I’m Still Here And I Have A Strong Need To Yap

big day today

Knowledge is empowering

There was a dark haired woman in one of the buildings. Her hair was really pretty, and she was singing to her infant child (I couldn’t make out the lyrics. They were muffled like she was singing into an old radio). Osborne’s eyes grew blurry and wet when he heard it. I remember he sat at the pier the rest of that afternoon with one of the olde codgers that would sit and smoke. And a little girl with braids named Greta ran along the pier. She had a checkered dress of blue and white and her braids were completely perfect. She was laughing when she’d run along too.

I’ve been having these recurring dreams of a seaside town called Marlowe Bay from the POV of a young man named Osborne Scarborough living in his dad’s lighthouse and this is gonna be a long post of everything I’m gonna share that I saw in each dream in this town (more to come in reblogs)

1. There’s a washed up ivory clawfoot bathtub on the beach full of rope net, seaweed, a sea star, a gold monocle, a leather bag covered in barnacles and grime, and a single crab holding the monocle on the beach.

2. Martha Hampshire the closest neighboring lady with the white and red polka dotted dress and birds nest hair.

3. Fenton the lab mix. I love you Fenton.

4. Mr. Catch and his small fishing boat (accompanied by Fenton) with his marbled false eye and scallop shell tattoo.

5. Something about Osborne’s father causing Osborne’s eyes to tear up just hearing him be mentioned.

6. The young girl standing where the cliff met the pier, with a crab trap on her left foot like a shoe in the mist.

7. The way Osborne puts his gold rimmed glasses in his dad’s blue fisherman hat before he went to bed every night curled up in that big thick blue blanket in the lofty bed of the lighthouse.

What a year this week has been.

Unmute !

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I’ve been absent for days — we were suddenly evacuated after the surgical ward at our hospital was targeted. That night was hell.

I came back hoping for a bit of hope… but seeing the donations drop broke me more than I expected.

To the world: Do you think we’re lying? Is the BBC lying?

We’re being killed — in streets, in tents, even in hospitals.

We are human. Educated. We had jobs, dreams. Now we’re just trying to keep our families alive.

Please, share this. Help us be heard. Donate. Share. Speak up. Maybe it will reach a heart that cares.

hey white leftists

Sokka: Aang y'know how you took away Ozai’s firebending?

Aang: I recall yes

Sokka: can I have it

Aang: …what?

Sokka: can I have his firebending. just for like ten minutes

Aang: what no

Sokka: why not I wanna prank zuko

Aang:

Aang:

Aang: okay five minutes