the place where i was born and raised

You’ll have to forgive me, I’ve lost my voice in screaming in lamentation this weekend, and I have lost my mind sometime earlier this year, so I have to read.

Thank you, Hollywood Foreign Press. Just to pick up on what Hugh Laurie said, you and all of us in this room really, belong to the most vilified segments in American society right now. Think about it, Hollywood, foreigners, and the press.

But who are we, and what is Hollywood anyway? it’s just a bunch of people from other places. I was born and raised and educated in the public schools of New Jersey. Viola [Davis] was born in a sharecropper’s cabin in South Carolina, came up in Central Falls, Rhode Island. Sarah Paulson was born in Florida, raised by a single mom in Brooklyn. Sarah Jessica Parker was one of seven or eight kids from Ohio. Amy Adams was born in Vicenza, Veneto, Italy, and Natalie Portman was born in Jerusalem. Where are their birth certificates?

And the beautiful Ruth Negga was born in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, raised in London — no Ireland, I do believe, and she’s here nominated for playing a small-town girl from Virginia. Ryan Gosling like all the nicest people, is Canadian. And Dev Patel was born in Kenya, raised in London, is here playing an Indian raised in Tasmania. So Hollywood is crawling with outsiders and foreigners, and if we kick them all out we’ll have nothing to watch except football and mixed martial arts, which are not the arts.

They gave me three seconds to say this. So an actor’s only job is to enter the lives of people who are different from us, and let you feel what that feels like. And there were many, many powerful performances this year that did exactly that. Breathtaking, compassionate work. But there was one performance this year that stunned me. It sank its hooks in my heart. Not because it was good. There was nothing good about it. But it was effective and it did its job. It made its intended audience laugh and show their teeth. It was that moment when the person asking to sit in the most respected seat in our country imitated a disabled reporter, someone he outranked in privilege, power, and the capacity to fight back. It kind of broke my heart when I saw it, and I still can’t get it out of my head. Because it wasn’t in a movie. It was real life.

And this instinct to humiliate when it’s modeled by someone in the public platform, by someone powerful, it filters down into everybody’s life because it kind of gives permission for other people to do the same thing.

“Disrespect invites disrespect. Violence incites violence. And when the powerful use their position to bully others, we all lose.

OK, this brings me to the press. We need a principled press to hold power to account, to call them on the carpet for every outrage. That’s why our founders enshrined the press and its freedoms in our Constitution. So I only ask the famously well-heeled Hollywood Foreign Press, and all of us in our community, to join me in supporting the Committee to protect journalists, because we’re going to need them going forward, and they’ll need us to safeguard the truth.

One more thing: Once when I was standing around on the set one day, whining about something, you know, we were going to work through supper or the long hours or whatever. Tommy Lee Jones said to me, “Isn’t it such a privilege, Meryl, just to be an actor?” Yeah, it is, and we have to remind each other of the privilege and the responsibility of the act of empathy. We should all be very proud of the work Hollywood honors here tonight.

As my friend, the dear departed Princess Leia said to me once, ‘Take your broken heart. Make it into art.’ Thank you.

—  Meryl Streep, 74th Golden Globes

I just watched Moana and can I just say, WOW.

As a Pacific Islander born and raised in a landlocked part of the USA who has only been to the ocean only a handful of times, I got incredibly emotional. I saw a lot of myself in Moana, both personality and family wise. This movie made me feel so much because I’ve missed so much of my culture because I live in a landlocked area in a place where it’s sometimes hard to be proud of your culture. I miss the ocean and I miss the sun, and I’ve suppressed that part of me, being in a white neighborhood. 

Moana made me proud again to be a Pacific Islander, to have darker skin, and dark wavy hair. I love this movie and I’m going love it until I die 

As someone who was born and raised in America, I grew up on the idea that my country was a place where people could be who they wanted to without facing discrimination.

As I grew older, I realized that it wasn’t quite that simple. I understood that people weren’t as accepting as they should be, and it was something you had to live with.

As I watch the polls on today’s election, I am afraid. I am afraid that I will very soon be living in a country where being the color I am, and the gender I am, who I love, what I want with my body, where I want to go in life - it all will be taken from me. Never did I think that I’d have to live in fear of my government so much, especially the one in power. I didn’t think that this was going to happen - that we were allowing it to happen.

As I write this, I remember my old teachers and learning about the fall of Rome. “History repeats itself” is what they told us, that every empire was doomed to fall. And we laughed, for we were invincible, the stronghold of the planet.

We laughed. And now we fall.

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ok this is just something that crossed my mind right now and has zero footing but watching the pv the bg in this scene kinda looks to me, as someone born and raised in barcelona, as a ‘claustre’, an interior garden in religious places…like i have no fuck idea where they might be but it does give me that vibe…and….yuuris face….

Fresh Prince Of Denmark

Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute; to me shall you mark
I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a place called Denmark

In West Copenhagen, born and raised,
In the graveyard is where I spent most of my days
Freaking out max about the misrule
Playing with my swords and learning to duel
When a couple guys said “your dad is a ghost”
“I saw him last night when I was at my post"
I got super freaked out, and started to unhinge
“THIS NIGHT I VOW, I SHALL HAVE MY REVENGE!”

I couldn’t believe what my dad said to me
It had me questioning, to be or not to be?
You see my dad was dead, but before he went cold
My uncle had swooped in and took up his throne
And if it the whole thing weren’t an infinite jest
Mother married Uncle; such a bed of incest!
But the thing about his death, his end, so it were
He said it was a foul, most unnatural murder.

Words, words, words, ran around in my head
I wasn’t very nice, there were stupid things I said.
Ophelia, my lady, saw the worst part of me
I yelled out loud, “Get thee to a nunnery”
Ay there’s the rub, she’s a sensitive soul
And she drowned herself down at the watering hole.
I couldn’t believe it, and neither could her brother
He wanted revenge, we were gonna fight each other.

I challenged her brother, “At dawn, we duel!”
I figured if nothing, to thine own self be true.
We slashed and fought, but he got in a hit
And I was a goner, he had poisoned the tip
Mom drinks a cup that was meant for me
And I stab two others, four deaths including me!
I looked at my kingdom, I had one more remark
“The rest is silence”, said the Prince of Denmark

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So I like to come up with ASOIAF AU’s, you know, for fun! So in this thought experiment, What if Dany and Jon changed places?

Dany, A Dragon raised by wolves, and Jon, The “last” Dragon, who doesn’t know he is also a wolf. Or also “The hair dye” AU, “Or Rhaellas Parent Trap” AU. Not But really “Fire and Ice” AU is the tag for this XD

So I have a lot of this AU setting written around, don’t know where I’d post all that. But basically the break point is that Rhaegar doesn’t die at the trident and he goes to the Tower of Joy, picks ups Jon (Ned hot on his trail) he returns to Dragonstone, Dany is born there, Rhaella doesn’t die, Rhaegar faces Robert again, dies. Robert kills Viserys and orders all the Targaryens dead, Ned wants to save Lyanna’s child, a desperate Rhaella tells him Dany is his niece. Ned manages to stall Roberts assassins and allow Willem Darry to help Rhaella escape. Rhaella, wrecked with guilt, swears to raise Jon as her own son. Ned, attempts to pass Dany as his bastard, but her hair starts to grow and he has to come clean to Cat. And so on!.

-So why Dany is Danyssa and Jon is Jacaerys (but he is still called Jon as a pet name?) When Rhaella gives Dany to Ned, he tells him her name is Daenerys, and Ned says he’ll have to find a more Northern sounding nae, and tells her that if it had been a boy, he’d name him Jon.  

Okay if you have questions about this AU, characters, setting, characterization, relationships, ask away! maybe some day even i’ll write it.

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Let me put 50 years into perspective for you

I was born 1991…

28 years before I was born, white people openly protested in the street to keep black people from sharing the same space as them

My father just turned 50…

My parents lived through desegregation and have told me about all the blatant racism they faced.

And here we are in 2015…

In certain places in America, you can’t tell that anything has changed. I was born and raised in Macon, Georgia, a majority black city where one white politician lost his job for openly referring to Macon as “a nigger town”. For years they have been trying to kill my hometown and it’s musical history. They closed the Georgia Music Hall of Fame and scattered Its collection and they have been trying to pull all businesses out of the city.

I live in South Carolina now and the racism is still here. I have been to towns in both Georgia and South Carolina where people will tell you not to stay out after dark if you are black because of the fear of being lynched.

Do not even fix your mouth to try to tell me that racism is dead in America. Not only is it alive and well, it is breeding and mutating in order to be harder to detect.

But we see it

Vivienne: Wynne, my dear, you are an incredible mage. Your form and control are enviable, and you’ve figured out how to use the rules of your Circle to your advantage.

Wynne: Thank you. I’ve worked hard to get where I am. And I’ve had a lot of time to work on my craft.

Vivienne: I do wonder where you might have ended up if you had put more effort into the Game, however.

Wynne: I’m Fereldan. Born and raised. The only game we play here is Wicked Grace.

Vivienne: Be careful with your words, my dear. Wicked Grace has many meanings, in certain circles that has an entirely different connotation in regards to the Game.

Wynne: Whoever said I meant the card game?

Vivienne: Oh very good! A woman after my own heart.

so i’ve got this headcanon, right?

when Steve starts looking for Bucky after ‘the winter soldier’ he starts in Brooklyn since that’s where they were born and raised. instead of Bucky he finds Rebecca, Bucky’s younger sister, and her family. Steve is quickly accepted and always has a place at their home. 

that’s also where Steve meets Wren Barnes, Bucky’s great niece. she’s about five but so full of energy and life. she reminds him so much of Bucky that it makes Steve search harder for his best friend. his stays with them become longer with each visit and he loves teaching wren all sorts of things like how to shoot a spitball and the best spots for hiding from her mom when it’s bath time.

Lupin

So I LOVE Italian Remus Lupin, but I also Love Welsh Rem. So I combined them into the little Welsh-Italian baby.

  • Lupin wizarding family was just an Italian family that had moved to the UK after the end of the first World War because of the massive debt down in Italy (meaning Lyall Lupin was born around that time and raised there so he went to Hogwarts.)
  • Hope Howell being raised in Wales by her parents and that area where she was investigating for the company she worked for is a common place she used to go to as a kid. And that ended up being the place she met the love of her life (and a stupid bogart) 
  • Remus being born and is like the perfect mix of them both, his mother’s accent, both their langues plus English, easily tanning skin despite sometimes looking like he would fry into a tomato (because the Lycanthrope kind of made him look like shitty pale all the time), and cooking, even light brown hair that was wavy

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm SO EXCITED for the referendum! I'm a Canadian, born and raised, but I've always been proud of my Scottish heritage, and not just as one of those "oh, I'm Scottish too". But I live in a place where a woman named Kellie Lietch is running for office. She is, in my opinion, Canada's Trump. The point of the matter is, I'm planning to move to Glasgow for university and GOOD LUCK HOPE YOU GET INDEPENDENCE FROM THISE TORY A**HOLES

Escape from the weird part of Canada and come here!

(( OutofGorgeous ))

So I left my house.

And essentially, according to my mother I have Aspergers which makes me incompetent of making my own decisions. On top of I’m apparently very easily influenced.

Hah.

Yeah, okay, Mom. After just reading my statement I gave to the sergeant, she said my Mom was mentally abusive, which I never would have thought because that was just how I was born and raised my whole life to be disciplined by insults and have my self-esteem completely crumple down. That was just normal for me.

I almost feel like my Mom wanted me to fail so I would have to stay at the house, forever. I wouldn’t be surprised.

Whatever. Might be needing to find a new place to stay besides where I am right now…

Los Angeles, California,
the place I call my home, but so far away from home I am.
Yes, I was born and raised in the 
City of Angels but my soul was born in an ancient land,
an unknown world, a speckle on a world map, called Armenia. 
Bloody scars and open wounds protrude my soul. 
A country where I’ve never been, never seen, only heard stories about,
but I yearn to go back.
My flesh knows not but my soul knows all,
yearning a homecoming with the souls of my ancestors.
1915 tattooed onto my forehead, 
I carry it around with me, we carry it together, we can never forget.
Los Angeles, California, my home,
but my real home, OUR real homes,
are inhabited by demons in disguise, spreading lies,
who plotted our demise,
but failed.
—  A Place Called Home - Humble Soul

anonymous asked:

Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down. And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a place called Nohr - where?. In west Castle Krakenburg born and raised, on the cold floors was where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool, and all shooting some cold looks outside of the school. When a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fi

“I…I do not know what to make of this.”

anonymous asked:

Where were you born? Do you take any pride in it or do you consider yourself more worldly?

Anonymous said: Meant to say raised, not born! >->

“Well, if you hadn’t gathered from my accent then I shouldn’t spoil it for you. But since you are curious, I can’t say I hold any pride for a specific place, since I no longer feel tied to it. I guess you could indeed call that worldly.” 

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I wish for a life in a farm.

The trek towards the Kabigan Falls is relatively flat. At the first part of the 30-ish-minute walk, you will pass by some rice fields and a few houses. 

When I was a kid, I thought living in a farm, or close to one, was bliss. Although our house back in my hometown isn’t near to any rice field, my grandfather was a farmer (he was gone before I was born), and one of my happiness was (and still is) the random trip to the rural part of our town where the old rice fields used to prosper, and in the actual place where my grandfather used to actually farm and raise his carabaos (water buffalo).

Several parts of our town have been developed into subdivisions, inviting more population (from other towns and cities), pollution, and destruction to the natural surrounding. Sorry it is true.

Photo notes: taken during the walk towards the Kabigan Falls. The place had a very strong rustic vibe and couldn’t help but to relive the feel with these photos, thus the edit. Click the photos for caption.

Ilocos Norte, Philippines