PlEaSe!

to kick off pride month i will say that jane from doom patrol is bi as fuck and there’s absolutely nothing any of you can do about it

“Some years ago, I was stuck on a crosstown bus in New York City during rush hour. Traffic was barely moving. The bus was filled with cold, tired people who were deeply irritated—with one another; with the rainy, sleety weather; with the world itself. Two men barked at each other about a shove that might or might not have been intentional. A pregnant woman got on, and nobody offered her a seat. Rage was in the air; no mercy would be found here.

But as the bus approached Seventh Avenue, the driver got on the intercom. “Folks,” he said, “I know you’ve had a rough day and you’re frustrated. I can’t do anything about the weather or traffic, but here’s what I can do. As each one of you gets off the bus, I will reach out my hand to you. As you walk by, drop your troubles into the palm of my hand, okay? Don’t take your problems home to your families tonight—just leave ‘em with me. My route goes right by the Hudson River, and when I drive by there later, I’ll open the window and throw your troubles in the water. Sound good?”

It was as if a spell had lifted. Everyone burst out laughing. Faces gleamed with surprised delight. People who’d been pretending for the past hour not to notice each other’s existence were suddenly grinning at each other like, is this guy serious?

Oh, he was serious.

At the next stop—just as promised—the driver reached out his hand, palm up, and waited. One by one, all the exiting commuters placed their hand just above his and mimed the gesture of dropping something into his palm. Some people laughed as they did this, some teared up—but everyone did it. The driver repeated the same lovely ritual at the next stop, too. And the next. All the way to the river.

We live in a hard world, my friends. Sometimes it’s extra difficult to be a human being. Sometimes you have a bad day. Sometimes you have a bad day that lasts for several years. You struggle and fail. You lose jobs, money, friends, faith, and love. You witness horrible events unfolding in the news, and you become fearful and withdrawn. There are times when everything seems cloaked in darkness. You long for the light but don’t know where to find it.

But what if you are the light? What if you’re the very agent of illumination that a dark situation begs for?

That’s what this bus driver taught me—that anyone can be the light, at any moment. This guy wasn’t some big power player. He wasn’t a spiritual leader. He wasn’t some media-savvy “influencer.” He was a bus driver—one of society’s most invisible workers. But he possessed real power, and he used it beautifully for our benefit.

When life feels especially grim, or when I feel particularly powerless in the face of the world’s troubles, I think of this man and ask myself, What can I do, right now, to be the light? Of course, I can’t personally end all wars, or solve global warming, or transform vexing people into entirely different creatures. I definitely can’t control traffic. But I do have some influence on everyone I brush up against, even if we never speak or learn each other’s name. How we behave matters because within human society everything is contagious—sadness and anger, yes, but also patience and generosity. Which means we all have more influence than we realize.

No matter who you are, or where you are, or how mundane or tough your situation may seem, I believe you can illuminate your world. In fact, I believe this is the only way the world will ever be illuminated—one bright act of grace at a time, all the way to the river.“

–Elizabeth Gilbert

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Has anyone thought about the fact that after Avengers Endgame, we can’t say this anymore?

Tony Stark is alive

Steve Rogers is alive

Bruce Banner is alive

Natasha Romanoff is alive

Thor Odinson is alive

Clint Barton is alive.

Re-post while you still can. Because we’re in the endgame now.

Pure Art

classy shinin’ boys ♡

ok u caught me i’m stupid

I could imagine this so well😂😂

[Twice and Mamamoo meet]

Nayeon, arms wrapped around Jeongyeon: Oh you think you’re gayer than us?

Sana, arms wrapped around Dahyun: Well you aren’t.

Moonbyul, backed into a corner: Uh… okay?

Nayeon, kissing Jeongyeon: WE *kiss* ARE *kiss* THE *kiss* GAY *kiss* QUEENS!

Sana, kissing Dahyun: *kiss* BOW *kiss* BEFORE *kiss* US!

Momo, poking Hwasa’s thighs: Damn you thicc!

Hwasa, poking Momo’s abs: Damn you stacked!

Chaeyoung, dabbing in the corner with Wheein: I have finally found someone who matches my level of swag!

Tzuyu, playing video games with Mina in the next room: I’ve never liked beagles.

Solar, sipping tea: So what’s it like being the mom of eight girls?

Jihyo, fidgeting: I haven’t slept in six days, I’m running on thirteen five hour energies. This morning Jeongyeon ate the last bowl of cereal and I almost got shanked trying to stop Tzuyu from killing her. Dahyun thought it would be fun to fill our bathtub with ducks, I have no idea where she got them from. Chaeyoung stuck tampons up Momo’s nose while she was sleeping and she couldn’t breathe and almost died. Nayeon and Sana wouldn’t stop kissing the other girls and it turned into a fist fight. Would you like to adopt one or two or maybe eight of them?

(Please read replies!!) Are you telling me that the MEDIA is paying a white woman to act as George Floyd's fiance in interviews and tell people to stop protesting to the police?? WHAT NOW?????

there's a lot to bitch about re: supernatural but at least it was made in 2005 starring teen soap actors on the cw with one million episodes per season. that's real television. if they made that shit now it would be like six episodes on apple tv and glen powell would be in it. so count your fucking blessings.