It's funny.
  • Sherlock: Hmm?
  • Rosamund: *still laughing* Aunt Molly has a person in her. How did you put it there?
  • Sherlock: *snorts* Oh, no *lifts her and stands* I'm not having that conversation for another twenty five years.
  • Molly: *enters; grinning* Hello.
  • Rosamund: *happily* Aunt Molly! *runs over; hugs her, whispers* hello, little person.
  • Molly: *smiles* You told her, then?
  • Sherlock: *nods* Oh, yes *pats Rosie's head* you're going to be a godcousin, aren't you?
  • Rosamund: *excited* Uh-huh.
  • Molly: *giggles* Is that so?
  • Sherlock: *nudges Rosie* Pyjamas, young lady. I'll be in soon.
  • Rosamund: *sighs* Okay, Uncle Sherlock. Night Aunt, Molly. Night, little person *runs off*
  • Molly: *calls* Night, Rosie *hugs Sherlock* I'm glad she took it well.
  • Sherlock: *kisses the top of her head* Mmm *pauses* John has some questions to answer, though.

anonymous asked:

your story was so funny omg. do you have any more?

  • So i lived the town over from my high school, and had to catch the bus like an hour and a half every day to and from
  • (a movie. thats a fucking movie, every day, twice a day)
  • (I WAS TWELVE)
  • (commuter tragedy)
  • and because we were all stuck together for so long for like six years, we followed the natural inclination of teenagers to be fucking idiots at every chance
  • and we formed this group of bus kids
  • forged by ridiculous travel times
  • bonded in suffering the ridiculous rule of
  • our bus driver.
  • our bus driver was an old, old lady called jeannine
  • (nickname: the grinch, due to the time we were singing christmas carols and she got annoyed and declared that christmas was canceled.)
  • (CANCELED.)
  • (we put up a sign written in texta that said ‘NO CHRISTMAS - SIGNED, THE GRINCH’)
  • (she did not find it funny)
  • jeannine had been driving the bus since time immemorial
  • (and may have of, in fact, been one of the Old Ones)
  • (never confirmed)
  • (but i have my suspicions)
  • Jeannie ran a tight ship.
  • the tightest ship
  • jeannine was the generalissimo of bus drivers
  • she played this talkback radio station over the speaker system
  • and when we were being too loud or she was jut annoyed with us she would turn it up to deafening levels
  • and we would all block our ears, and then having gotten our attention she would turn it down and shout at us
  • when we were REALLY TERRIBLE
  • (like those two weeks after high school musical premiered and we used to have breaking free singalongs)
  • (yeah)
  • (I would have turned the radio up on our asses too)
  • she would park next to the city graveyard
  • (always the graveyard?)
  • (i dont know why)
  • (mental conditioning?)
  • (subliminal messgakng?)
  • and walk/hobble
  • (she was pretty stooped over)
  • (basically she was your standard old crone)
  • (potentially witch)
  • up and down the aisle tellin us how terrible we were
  • so anyway, one year jeannine goes on a two week break for surgery
  • (what surgery? We never found out. Various sources claim knee, hip or shoulder replacement)
  • (could have been a stay at a lazarus pit)
  • (stay woke)
  • and we get a replacement driver.
  • we called him nickelback because he played a nickelback cd over the speaker,
  • on repeat
  • every bus trip
  • EVERY.
  • TRIP.
  • how the hell’d we wind up like this?
  • so free from the reign of terror that was jeannine, we get a bit wild.
  • and by ‘wild’ i mean we:
  • talk above speaking level,
  • eat our food in the ooen,
  • someone busts out a guitar anyway here’s wonderwall
  • its one of these days,
  • that the Great Apple Fiasco happens.

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others: no no no!!! allura is a dainty fragile princess uwu,,,so soft,,,,she never uses physical violence she’s a smol bean cinnamon roll uwu,,,too pure,,,don’t u ever make her use violence that’s racist

me, an intellectual: much of allura’s appeal lies in the fact that she is kind, gentle, and diplomatic, but also has the ability to be extremely powerful. when faced with enemies that words will not work against, she uses amazing amounts of physical strength against them. she shows that one can be feminine but strong at the same time, and kindness does not equal weakness, which is frankly inspiring and makes me so happy little girls have her to look up to. people can and should appreciate both her femininity and her strength, and while they should be wary of language they use for black characters, doing so is not necessarily antiblack if they’re speaking indiscriminately. but it’s easier for me to just say allura’s pretty and i’m gay and would be honored if she beat me up, cause i like pretty girls that can beat me up

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