I can see light in you — there’s a light in all of us.
I can see light in you — there’s a light in all of us.
I like the feeling of a company behind you, the camaraderie that you share and develop with a group of people that you literally jump off a ledge with every single night, these enormous leaps of faith that you make with these people who were effectively strangers but then are suddenly someone that you hold hands with and walk in to what feels like battle. And if the play is a success, then you share the joy of that, it’s a very emotional experience.
- wicked hella music
- it made me cry more than once
- "we are groot"
- the queen of sci-fi and chris pratt
- basically it was just a band of misfits, not heroes, saving a planet
- tiny dancing groot
- it never took itself too seriously, and even though it was an action movie, it was still funny and heartfelt
- there was about 12% of a romantic subplot, but it never went very far
- just groot in general
“Just so everyone is aware, there is a bunch of misleading info being spread around re: ALS research - the “27%” figure is based on previous years’ annual funding; furthermore, the remainder goes to improving the quality of life of those suffering from ALS. Given that the annual funding is approximately 16M, that’s just over 4M spent on decreasing their suffering. It isn’t greed, it’s a lack of money.”
Shut up already.
And the next time you start to complain about a charity either a) working on multiple fronts (because that’s what ALSA does—both seeking a cure and helping people suffering now) or b) daring to have administration expenses—let’s see how long you can last, much less tackle a cause, without printer paper and an internet connection.
As someone who has watched a family member die from a neuro-degenerative disease; funding to develop better wheelchairs and bedsore creams is *just* as important as funding research to cure the disease itself…
A friend of mine posted an update from one of HER friends to FB earlier. Her dad has ALS. The ALS foundation came out to see if they could put in a ramp for his wheelchair, but they couldn’t afford it because of the kind of ramp he needed for the kind of house they had.
This week they called back and said hey, the thing is, we suddenly have a bunch of money, so we’re coming out to build that ramp. And they did. She posted pics.
So if you feel like bitching about the ice bucket challenge…reconsider.
So I’ve been working on this for a while now, a Rumbelle answer to the AU prompt ‘he needs a date to his ex’s wedding’. It’s not half ready yet, but here’s a bit from the beginning:
Miss French nodded, happily – did the girl do anything but smile? – and once again pushed the pie toward him. “I’m really sorry to do this to you,” she said, when once again he didn’t take it from her, “but Emma said you were already invited, and every email or phone call I make to city hall gets the same blanket ‘we’ll get back to you’ response, and I haven’t gotten a meeting with anyone in a year. Emma’d already used up her plus one’s on Bae and Henry so…”
“So they were scouting around for an unattached soul with an invite and a weakness,” he said, somewhat sourly, unhappily caught off-guard by her bright, unwavering – distressingly genuine – smile, and her unexpected prettiness.
When he’d been told about the poor town librarian in need of a meeting with the city council, Gold had pictured a plain, mousy, perhaps somewhat dowdy woman who would be frightened of her own shadow and unwilling to say more than two quiet words to him. All in all, he hadn’t expected this at all.
The undeterred, sunny-smiled young lady before him was none of what he’d imagined. She was gorgeous, for one thing, all huge, bright blue eyes and tumbling chestnut curls, and she was all but bouncing with enthusiasm in her ridiculous patent leather stilettos. Her dark blue skirt was flatteringly short without being inappropriate, showing off extended miles of leg in her sheer black stockings, and her neat cream blouse showed off a petite but rather lovely figure.
It was still her smile that caught him, though, and kept catching him every time he looked at her face: it was sincere, any fool could see that, and full of real warmth, and with her cherry-red lipstick framing that beaming grin she looked like an intoxicating cross between an intelligent seductress and a delighted child.
Gold didn’t like surprises, for all that he supposed that this should be a very happy one indeed, and he didn’t like people to confound his expectations. The more he growled, it seemed, the more agreeable Belle French became.
He could do worse, he thought, much worse, for a date to Cora Mills’ wedding. Who knew? Good company might even make it bearable.
stop the phrase “tattle-tale”. stop indirectly telling kids that if they speak up about someone that’s bothering them, they’re doing something bad. stop contributing to the culture of abuse.
*whispers*… support all ace people.
All of them. Everyone of the goddamned spectrum. Most of us spent too long feeling very broken or confused to later get told we dont get to be part of the one community we feel we relate to.
Sex repulsed ace? You’re great. I feel.you. I know exactly what that’s like.
Sex positive ace? Man thats awesome. Whether it’s just from a like casual interest or curiosity in it as a fascinating topic or as an active participant because you like how it feels. If you arent attracted sexually to people you’re ace too and still welcome here.
Grey-a? I bet that was really confusing to figure out man, im so glad you’re here. Don’t worry I promise you’re awesome too, youre not a “fake” or anything like that.
Demi? You go, dude. Being attracted to your partner or someone you have that bond with doesnt make you less a part of our community. It doesnt meanmyou were “never really ace” or that now you’re totally allosexual. Demi is just as valid as other orientations.
Basically anyone that feels like they are part of the ace spectrum is awesome and you belong here, fuck what other people tell you.
Unless you’re a raging asshole and like a murderer or something. Then you arent awesome.