those who see it

aberryphoto: Icaught this photo of Colin Farrell supporting @Gatepath for their “Power of Possibilities” Event last night in San Francisco. Colin shared his heart-warming experiences of raising a son with special needs. This was a beautiful event by a Great organization, bringing attention to those of us who deserve inclusion and respect. It was refreshing to see that someone with such a powerful platform such as Colin’s can be such a empathic, generous and socially responsible person.. Our world needs more of Mr. Farrell and more of Gatepath! #POP2017 #colinfarrell

anonymous asked:

wait if it's not too much of a pain/too personal can you explain why your fellow kiwis think you're foreign?

Not too personal at all! It’s mostly just my accent. Apparently I don’t sound ‘traditionally kiwi’ by any means, so whenever people meet me for the first time they will often ask “Oh, how long have you been in the county? Do you like it here?” and stuff like that. 

It’s not a big deal, but it’s fun because I’ve lived here 99% of my life. 

okay as much as i hate Hands and the fact that hes attempting to drive such a wedge between silver and flint, he is right.

silver and flint are completely and utterly smitten. now, whether you interpret it as camaraderie or love is up to you, but they are so deeply intertwined with each other it’s clear to see for anyone who watches the show. those two provide each other with the truest, most fulfilling relationship either has experienced in a long time. hell, silver is the only one flint can trust since the Great Gates Debacle and flint was literally silver’s fucking beginning.

so yeah, the second flint opens his mouth, john damn well will forgive flint, and vice versa. so fuck you israel hands.

anonymous asked:

I wish you would have wrote in the caption of your reblog what you wrote in the tag; because I believe what you said to be both true and beautiful. For Regis and Clarus.

Aww anon! I got really emotional and carried away. Only meant to just like write a few tags aND THEN MY EMOTIONS TOOK OVER.

I took a screen cap for those who couldn’t see it. QQ

Regis and Clarus are friend goals lbr.

On Fledglings

One common misconception among recently incarnated angels is that heaven must have been full of young, green, “fledgling” angels, who flitted about the ankles of the mature and were doted on by the community. In truth, fledglings are rare in the kingdom of heaven. Because the vast majority of angels were created, not born, it isn’t everyday that you see an immature angel. Those fledglings who did exist were normally brought up by their parents in privacy. While some were trained in their youth, only those who had reached a relative physical maturity truly began any sort of scholarly or physical training outside of the family venue.

Furthermore, because time works differently in heaven than it does on earth, there was no official sign of any coming-of-age or reaching maturation. Some fledglings could seem to grow in days; others, in centuries.

anonymous asked:

Now I reeaaally want a grooming scene btw Red and Liz. Can you imagine??

ahhhahaha it’s been playing in my head on a loop, anon. maybe one day they will manage to recapture a similar level of trust and closeness. i would like that a lot. for gsr it took about 7 angst-y years to get there and while i doubt tbl (still) has the same luxury of time (thanks to tim who’s so interesting that not one but 2 shows are now failing to capture his complexity), there’s still time for some good decisions.

(for those of you who are seeing this randomly on your dash, let me add that we are referencing a shaving scene feat. romantic bonding btw two adults)

anonymous asked:

ALLY THIS IS YOU 100000% 💛💛💛💛💛 My goal in life is to be one of those people who are just light. You see them and you suddenly feel so warm inside and all you want to do is hug them. And they look at you and smile with the warmest light in their eyes…. and you love them. maybe not in a romantic way but you just want to be close to them and you hope some of their light transfers onto you.


its 12am and im gonna sleep but lemme post some real thots i think to myself around this time. im terrified of being with someone because of fear that im not good enough. not confirming to society standards of attractive. like, when i see someone, i don’t care about those things. i see beauty in anyone im interested because of who they are! and it should be like that! and maybe it is. but i fear that the minute im with a guy i’ll hate myself for “forcing him into a relationship with me.” feel disgusting. hate the way i look, my weight, any little details about my body, how i present myself, etc. i want to feel happy about myself!!!!! i want to be with a guy who accepts me for who i am now and not what i could be. i just want to be loved… and to love someone… just as we are.

Friendly reminder that Yuuri is the top skater of the Japanese Skating Federation and he is literally

the face of figure skating on their website.

And in case you want close-ups:

They’re pretty good shots, too.

So yeah, in case you weren’t sure how big Yuuri was in Japan - he is literally the biggest, the best male figure skater in the country. Sort of puts things into perspective, doesn’t it?

Valentine’s Date Night

A super late piece for @jojosrealityisimaginative through @klancevalentines ! I’m soso sorry that this is incredibly late but I hope that you like it!


Based off @goldentruth813‘s post, have a bit of drarry love  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

I’m a feminist because...

I’m a feminist because everyone should be.

Growing up, my parents would always tell me to be properly dressed around my brothers. Never mind that they were walking around in short boxer briefs, it was me who had to be presentable. I was the girl, after all.

In school, I was always taught that the way I dressed affected a boy’s education. I was taught that the slight peek of my shoulder was enough to get me sent to the head office. It was much too distracting, because after all, a boy’s education had to be more important than a girl’s. At least, that was what they were teaching me.

This is why I’m a feminist.

I’m a feminist because it is 2017, and when I talk about how unfair it is that a professional athlete gets to walk away from the accusation of raping a girl without a single ding to their career, I’m some sort of radical that needs to calm down. Because that poor girl’s life will never be the same, but said athlete’s career is perfectly intact.

I’m a feminist because my aunt says things like, “Oh, those feminists, they just need to shave their armpits and get over it.” Because somehow the grooming of my body hair has everything to do with the rights I’m fighting for.

I’m a feminist because people still think you must have a vagina to be considered a woman.

I’m a feminist because I am 20 years old, and when I tell people I’m not sure I want to have kids, they look at me like I just defied all womankind.

I’m a feminist because when mothers choose to work rather than stay at home with their children, they aren’t doing “enough.”

I’m a feminist because when fathers choose to stay at home with their children rather than work, they somehow aren’t as “manly.”

I’m a feminist because parents still won’t let their sons play with Barbies.

I’m a feminist because young boys are taught that crying is bad. Showing emotion is bad, better to bottle it up and never feel. If you cry, you’re a girl, and no one wants to be a girl.

I’m a feminist because when my family talks about the Women’s March that happened yesterday, they say things like, “What’s protesting going to change?” and “They’re honestly just wasting their time. Nobody’s going to listen to them.” Never mind that the country we are living in found its freedom through protesting—No Taxation Without Representation. But I suppose that’s okay. It was men protesting then.

I’m a feminist because when my aunt saw a picture of a man marching with women yesterday, she snorted and said, “What’s he doing there? Doesn’t he have something better to do?” Her seven year old son was sitting next to her.

I’m a feminist because a highly qualified politician lost the presidential election to a less than mediocre businessman who based his campaign on misogyny, racism, bigotry, and slander. Because this country would rather see an over privileged, racist, homophobic, white man, whose years of experience sums up to zero, in office rather than a woman whose qualifications are more than his will ever be. Because I somehow have to have years of experience before I can even get my first job, but Donald Trump can get sworn into office without a single day of political experience.

I’m a feminist because the President of the United States speaks vilely of women and all minorities, and I’m the terrible one for disliking him.

I’m a feminist because I get made fun of for being a feminist.

I’m a feminist because I want the next generation of girls to live in a better world than mine.

I’m a feminist for these reasons and so many others.

I’m a feminist because everyone should be.


“I’m in a multi-storey car park and I notice that I’m surrounded by the Flintstones”

Alex + The Dream Synopsis lyrics