those were the days of our lives

~sad rubyverse things while i avoid work~

  • eyeball and our ruby bonding as ruby survivors of the war

  • eyeball laughing w/ our ruby about the old uniforms and drills and just those Little Ruby Things from back in the day

  • eyeball talking abt survivors guilt and telling ruby how she wants to be recognized by homeworld the same way jasper is: as a hero and worthy of remembrance, if anything but to validate herself and the experiences of all other rubies, living or shattered

  • our ruby admitting to deep guilt for the two other rubies of sapphire’s guard, knowing deep down that in the absence of herself and sapphire the two other innocent rubies were probably punished, which she never talks about with sapphire ever, but she stays up with guilt all the time praying that they’re still alive

Ya know what’s sad? 

That we were the generation that was fortunate enough to grow up with AMAZING shows with AMAZING characters that we could look up to.

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These characters weren’t grown ups. 

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There was no corny humor.

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 Okay, a tiny bit.

 But we were provided with well thought-out scripts, with excellent stories that had great casting from kids that loved to act and were passionate about what they did. 

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Also, they didn’t just play their part, they became that character that still lives on in our hearts to this day from our childhood, and I’m thankful for that. 

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I want kids to grow up with shows and movies that can inspire them to create-to want to become those characters when they’re outside playing with their friends or writing a story that can come from that world. 

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For the kids to inspired and to be grateful for the hard work those people did to create a show that helped them get through school, or a hard time in their life. 

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Because maybe one day, one of those kids will make a story, and it will be because of those characters that they grew up with, that contributed to creating a new story to tell to a new generation of kids, yearning to hear, look and listen to what the world has to provide to them. 

That’s just how amazing these shows can be. 

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“How does one mourn for six million people who died? How many candles does one light? How many prayers does one recite? Do we know how to remember the victims, their solitude, their helplessness? They left us without a trace, and we are their trace.” -Elie Wiesel.

The Holocaust is a scar in our history. 6 Million Jews were murdered by the evil Nazis. Women, men and children as one. Between the victims there were also war prisoners, Homosexuals, Disabled people etc. – Those who didn’t match the Nazis’ rotten ideology. Those who were considered too inferior to live.

All of us are different. We shall accept the differences between us and treat each other with respect. We shall avoid hate, judgment and stereotypes. Fill your heart with love to the people around you, live in peace and celebrate everyone’s uniqueness. We shall all remember the terrors of the Holocaust, and take it with us in our hearts as each day goes, and never let anything like this happen again. Never again.

International Holocaust Remembers Day 2017.


Black Lives Matter.

Before those three words became a hashtag and an inspirational rallying cry for a new national movement, they were a heartbreaking plea for simple recognition.

First shared publicly on a Saturday in the summer of 2013 — the day George Zimmerman’s acquittal for the murder of Trayvon Martin seemed to say the opposite — “Black Lives Matter” was an affirmation of a basic humanity too long denied.

In a recent phone interview, Alicia Garza reflected on the moment she posted “Black people. I love you. I love us. Our lives matter” to Facebook, how her friend and fellow activist Patrisse Cullors then shared Black Lives Matter as a hashtag, and why it has resonated so powerfully ever since.

“We live in a world where it’s not actually true,” Garza explained. “To have a message that is affirming of people’s existence, is affirming of people’s experiences.”

That message of affirmation continues to resonate far beyond Garza’s words — and it’s what makes the movement she co-founded (along with Cullors and Opal Tometi) so different from the fights for civil rights that came before. From Gandhi to Martin Luther King Jr. to Nelson Mandela, social justice movements have always been about more than their courageous and inspirational leaders. It’s the multitude of diverse individuals who unified behind a common cause that propelled movements forward.

But the diversity of those unified individuals wasn’t always so visible — and that’s what sets #BLM and the collective Movement for Black Lives apart from their predecessors. While #BLM has been justifiably hailed for galvanizing a new generation of activists through social media and mobilizing through a more distributed organizational structure, its leaders see their embrace of intersectionality and the foregrounding of multidimensional identities and perspectives as critical to ensuring this movement succeeds.

“Blackness is not a monolith,” Garza said. “There is no one way to be black.” Read more

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Meagan Foster’s–or as she was formerly known, Billie Lurk–cabin on the Dreadful Wale. The audiograph you can see on the right contains Daud’s thoughts on Delilah:

“I’ve learned that our choices always matter to someone, somewhere. And sooner or later, in ways we can’t always fathom, the consequences come back to us. I came from Serkonos to Dunwall as a boy and made my living as a killer, one of the few who’ve heard the Outsider’s voice. I murdered an Empress, but saved her daughter, who will one day rule an Empire. Those were my choices. I’m ready for what comes.”

There’s a whaler mask on the right and two bone charms hidden in the cabinet.

We’re teenagers. We’re still learning. Shit Happens. We cheat, we lie, we criticize, we fight over stupid things. We fall in love and end up getting hurt. We bitch, bitch, bitch, and bitch. We bitch about bitches being bitches. We party till dawn, we drink till we pass out. We hate people for no reason, we call each other names. We stay up late having deep conversations, or stay up late just to think. We go out and have a kick ass time with our friends and THOSE WILL BE THE MEMORIES. One day that’s going to all pass. You can waste your time on focusing on all the bad things, but one day you’re gonna wish you were still a teenager. So make the most of what you have now, forget all the bullshit and drama and LIVE YOUR FUCKING LIFE WITH A SEXY SMILE ON YOUR FACE!!!!!

24th January 2017

After being absent for 14 years, today is the anniversary day of Fox Mulder and Dana Scully returning to our screens! Do y’all remember how much fun it was, to be here and share this experience with all the other fans?! The positive energy that was on everyone’s dash….maaan, those were good days. So, I decided that I’ll reblog some of the silliness from THE DAY. The day, when The X-files came back to our lives or, in the case of the new fans, appeared for the first time in their lives. 

Lately not much is going on, so I think we could all use some silly and happy things. So here is a bit of reminder to all, what could happen when they finally announce that new season! 

If you want, join me and share posts from that day. Let’s remember why we are here! 😘

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Happy Anniversary, X-Philes!

the two best moments in the sense8 christmas special were Hernando’s “Art is love made public” speech and Lito’s “I can’t live a lie, I am gay, I won’t hide it anymore. Fuck consequences” speech, those moments saved 2016

Privacy questions aside, I can barely recall our time together during our first weekend. I didn’t know how I would live through the five whole days of filming following that first weekend. Those five days on set together went unbearably slowly, with our having to behave toward each other as though the weekend before hadn't even occurred. Weekdays were off-limits, intimacy-wise.
—  Carrie Fisher, The Princess Diarist

The sixth Beatle Stuart Sutcliffe met photographer Astrid Kirchherr when The Beatles were in Hamburg. They fell in love instantly and became each other’s muses. In 1960 they got engaged but it was short-lived. Stuart died in Astrid’s arms on April, 10, 1962 of a brain hemorrhage. To this day, Astrid still loves Stuart immensely. He was her soulmate. 

“Eventually Stuart and Astrid got off with each other; Astrid was really cute—so was Stuart, you can see from their pictures that they were.” - George Harrison.

“[Their relationship was] like one of those fairy tales.” - Pete Best.

“They always looked magnificently cool—black polo-neck sweaters, narrow tailored jeans. Stu was our James Dean and Astrid was a waiflike figure who looked like Mia Farrow.” - Mike McCartney.

“I love you Astrid, with all my heart and soul.” - Stuart.

“I love you forever and always. You are the love of my life.” - Astrid.

A few things I have to say about all this costume thing

I asked 10 random people on street 5 friends and 5 family members about if Ali’s costume was offensive and told them the story about it, they looked at me laughed and of them said: people these days like to make everything a big deal.

So I’m mexican, my family is mexican, I live and love México and because of that as a Mexican I’m not offended by her costume, I get offended in some things like when people think 5 de Mayo is our Independence Day because it’s not (we don’t even celebrate it)

My point here in Mexico many people for Halloween were dressed as catrinas or catrines (yes for Halloween and also of course for Día de los Muertos on November 2nd) so… no! IT’S NOT offensive you know what’s offensive? Those Mexicans or latinos who goes to USA or other countries , live there and are racists to other latinos! That’s fucking offensive, not a Halloween costume FFS.

For the last part: Ali’s costume and make up was on point 🙌🏻👌🏻👌🏻


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Bad luck was never something you really believed in. You didn’t really believe in jinxes, curses, good luck; none of that really meant anything to you. They weren’t ideas that you readily entertained.

Until you were hit with the worst luck of your life.

You’d had bad days before. You’d had bad weeks before. Neither of those really set your teeth on edge or pushed your belief in bad luck. But by the end of the worst month of your life, you were beginning to rethink your stance entirely.

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“Our life is made up of time; our days are measured in hours, our pay measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by years. We grab a few quick minutes in our busy day to have a coffee break. We rush back to our desks, we watch the clock, we live by appointments. And yet your time eventually runs out and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades were being spent the best way they possibly could. In other words, if you could change anything, would you?”

anonymous asked:

I've hated mankind since 9/11, become increasingly despaired since Ferguson, and suicidal every day for almost a year because of Trump. Attempted suicide twice and planning a third next month. Hospitalized twice. Meds and therapy don't help. If I try to join a good cause I'll break down crying because I'm convinced nothing can ever change. Same goes with every bit of social media or media at all related to these. My own good life means nothing. Should I really bother living any more?

Yes. As horrible as it is, being alive is our responsibility to those who wish that they were. This is the equivalent argument that because there are starving kids out there, you should eat your vegetables. Well you gotta. “Being alive is the envy of the dead.” There are so many in the world that want what you have now. And with this life of ours we owe some measure of dignity and compassion towards others. That means staying alive and eating your vegetables.

The world is a pretty shitty place. But it has been in the past, and it has often been much  worse in the past. Violence is down, tolerance is up. More people can read. More people are connected to each other. But these are trying times, especially on the mind. But we’d be unfair if we judged our world worse than the ones countless generations of our mothers and fathers have borne before us. This time is our challenge. It may not have been the challenge we wanted but its our job together to see it through.

I would urge you to continue seeking help. And to call the suicide hotline. tel:1-800-273-8255

I don’t know why you came to me. I don’t know what I can do for you. But know that I love you, though you are a stranger. I say that because as humans, we love each other. This is the challenge that we bear. Please get help. Please help us bear this. We can’t bear losing you.

How am I supposed to help ?
What am I supposed to do ?
Pray that Allah SWT can forgive me and the Muslim ummah for failing our brothers and sisters who are being killed every single day.
Pray that Allah SWT will give all those innocent lives that were taken a spot in Jannah.
Pray that the people responsible for these crimes repent and ask for forgiveness.
Pray that this constant life of terror for these people ends.
Just Pray that we all Pray….
The least we can do.

He was gone, and I did not have time to tell him what I had just now realized: that I forgave him, and that she forgave us, and that we had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth. There were so many of us who would have to live with things done and things left undone that day. Things that did not go right, things that seemed okay at the time because we could not see the future. If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can’t know better until knowing better is useless. And as I walked back to give Takumi’s note to the Colonel, I saw that I would never know. I would never know her well enough to know her thoughts in those last minutes, would never know if she left us on purpose. But the not-knowing would not keep me from caring, and I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.” 
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

Our life is made up of time; our days are measured in hours, our pay measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by years. We grab a few quick minutes in our busy day to have a coffee break. We rush back to our desks, we watch the clock, we live by appointments. And yet your time eventually runs out and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades were being spent the best way they possibly could. In other words, if you could change anything, would you?

A non-Avengers AU where Steve is still Captain America and has been defrosted and working for SHIELD but is even more of a maladjusted shut-in than he already is and his team runs into Loki or the Enchantress or someone and Steve gets whammied with a curse and is turned into a frog or something. And the magic-user is all “good luck getting out of this one when your true love died in the forties! BWAHAHAHAHA.” SHIELD’s just like, “we have no protocol for this, what have our lives become, do you remember when we were a normal agency, Nick, remember those days?”

So Natasha and Clint pack up Steve and start taking him out to bars and parties and Natasha tricks something like a hundred and fifty drunk girls into kissing Steve but none of it works. “You’re too picky,” Clint says irritiably when a pretty young woman in a little black dress laughingly kisses Steve on the head before dancing off with her friends. “She was gorgeous and she has her own business. Smart and hot, Steve. Work with us here.”

And they’re just about to leave when the girl comes back, dragging a handsome and vaguely familiar guy with her and she’s like “Can my friend kiss your frog? He needs to find his true love.” And the guy is all, “Jan, you are drunk, I am not kissing a frog.” And she’s like “I spent ten minutes trapped in a room with that asshole you brought as a date, the frog is better, just kiss him already.” 

And frankly, Clint thinks this is hilarious, so he holds out Steve (if the frog is glaring at him a little, Clint’s gotten good at ignoring it. Steve’s going to have words with them if he ever gets fixed). Jan scoops the frog up and pats Steve gently on the head. “This is Tony,” she says. “He’s dumb, but cute and he deserves a prince in his life. Or princess. Or whatever you turn out to be, he’s flexible.”

Tony rolls his eyes because Jan is explaining his sexual orientation to a frog, this is why they both need to stop drinking, really. But she hold out the frog and Tony just wants to go home and put this double date to an end so he leans in and very carefully (it’s not the frog’s fault everyone is a lunatic, after all) presses a kiss to the top of Steve’s head.

It takes a few minutes for the commotion to die down, but after the lights fade away and the wind dies down, and Tony is sprawled on his back on the floor with a very naked Steve straddling his chest while they blink at each other, Natasha strolls back in (she said she had to go to the ladies room, but Clint knows she’s just been playing games on her phone in the alley for thirty minutes) and surveys the scene. “Hey, Stark.”

Tony is still staring at Steve (so is Jan, much to her fiance’s dismay) but he spares a moment to roll his eyes at Natasha. “Romanoff.”

Natasha grins at Steve - he glares, which is significantly less impressive when he’s blushing - and says to Clint, “Fury’s going to kill you and I don’t want to break in a new partner. We were never here?”

And they totally ditch their naked teammate with his new True Love.