#william gladstone

[illustratus]

An Omnibus Ride to Piccadilly Circus: Mr Gladstone Travelling with Ordinary Passengers by Alfred Morgan

[sitting-on-me-bum]

“Tiny Cleaner”

During winter, Port Jackson sharks on the east coast of Australia migrate from their summer feeding grounds in the Bass Strait and around Tasmania to their northern mating grounds, many of them gathering on Sydney’s shallow coastal reefs. After a busy night of mating, they spend the day resting on the seafloor. It’s during this daytime resting period that Port Jacksons are tended to by tiny eastern cleaner-clingfish. The cleaner-clingfish eat parasites that infect the shark’s skin, clean wounds, and mop up food scraps trapped inside the shark’s mouth. Their work done, they often exit the mouth by swimming through the shark’s gills.

William Gladstone, Australia

Underwater Awards Australasia

[polteban]

"yeah im really depressed and lowk suicidal lol but life has been pretty great its just kinda boring hahaha . i have no reason to be sad. oh yeah both of my parents died when i was young yep." <- my freak william gladstone

One day, in a very vulnerable moment, I got a job. I was depressed, walking down the street, thinking about all the terrible things I could do to spice up my life. And it's been a pretty great life; just... a boring one. Same thing every day, and when something's different, I still knew exactly what would happen. Everything had grown bland, but everyone was expecting me to treat it like a 5-star course! And I know I'm lucky- at least I had something to eat, but, well. The same thing every day isn't very filling- emotionally, I mean.

But I digress! I got the job because a very nice lady saw how sad I was, even with a big, stupid smile on my face, and she gave me a flower 'cuz I looked sad. Said my day still had time to get better. And she was right- I got another winning lottery ticket on the way home! Ha, I thought I fell in love with her; I always fell in love easily, but looking back on it now, I guess it's more like I trip into love- and then I move on. But in that moment, I felt so seen. Someone saw how sad I was, even though I had no reason to be! That made me so happy, I decided to pull up my sleeves and get a job where she worked. Isn't that silly?

Oh, no- I'd never had a job before that, unless you include a few odd errands my extended family sent me on. I lived quite comfortably off of my parent's death. I'm your typical rich orphan. No, no, there's nothing to really be sad about. They died when I was quite young. Nothing like they died in a fire, or were killed, no; my mother, she died when we were going out for a picnic. It was my birthday, and my dad was picking me up from school while she set it up. And apparently, she died from... "overeating," or something. 'Probably a euphemism for poisoning, or choking, and they just didn't want to say that- her funeral? It was closed casket.

And my father- well, he died a bit afterwards. Why didn't I go to his funeral? It's not that I didn't care about him- of course I cared about him! He was my father! I just, well... I couldn't. My friend at the time- he told me that if I went, I'd get sick and die too, so- I couldn't take that risk.

[explanation:]

This is a snippet/based off of a pre-existing character of mine named William Gladstone. The reason why he's revealing his story is because he's died (didn't get to that part), and they're being interrogated by a detective that can talk with ghosts. He doesn't believe that there's anything to be gained as he sees no value in solving his own death, but he doesn't have anything to lose because he's dead, so he might as well indulge this detective. "I lived quite comfortably off of my parent's death" isn't fully true, because while he does have the money he's inherited, he is also helped by the "friend" he mentions at the very end. His mother's funeral being closed casket for any of the ways she could have died doesn't make sense. He is avoiding thinking about why is and just accepting what he was told by others. He is reluctant to talk about his father because he feels guilty for not going to his funeral.

[secular-jew]

These folks weren't afraid to speak the truth.

[luckiestplant]

June Journal

ive decided to start making a "journal"/sketchbook page to help me draw more regularly. its been a lot of fun! :)

my full page is under the cut

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

"Qur'an... an accursed book... So long as there is this book there will be no peace in the world." -- William Ewart Gladstone, Prime Minister of Great Britain

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 1848 – ‘Saturday Review’ Racist Anti-Irish Rant. As Ireland haemorrhaged population via starvation and emigration, it received little support from elements of the English press.

On this day in 1848, the ‘The Saturday Review’ responded to comments from Archbishop John McHale (The Lion of St. Jarlaths) as to how emigration was bleeding Ireland dry with an astonishingly racist rant. “(A)nd in a letter to Mr. Gladstone he sighs… over the departing demons of assassination and murder. Like his friend Mr. Smith O’Brien, he regrets the loss of the raw materials of sedition and…

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[mvaljean525]

When the Power Of Love will replace the Love Of Power, then will our world know the blessings of Peace.

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William Gladstone  1809-1898

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Graphic - Reian Williams