“Our house was small, and when you grow up with domestic violence in a confined space you learn to gauge, very precisely, the temperature of situations. I knew exactly when the shouting was done and a hand was about to be raised – I also knew exactly when to insert a small body between the fist and her face, a skill no child should ever have to learn. Curiously, I never felt fear for myself and he never struck me, an odd moral imposition that would not allow him to strike a child. The situation was barely tolerable: I witnessed terrible things, which I knew were wrong, but there was nowhere to go for help. Worse, there were those who condoned the abuse. I heard police or ambulancemen, standing in our house, say, “She must have provoked him,” or, “Mrs Stewart, it takes two to make a fight.” They had no idea. The truth is my mother did nothing to deserve the violence she endured. She did not provoke my father, and even if she had, violence is an unacceptable way of dealing with conflict. Violence is a choice a man makes and he alone is responsible for it.”
I love this man.
Damn straight, Cap’n.
This man is amazing in infinite ways.
me and tumblr and art
;___; all the time
well, glad to know I’m not the only one
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter’s night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman’s ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?
- HE WAS TEN
- THE ENCHANTRESS TURNED A TEN-YEAR-OLD INTO A BEAST FOR BEING A BRAT
- THAT IS WHAT TEN-YEAR-OLDS ARE, ENCHANTRESS
- THEY ARE BRATS
- IT IS THEIR DEFAULT STATE OF BEING
- AND HE’S APPARENTLY AN ORPHAN OR SOMETHING, WHICH DOESN’T HELP THINGS
Okay obviously Disney meant for him to be in his late teens, but if you are like me and pay too much attention - Lumiere sings “ten years we’ve been rusting, needing so much more than dusting” and the rose dies on the prince’s 21st birthday, ergo he was ten or younger when the spell was cast - then you get unnecessarily riled up about these things.
I always catch that and get a little angry but then think they might have just fudged the years. Also ten sounds more dramatic.
Deep in the Costa Rican jungle, a fisherman named Chito discovered a crocodile that had been shot in the eye by a cattle farmer and left for dead. Chito was able to drag the massive reptile into his boat and brought him to his home, where he stayed by his side for months, nursing him back to health.
He named the croc Pocho. “I stayed by Pocho’s side while he was ill, sleeping next to him at night. I just wanted him to feel that somebody loved him, that not all humans are bad.” said Chito, ““It meant a lot of sacrifice. I had to be there every day. I love all animals – especially ones that have suffered.”
The day finally came when Pocho was strong enough to go back into the wild. Chito took him to a lake near his house and released him, but the animal simply got back out of the water and followed him home.
“Then I found out that when I called his name he would come over to me.” says Chito. The fisherman has been hesitant to tell his story, even though 20 years have passed since he first rescued Pocho.
Pocho is roughly 5.18 meters (17 feet) long. He and Chito play, wrestle and hug on a daily basis. That bond, Chito said, took years to forge.
“After a decade I started to work with him.”, says Chito casually, “At first it was slow, slow. I played with him a bit, slowly doing more.”
Chito has told his story now only to raise awareness of the cruelty that can be done to animals, and the difference that affection and treating other rightly can make.
“He’s my friend, I don’t want to treat him like a slave or exploit him.” said Chito, “I am happy because I rescued him and he is happy with me because he has everything he needs.”
you know you’ve stayed up too late when the australians start blogging
John spends three years trying to get over Sherlock. He takes on odd jobs, helping Lestrade with cases and occasionally taking shifts at the hospital. He meets a nice girl, Mary. Time passes. But John doesn’t forget.
Sherlock spends three years biding his time. In spare minutes between toppling Moriarty’s worldwide crime web, he carefully plans his return.
Finally, Sherlock can go no longer without revealing himself
He spots John. The moment is perfect.
if you ever feel bad about you r art jsut remember that youre not responsible for this manga