sorry to spoil #glee for you but there is an attack which turns them all into Zombies & Aliens before graduation.Then they all fight to the death leaving only Burt who cracks. Burt strips down to his hot pink boxers and sings/dances among the bodies, waking everyone from their deaths. It turns out that someone secretly turned them all into vampires. They all graduate. Next season Glee will all be a bunch of singing/dancing vampire aliens & zombies.
Haha Wow! There really IS a gif of me on the Internet! I’m flattered :) London STILL talks about her two dads, Kurt and Blaine! She’s 5 now. Thanks for letting me share a story from my life that means so much to me!
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FicklePucker meets @DarrenCriss at H2$ -
My Experience at the H2$ stage door meeting Darren Criss. As if him introducing himself and shaking my hand wasn’t enough, it made my day when he acknowledged my daughters Triplicorn story. It made her day too :)
Does anyone even know who this Brian Hardon is?
You make a valid point. I didn’t mean to offend anyone, I was thinking more on the lines of how sometimes people act out due to sexual repression- or ANY repression. I do not think that homosexuality is the same as pedophilia. Homosexuality is very natural and pedophilia is not. I still wonder that if some unnatural mental problems people experience could be fixed or controlled if we as a society were able to freely and respectfully act on our natural human instincts and freely express ourselves without judgment or hateful retributions against us. We do not know the whole story, so we will probably never know the reason Sandusky did what he did. We don’t know if it was a cry out from something he was facing in his life, or if he was in fact born a pedophile with no external catalysts. It was just one of my many thoughts that run through my head. :)
As much as I do think that homosexuality shouldn’t be repressed and should be embraced, you’re basically comparing homosexuality with pedophilia. There is nothing wrong with homosexuality, but there IS something wrong with pedophilia. Making the comparison between something that is natural and something that is unnatural is offensive.
Also, he may not have molested them for sexual reasons. He could have molested them so he could have a sense of power and control over them. Plenty of men who rape women do it for control over their partner; not for sexual reasons. It’s essentially the same for pedophiles that act on their urges for power over children. It’s disgusting.
So please, if you’re going to make a statement on this issue, don’t compare apples and oranges.
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The Candle Project: Week 1 experience -
My Week 1 Experience for The Candle Project:
Before the Candle Project even began, I had the perfect opportunity to be a “Candle” for my family. I am so passionate about helping others and loving others that it would take a few days to list everything but I have a couple of experiences which I would like to share with everyone.
As many people know by now that the past few months have been pretty difficult for me. My life has changed drastically and at times I feared what the next day would bring. This is a story about how I managed to be a candle and light up others lives while also being on the receiving end of somebody else’s light.
For those who do not know, a couple of months ago, my husband decided to leave me without much warning and no explanation. I was a stay at home mom and he left me in an apartment with no car in a rural area which does not have public transportation and a bank account with a negative balance. I needed to find a job and a lawyer but I also realized that I was in DESPERATE need of a car! I called the temp agencies but they refused to even interview me until I had a car. I even went to the welfare office for help, in which I was told that because I didn’t have reliable transportation to get there weekly that they couldn’t help me. It was a time that one would normally turn to their family for help. That seemed like a possibility but then something else happened…
During the same week there was a big flood where my family resided. A few of my family members were out of homes and left with only the clothes on their back. Some of them lost their businesses. I was heartbroken. I wasn’t upset because they wouldn’t be able to help me. I was upset because I was stranded here without a way to get to them and help. Even with nothing, I wanted to help them and that is what they ended up doing for me. When I got the phone call from my Aunt telling me that she was giving me her extra car I cried for a solid three minutes on the phone. This was a person who lost her entire business, something that she had worked very hard to build. With no flood insurance, she and my uncle had so much on their plate to worry about and yet they gave me a car and asked for nothing in return. I still tear up about that moment because that was the moment that so many doors opened up for me! With that, I was able to find someone take me to pick the car up and more importantly, I was able to help them move back in and open their new office just one month after everything was destroyed. In one building a group of family and friends who cared and loved for each other were working together to help one another. Each action was a new spark in each of our lives and a start of a new journey. My Aunt and Uncle had their business back and I had a car so that I could find work to support myself and my kids.
This was all a month ago. I know that this wasn’t exactly done for the Candle Project, but I really wanted to share my story with everyone. If anything, maybe it will encourage you to be the candle in someones life even if you might be the person who needs the help. There are different ways that you can offer yourself to help others and there is no limit on how much you can help. Every effort you make to help someone- whether it is offering encouraging words or spending time talking with a person can make a world of difference. I know this because I don’t know where I would be now if I had not had such an amazing support system on twitter and in my immediate family. In one month of having a car, I was able to get a lawyer, and starting on Monday, I will be working at my new job. In the month that my Aunts business has been opened, she has been blessed with an abundance of business. All of that was possible because of the candles in our lives and despite our troubles we were able to be candles for others as well. It doesn’t just stop there. It also created work for other family members who lost their jobs and homes in the area, who were then able to help others. It never stops at your own candle. Like a candle service, each one of our candles gives off light and has the opportunity to light someone elses candle. Looking back not only does it feel good to be on the receiving end but it feels really good knowing that I was able to help someone elses life as well!
Now I would like to share with everyone another experience that I had on this past weekend…
Some of you are aware of my sincere admiration of Cory Monteith. I had read about his struggle with addiction in an article in Parade Magazine and it really hit home. I was moved so much that I wrote him a letter and hand delivered it to him when I met him at the Bonnie Dune concert at Hershey Park in PA (which is an AMAZING band and group of guys.) The reason it touched me so much is because I grew up in a home with a father who struggled with addiction. At the time I met Cory, my father had been sober for two months. Cory’s success and strength to talk about his addiction publicly was so moving because I know how difficult it is to open up to others when you know that you have caused so much trouble and pain to yourself and others! I shared my story in my letter to him and it felt so good to praise him for all of the hope that he instilled in me.
This past weekend all of those feelings of admiration came back to me once again. My father has been sober since two months before that time in June when I met Cory and opened myself to him. I had traveled the three hours to visit, shoot a small movie short that my brother wrote, and to get the necessary work done on my car for inspection so that I could officially transfer it into my name (the car mentioned in the above story.) The night that Curt did his livestreams, my father mentioned that he was the speaker for his AA meeting. He asked me if I would go. At first I was hesitant because I didn’t know what to expect, but I decided to go anyway. It was something as simple as me attending my father’s AA meeting that lit up my father’s face with happiness. Seeing him open up while speaking was like hearing him for the first time. I can’t remember the last time that I saw him that happy. I don’t know why I was so reluctant to go but I went and I could tell from the look on his face that it meant a lot to him. Like my admiration for Cory, I was able to admire my fathers courage to open up in front of so many people. I was there to be the candle in his life and support him. I would like to think that because I was there, it made his experience that much more rewarding.
I encountered another experience yesterday (outside the home this time.) A pregnant woman approached me while I was hurriedly pumping gas to get to an appointment and told me her purse had been stolen and she was out of gas and just needed to get home back to San Diego. At first, I declined to…
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