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tiny baksuz got into holiday spirit 🎄❄️ he hopes you will have a good time during the holidays, surrounded by your loved ones 😸🌟 inspired by the famous christmas tail kitty, and also by so many other cute, pointy tailed kittens 🖤 reblogs are greatly appreciated!🌟

Ask yourself, would a small woodland mouse wearing an apron and/or jaunty corduroy vest do this activity? If not, stop immediately.

I WANT TO READ ALL THE BOOKS, STUDY ALL THE LANGUAGES, ADMIRE ALL THE ART... BUT I AM JUST SO TIRED!!!

“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

i've had enough of being so brave about it i want to start screaming

Behind the Scenes of Seventeen’s Call Call Call MV

Seventeen: *chatting around a board table loudly with various noises*

Pledis: *clears throat* Excuse me,  I have some ideas for your first Japanese release! I think they are really good an… *trails off as Seventeen keeps ignoring his whole life and keeps talking*

S.Coups: Alright guys, that’s enough, let’s settle down.

Seventeen: *immediate silence*

Pledis:

S.Coups: I called this meeting today so that we can talk about what concept we should do for our new Japanese release.

Pledis: Um I called this meetin-

Hoshi: I’m thinking maybe some fitted suits and dress shoes.

Jeonghan: Hair gel and leather!

Jun: I’m feeling jackets of all kinds as long as they’re dope-

The8: -and stylish!

Pledis: These ideas don’t even go toge-

S.Coups: Love it! Good job! So what should the storyline be?

Pledis: Whew okay, so I was looking into the idea of maybe an outside park type thing, where you dance in sync in front of cool buildin-

S.Coups:

S.Coups: No… Next?

Vernon: How about a gang rivalry video?!!

Seungkwan: *under his breath* this was the role I was made for!

Mingyu: *looks at Wonwoo and nods* We’re in.

DK: Pls let me be really cool.. I need this..

Joshua: Okay guys, but can we like put a disclaimer that joining gangs are bad??? Because my grandma is going to watch this an-

Seungkwan: *presses finger to Joshua’s lips and whispers*  you will not ruin this for me you fox faced prince!

S.Coups: …Well so many great ideas were suggested. I think that it’s safe to say that we can start filming soo-

Pledis: *bangs table* I’m in charge here!! You will do what I say and I say that we have a park video, with boyfriend type clothes and vibes!! Do you understand?!!

Seventeen: *silence*

Dino: *whispers to Woozi* did he just interrupt Seungcheol??

S.Coups: *gives Pledis a long look* Jeonghan handle this for me will you?

Jeonghan: It would be my pleasure. *pushes away from table to go stand behind Pledis*

Jeonghan: *bends down and whispers in his ear*

Jeonghan: I know the past 3 years have been looking a little bright for you but don’t make me remind you that without us you would be eating ramen packs behind a 7/11 while trying to pedal off old Orange Caramel merch. Got it? *pats Pledis’ shoulder*

Jun: *snickers*

Pledis: *visibly shaken* S-so wh-why am I even here??

S.Coups: *puts feet on table and leans back in chair*

S.Coups: You’re here to sign the checks and look pretty….and lately you’ve been failing on one of those things.

Hoshi: *claps hands* God I love this group!!

Joshua: don’t say Go-

S.Coups: Let’s go take our crown back boys!!

Seventeen: *cheers and leaves*

Pledis: *pulls out phone and calls Big Hit*

Pledis: Umm yes I may want a position as your coffee assistant after all. 7 boys sound like less stress…

ava really is the most character ever because slowly letting go of the ‘i’m a genius, leif build good, gloria good leader cook, and then there’s you’ thing actually requires her to rewire her brain. for ava to accept that caspar belongs at the diner despite Not Excelling At A Specific Role is for her to accept that SHE would still be welcome even if she wasn’t able to figure everything out all the time. which is like—sorry!—totally antithetical to how she has operated for uhhhh her entire life. and that SUCKS. and she’s doing it ANYWAY. because he brings her club sandwiches and the greatest repositories of potential energy in the universe. whatever i don’t even care about them i’m normal

Look. I am going to need y’all to fuckin’ stop shitting on Sam Wilson getting the shield. 

In a country where young black men are still being gunned down for no goddamn reason. Where the president is a heinous racist. Where hate crimes are rising. We NEED Sam Wilson as Captain America. 

Young black boys deserve to see themselves represented in a kind, compassionate, genuine, strong, amazing character like Sam Wilson. 

Sam Wilson is the Captain America we need right now. 

Fuck you if you don’t agree. 

me @ everyone who is writing right now