This is JASON FYLES and he goes to my university (Newcastle University, North East of England) He is 19 years old, 5’8, ginger hair and slim. He was last seen in the Sandyford area at 2:45am on Thursday morning and has not been seen since. He was wearing a blue shirt, grey cardigan, beige chinos and brown ankle boots. Everyone in uni is so worried about him along with his family and friends. We are coming together as a university to appeal for his safe return. It is thought that he lost his friends on the night out and tried to make his way back by himself. Please, I am begging for you to REBLOG THIS, even if you don’t live in Newcastle, or England. Every REBLOG means that someone else will see his face, they will know who we are looking for, and your followers could be the one to know his whereabouts. Stay safe Jason, we’re looking for you.
THIS WILL NOT RUIN YOUR BLOG!
PLEASE. Nobody reblogged my own post on this which I posted an hour or so ago so I’m wondering if nobody will now. This guy is my friend. If I have ever sent you a nice ask or reblogged something of yours and it made you happy for a second (or even if I haven’t; this is about helping him, not doing me a favour) for God’s sake just help now, help to find my friend Jason. You want me to make him human to you?
- Once we all grew beans in pots as part of a Biology experiment- the experiment failed miserably and made the whole lab stink, but his was the only bean that grew and he was actually pretty proud about it
- He learned to knit as part of a school project where he had to learn a creative skill, and when a couple of people teased him about it he said “gender is a social construct” and carried on knitting like a badass
- He loves the scene in The Great Gatsby where Gatsby throws all his silk shirts around and he and I used to giggle over it together
- Once I asked him if he had a string of tinsel I could use in a photoshoot and he brought me a big cardboard box full of tinsel and fairy lights because he’s a helpful and lovely guy
He’s HUMAN and he needs our HELP and just PLEASE PLEASE FUCKING REBLOG THIS??? He’s been missing for four days now- when he went missing he would have been wearing his contact lenses and he won’t have had his (very thick) glasses with him so by now he’ll have had to take his contacts out and throw them away and he won’t be able to see well and oh God just please signal boost this
sometimes I think about the fact that
the doctor will never come in my garden
I will never see two guys with an impala waiting for me when the lessons end
If I go in London, I have no possibility to see Sherlock and John
The 1st of september I cannot go to hogwarts
I will never see a picture of the avengers as saviours of the world in the newspaper
in history we do not study the story of the ring and of the middle earth
and I just want to cry so fucking much
DEAN-ILOSTMYSHOE’S 500 FOLLOWER GIVEAWAY!!!!!!
- 5 All Time Low Posters
- Don’t Panic CD by All Time Low
- 3 All Time Low shirts
- All Time Low Baltimore Crewneck
- Glamour Kills “Keep Breathing Keep Loving” Crewneck
- Size 8 Red Toms (never worn)
- Size 7.5 Black Converse (never worn)
- 2 Zine Hoodies (never worn and tags still on)
- Black And Pink Bikini (never worn)\
- 2 Neff Beanies
- 30g Black Ipod
- Baby Blue DSI
- Perks of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
- Go Ask Alice
- Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green & David Levithan
- The Fault In Our Stars by John Green
- The City of Bones by Clarissa Clare
- The Hunger Games Series by Suzanne Collins
- Percy Jackson and The Olympians Series by Rick Riordan
- The Heroes of Olympus series by Rick Riordan
******THE HP LAPTOP AND IPAD 2 (BOTH IN WORKING CONDITION) ARE ONLY INCLUDED IF THIS GETS MORE THAN 10,000 NOTES********
- Avengers (that includes any of the individual characters movies)
- Star Trek
- Star Wars
- And pretty much anything that’s action or targeted to guys
A guy friend of mine today said it was weird that my friend had all the X-Men movies because she was a girl. Needless to say we almost threw him out of the car. So I would like to prove to him that just because we have vagina’s that doesn’t impair us from enjoying an action film.
Women of tumblr please back me up.
This is 19 year old Marie Fowler. Her cancer just returned, and has been declared terminal. She’s already in Hospice Care. Her final wish is to meet Kellin Quinn from Sleeping With Sirens. Please, make it happen. Spread the word. This girl deserves it.
Because equality starts at home.
It was the most sincere display of appreciation that my five-year-old son has ever shown. He looked me straight in the eyes and said a very mature and worldly “thank you.” The words were full of honesty, relief, happiness and a little bit of anguish.
“You’re welcome, baby,” I said looking at him with a smile and masking the pain I was feeling. “You look so pretty.”
My gender creative son was thanking me for buying him a dress to wear to Christmas Eve dinner.
He had eyed the ensemble weeks ago and asked to wear it for Christmas so he could take “fancy pictures by the fireplace and the tree.
I told him no. Not because the outfit was made for girls and he is a boy, but because had I bought it then he would have wanted to wear it immediately and often and when we finally sat down to Christmas Eve dinner it would have been thrashed.
He talked about his “Christmas outfit” nonstop and asked everyday if it was time to go buy it.
Today was the day. We got home and both ran up the stairs to my bedroom with its mirrored closets. I sat on the floor removing price tags while he tore off his “school clothes,” which he wears as a disguise when out in society so that people will think he is all boy. He wears “school clothes” so that he won’t get teased, have to sit by himself at the lunch tables and so he will get invites to birthday parties. More than anything he wants to be thought of as “normal.” But, he’s not.
He closed his eyes as I put on the black bubble skirt covered in sequins, the red long sleeved t-shirt that says “JOY” on it in glitter and the black sequined vest. I spun him to the mirror. He opened his eyes, took himself in and then thanked me.
My first reaction was to smile. He reminded me of when I was a little girl and wanted a show stopping dress for the holidays. My dresses were made of scratchy fabric that made noise when I moved. I wore white socks with lace trim and stiff, shiny Mary Janes. I learned at an early age that beauty is pain.
My son looked sassy and beautiful. He looked natural, happy and truly comfortable for the first time that day. Then I felt pain. If the rest of the world could be more empathetic, accepting, welcoming and kind, my son could be this happy and comfortable all of the time — because then my son could be a boy who dresses like a girl and not have to think twice about it. The world isn’t like that.
Other people can’t see the beauty in my son in a dress. I haven’t always seen the beauty either. Two and a half years ago this scene from my life wouldn’t have happened. I wouldn’t have bought girl clothes for my son. Never. Ever. Back then, I felt uneasy when he played with Barbies. When he tried to dress feminine, I’d hand him his brother’s masculine hand-me-downs and tell him to put them on. I didn’t give him choices because I knew that his choices would be pink with sparkle and rhinestones. His choices would smell like the raspberry vanilla body spray he snuck from bathroom and hid under his bed.
Then I realized that my actions were telling him “you can’t be you because I want you to be what society wants you to be.”
My husband and I changed the way we were parenting. There was something unique about our son that we could choose to support or destroy. We had to follow his lead. He led us to the pink aisles at Target; and, that’s not a dangerous, harmful, unhealthy place for a boy to be.
My son’s Christmas dress is hanging in his closet. He checks on it before and after school and a few other times each day. On Christmas Eve, a dozen members of our family will gather around the table in honor of religious beliefs and to celebrate the passing of one year and the start of another. It will be the first holiday that my son will join us at the table dressed as a girl. We won’t care. We will tell him that he is beautiful, inside and out. And, we’ll mean it.
xoxo, C.J.’s Mom
Raising my rainbow ♥
My little sister is having a little trouble with a person at her school because she likes reading and this person deems it ‘not cool’.
I want to prove to her that there are lots of people who love reading and think it is very much cool :D
A little reblog would be amazing! Thank you!
OKAY IM DOING A SCHOOL PROJECT ON GAY MARRIAGE AND I HAVE TO USE STATISTICS SO REBLOG IF YOU SUPPORT GAY MARRIAGE AND LIKE IF YOU DONT
Trying to prove a point to my family
how can you not think this guy is adorable?!?!?!?!
how can anyone think hes ugly!?!
Yes, he’s horrifically ugly. That’s why no one should have him but me, because I am immune to his repulsiveness. >_> <_<
This is Darren, he’s 23. He is one of my best friends and is suffering form anxiety and depression. He’s a brilliant person but doesn’t know it. Every time he makes plans he has a panic attack and turns down the opportunity - making some people start yelling at him and tell him to get over himself. He’s been doing so well this past month and is getting out as much as he can manage. He doesn’t think much of himself even though I keep telling him how amazing he is, he’s scared everyone dislikes him. I wanted to post this up to see how many people support him and are proud of him. I shall show him this and hopefully he will see how people care.
well hello dimples