I canāt believe heās gone. There are no words right now. Just sending prayers and healing thoughts to his wife and family at this time. Rest in Power Chadwick, hope itās better on the other side! Wakanda Foreverš
Happy Valentineās Day Dee!!
Happy Galentineās Day, my sister from another mister!ššš
ā¤ļøSame to you Dee!!!
10h
"In the instance an employer makes an illegal request for a photograph as part of a job application, you may submit a complaint to the United States Equal Employment Opportunity Commission." Successful violation fee collections are paid partially to the one who suffered the violation, which in many cases exceeds a year of work at these shit jobs. There's only two weak points to a corporation, and those are in the budget and in the supply chain. Hit them where it hurts.
Fucking word.
Learn your rights!
AUTO REBLOG IN CASE YOU MISSED THIS THE 1ST TIME AROUND.Ā It is important to KNOW YOUR RIGHTS.
Happy Birthday!!! Have a great day.ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø
Thanks Dee
ššāØSend this to the twelve nicest people you know or seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesomeš¤ā®ļøš«
ćas long as weāre together, what does it matter?ć
elementary (season 7)
just buddieā¢ things (insp)
I donāt know if I have any followers from Ukraine, but I hope everyone is able to stay safe. Thinking about you all.
He is Now (Full Moon Ficlet #472 - Amuse)
Written for @fullmoonficlet
Talia remembered when her son Derek was born. Heād come into the world quiet and severe and continued on that way. Even at three years old, he would play with the other children with an intense expression on his tiny face and no laughter echoing his siblings'. Talia worried. Derekās sensitivity made him appear weak. Although Laura was next in line to be Alpha, Derek would most likely step into place as her second and could not show weakness to other packs.
Her husband, Sebastian, assured her that Derek was fine. His thoughtfulness and sincerity would make him a good leader when the time came. Her brother Peter tried to take Derek under his wing, teaching him the dry humor Peter favored. Nothing seemed to bring a smile to his sonās face.
āOne day, he will meet the one to bring that smile, to amuse him in a way life does not,ā their emissary, Alan Deaton, assured her. āYou will know the one heās meant to be with when that happens.ā
Talia waved him off. It wasnāt that she didnāt believe in mates, but the stories always struck her as a bit far-fetched. Talia loved Sebastian, and heād changed her life, but she didnāt know if that meant they were mates any more than any other couple that fell in love and married. He hoped Alan was correct and latched onto that tiny shred of hope, even if she had to wait years before Derek met his supposed mate.
Talia watched Derek studying the sides of two cereal boxes, his face set in a deep frown. His lips moved as he read the words to himself. Talia wanted to smile and tell him just to get both boxes but didnāt want him to turn that frown on her. If she hadnāt been watching him so closely, she wouldāve missed the color shine in his eyes and the flare of his nostrils.
Sniffing discreetly, Talia didnāt smell anything amiss. She identified her friend Claudia nearby. She needed to talk to her, so she was about to head in her direction when a loud crash sounded from the next aisle over, followed by a quiet, āOw.ā
Derek dropped the cereal boxes and took off running, always ready to help someone in need. Talia chased after him, relieved that he kept to a human pace. As she rounded the corner, she spotted Claudia standing next to a large stack of cereal boxes that had once been a pyramid. She had a hand over her face and smelled of fondness and embarrassment.
Talia opened her mouth to check on her wellbeing when she heard something sheād never heard before in her life. Loud, childish laughter echoed in the aisle. Turning slowly, she gaped at Derek, who stood bent over with two boxes of cereal in his hands. Sitting on the floor, surrounded by cereal boxes, was a young boy with large brown eyes and a face dotted with moles. She recognized Claudiaās son Mieczyslaw or, as most called him, Stiles.
She did not recognize the pure joy on Derekās face as he brought his laughter under control and helped Stiles stand up. Working together, they started to clean up the cereal boxes. Derek kept letting out small laughs while Stiles talked a mile per minute. Talia marveled at his ability to speak without taking a breath. She jumped when Claudia laid a hand on her arm.
āYour son is adorable,ā Claudia said. āSo happy.ā
Talia smiled at her friend at the two boys who had moved to stand closer together, still chatting and laughing. āHe is now,ā she said with a smile while wiping at the tears that sprang to her eyes.
āYou can have my back any day.ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYeah, or yāknow, you could have mine.ā
Build your own Ghibli movie based on your height, birthday, favourite colour and zodiac sign.
Thanks for the tag Dee @novemberhushāĀ (this is mad late but wanted to see the outcome would be)
Find the images here.
A lost Princess fighting for their legacy! šøš¾Iād watch it!!!
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i love the idea of Loki legitimately dying and coming back as much as i love the idea of Thor crying over a Loki he thinks is dead who is very much clearly alive in his arms
Loki: *arriving at Stark tower, his clothing and hair singed and looking very pissed off*
Tony: Oh, wow. You smell awful, like you were barbequeued or something.
Loki: This is exactly why I donāt accompany Thor on adventures anymore.
Tony: Why? Did he burn down another orphanage?
Loki: No. I got knocked out in battle.
Tony: In a firey battle?
Loki: No.
Tony: Then why-
Loki: Thor thought I was dead again. I woke up on a burning boat on its way to the edge of Asgard.
Tony: ā¦
Tony: What?
Loki: He tried to send me off with a funeral pyre. He put all my favourite books and daggers on that boat too. Now all of it is burnt and gone.
Tony: ā¦
Tony: Have you considered that maybe your brother is trying to kill you?
Loki: ā¦
Loki: And there everyone keeps saying that we are nothing alike.