The girl who played young Aurora here was Angelina’s daughter because she was the only one who didn’t run away when she saw her in her Maleficent costume
Tell your spouse, your children, your neighbors, your parents, your Dr’s office, the check-out girl at the market, everyone you run across. Put your car keys beside your bed at night.
If you hear a noise outside your home or someone trying to get in your house, just press the panic button for your car. The alarm will be set off, and the horn will continue to sound until either you turn it off or the car battery dies.
This tip came from a neighborhood watch coordinator. Next time you come home for the night and you start to put your keys away, think of this: It’s a security alarm system that you probably already have and requires no installation. Test it. It will go off from most everywhere inside your house and will keep honking until your battery runs down or until you reset it with the button on the key fob chain. It works if you park in your driveway or garage.
If your car alarm goes off when someone is trying to break into your house, odds are the burglar/rapist won’t stick around. After a few seconds, all the neighbors will be looking out their windows to see who is out there and sure enough the criminal won’t want that. And remember to carry your keys while walking to your car in a parking lot. The alarm can work the same way there. This is something that should really be shared with everyone. Maybe it could save a life or a sexual abuse crime.
Stop telling lgbt+ youth that they have to come out to their parents.
Stop telling lgbt+ youth that their parents will be sure to come around and accept them.
My instinct when I realised my queerness was that I could never tell my parents, because they would never accept me, and we’d all be better off with them not knowing.
I heard so much to the contrary that I felt I had no option but to tell them, but I wasn’t too worried, because every narrative I saw assured me that it would be okay because we’d talk it through and they’d accept me.
I told them, and unsurprisingly, two years later, they are no closer to accepting me, or talking to me about it. And I’m not at all convinced that things wouldn’t be better for me if I’d never told them in the first place.
You are not obligated to come out to anyone. You know your parents best, trust your own judgement about how they will react, not blanket statements made by people who’ve never met them.
miranda lawson was conditioned by an extremely abusive father to be perfect. the moment she was old enough she escaped her father and dedicated years to become powerful enough to save her sister whom she had never even met. she is generous and selfless and strong and successful.
yet half the fandom calls her a bitch and the other half is only interested in her ass.
Women firefighters douse flames during the Pearl Harbor attack.
Oh hay look women of colour were an integral part of the ‘cool’ part of history too, how about that. They were like. Doing stuff that supposedly only heroic white dudes had done. That makes women valid participants in collective history now, right? Right? This is in high school history books now, right? Right? Huh?
“um starfire’s powers are fueled by the sun that’s why she has to wear skimpy clothes” hey u know who else’s powers are fueled by the sun? superman. come on clark time for that toothfloss speedo chop chop
because there’s this thing called the square-cube law (x) which basically says that as volume decreases, so does the surface area, but not as quickly (by the square of the scaling factor, instead of by the cube), which means that smaller m&ms have a higher candy:chocolate ratio than normal ones
i was gonna call u a nerd… but.. thats actually….kinda…interesting
