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jeremyloverobsessedmoi: nuwanda13: irefusetobedefined: ddowney...

Sun, 12 May 2013 09:44:05 -0400

nuwanda13:

irefusetobedefined:

ddowney:

i’m just gonna leave this here as a reminder that “hitting bottom” doesn’t mean “staying on bottom for the rest of your life and dying as a piece of crap”

I will never, ever, not reblog this.

*huggles RDJ* Anyone on here who loves him, someone posted an amazing story about him when he was younger. I wish knew where the link was so I could share it. Instead, it’s just cut and pasted below. If I find the link, I’ll replace it with that.

I will also say that I have read this several times now and it still makes me cry.

“True story: His Name is Robert Downey Jr.” by Dana Reinhardt

I’m willing to go out on a limb here and guess that most stories of kindness do not begin with drug addicted celebrity bad boys.

    Mine does.

    His name is Robert Downey Jr.

    You’ve probably heard of him. You may or may not be a fan, but I am, and I was in the early 90’s when this story takes place.

    It was at a garden party for the ACLU of Southern California. My stepmother was the executive director, which is why I was in attendance without having to pay the $150 fee. It’s not that I don’t support the ACLU, it’s that I was barely twenty and had no money to speak of.

    I was escorting my grandmother. There isn’t enough room in this essay to explain to you everything she was, I would need volumes, so for the sake of brevity I will tell you that she was beautiful even in her eighties, vain as the day is long, and whip smart, though her particular sort of intelligence did not encompass recognizing young celebrities.

    I pointed out Robert Downey Jr. to her when he arrived, in a gorgeous cream-colored linen suit, with Sarah Jessica Parker on his arm. My grandmother shrugged, far more interested in piling her paper plate with various unidentifiable cheeses cut into cubes. He wasn’t Carey Grant or Gregory Peck. What did she care?

    The afternoon’s main honoree was Ron Kovic, whose story of his time in the Vietnam War that had left him confined to a wheelchair had recently been immortalized in the Oliver Stone film Born on the Fourth of July.

    I mention the wheelchair because it played an unwitting role in what happened next.

    We made our way to our folding chairs in the garden with our paper plates and cubed cheeses and we watched my stepmother give one of her eloquent speeches and a plea for donations, and there must have been a few other people who spoke but I can’t remember who, and then Ron Kovic took the podium, and he was mesmerizing, and when it was all over we stood up to leave, and my grandmother tripped.

    We’d been sitting in the front row (nepotism has its privileges) and when she tripped she fell smack into the wheelchair ramp that provided Ron Kovic with access to the stage. I didn’t know that wheelchair ramps have sharp edges, but they do, at least this one did, and it sliced her shin right open.

    The volume of blood was staggering.

    I’d like to be able to tell you that I raced into action; that I quickly took control of the situation, tending to my grandmother and calling for the ambulance that was so obviously needed, but I didn’t. I sat down and put my head between my knees because I thought I was going to faint. Did I mention the blood?

    Luckily, somebody did take control of the situation, and that person was Robert Downey Jr.

    He ordered someone to call an ambulance. Another to bring a glass of water. Another to fetch a blanket. He took off his gorgeous linen jacket and he rolled up his sleeves and he grabbed hold of my grandmother’s leg, and then he took that jacket that I’d assumed he’d taken off only to it keep out of the way, and he tied it around her wound. I watched the cream colored linen turn scarlet with her blood.

    He told her not to worry. He told her it would be alright. He knew, instinctively, how to speak to her, how to distract her, how to play to her vanity. He held onto her calf and he whistled. He told her how stunning her legs were.

    She said to him, to my humiliation: “My granddaughter tells me you’re a famous actor but I’ve never heard of you.”

    He stayed with her until the ambulance came and then he walked alongside the stretcher holding her hand and telling her she was breaking his heart by leaving the party so early, just as they were getting to know each other. He waved to her as they closed the doors. “Don’t forget to call me, Silvia,” he said. “We’ll do lunch.”

    He was a movie star, after all.

    Believe it or not, I hurried into the ambulance without saying a word. I was too embarrassed and too shy to thank him.

    We all have things we wish we’d said. Moments we’d like to return to and do differently. Rarely do we get that chance to make up for those times that words failed us. But I did. Many years later.

    I should mention here that when Robert Downey Jr. was in prison for being a drug addict (which strikes me as absurd and cruel, but that’s the topic for a different essay), I thought of writing to him. Of reminding him of that day when he was humanity personified. When he was the best of what we each can be. When he was the kindest of strangers.

    But I didn’t.

    Some fifteen years after that garden party, ten years after my grandmother had died and five since he’d been released from prison, I saw him in a restaurant.

    I grew up in Los Angeles where celebrity sightings are commonplace and where I was raised to respect people’s privacy and never bother someone while they’re out having a meal, but on this day I decided to abandon the code of the native Angeleno, and my own shyness, and I approached his table.

    I said to him, “I don’t have any idea if you remember this…” and I told him the story.

    He remembered.

    “I just wanted to thank you,” I said. “And I wanted to tell you that it was simply the kindest act I’ve ever witnessed.”

    He stood up and he took both of my hands in his and he looked into my eyes and he said, “You have absolutely no idea how much I needed to hear that today.”

OH MY GOD………………………..

reblog forever

the-daily-puffin: Puffins: Cute as penguins, but fully...

Fri, 10 May 2013 00:05:02 -0400

the-daily-puffin:

Puffins: Cute as penguins, but fully functional birds.

da ba dee da ba di

Mon, 06 May 2013 15:00:08 -0400

da ba dee da ba di

lillyeverland: loki-cat: ok mini tony is my new favorite...

Mon, 06 May 2013 12:00:19 -0400

lillyeverland:

loki-cat:

ok mini tony is my new favorite character

They are connected

beyonceclintonknopezieglergatsby: Game of Democrats

Sun, 05 May 2013 22:03:30 -0400

beyonceclintonknopezieglergatsby:

Game of Democrats

thefrogman: My morning so far.

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 17:24:15 -0400

thefrogman:

My morning so far.

hermionejg: petergatsbygreen: forevercryingbecausemerlin: GROW...

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 21:48:09 -0400

hermionejg:

petergatsbygreen:

forevercryingbecausemerlin:

GROW DINOSAURS

We literally have an entire trilogy of movies that explain why that is a bad idea.

yeah but we wouldn’t be stupid enough to breed raptors

Sometimes I worry @ccsont with my fandom feels. Sorry, love.

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 13:53:33 -0400

Sometimes I worry @ccsont with my fandom feels. Sorry, love.

It’s a little chilly for a tiny baby lamb.

Sat, 16 Mar 2013 15:34:34 -0400

It’s a little chilly for a tiny baby lamb.

illuminatinthebathtub: Paperman #wow ruuuuuuuuude #cap’s...

Mon, 11 Mar 2013 17:43:45 -0400

illuminatinthebathtub:

Paperman

#wow ruuuuuuuuude #cap’s little plane never made it man

“But I don’t care either, I don’t care!” said Tonks, seizing...

Wed, 27 Feb 2013 23:31:29 -0500

“But I don’t care either, I don’t care!” said Tonks, seizing the front of Lupin’s robes and shaking them. “I’ve told you a million times….”
And the meaning of Tonk’s Patronus and her mouse-colored hair, and the reason she had come running to find Dumbledore when she had heard a rumor someone had been attacked by Greyback, all suddenly became clear to Harry; it had not been Sirius that Tonks had fallen in love with after all.

“I do not believe this darkness will endure.”

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 19:35:05 -0500

“I do not believe this darkness will endure.”

In my time working for the State Government, my job sent me to...

Thu, 21 Feb 2013 21:48:46 -0500

In my time working for the State Government, my job sent me to 46 cities in 11 years. I lived in villages with 8 people, farming communities, college towns… I was sent to every corner of Indiana. And then I came here and I realised that this whole time I was just wandering around everywhere just looking for you.

~

The things you have done for me, to help me, support me, surprise me, to make me happy…They’re all above and beyond what any person deserves. You’re all I need. And I love you and I like you.

Carrie Fischer and Harrison Ford on the set of Empire Strikes...

Mon, 18 Feb 2013 22:07:10 -0500

Carrie Fischer and Harrison Ford on the set of Empire Strikes Back

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Wed, 13 Feb 2013 22:11:11 -0500

themonicabird: darienlibrary: gloriousclio: libraryjournal: ?...

Wed, 13 Feb 2013 22:01:17 -0500

themonicabird:

darienlibrary:

gloriousclio:

libraryjournal:

??????

Whut.

Well Mr. Deary, we don’t own any of your books which means a patron has never asked for one of your books which means that we will continue to not carry any of your books. Too bad. So sad.

I’m pushing up my sleeves right now. LET ME AT HIM.

Some libraries in our system have his books. Our library does not. (And will probably continue to not, considering I buy J fiction and no one’s ever asked for him.) Good day, sir!

“Today, Scholastic unveiled an all-new cover for Harry Potter...

Wed, 13 Feb 2013 21:52:29 -0500

“Today, Scholastic unveiled an all-new cover for Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone! And better yet, it’s just the first of seven (7!) new covers that will appear on U.S. trade paperback editions coming in September 2013. It’s all part of the upcoming 15th anniversary of the U.S. publication of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, the first book in J.K. Rowling’s best-selling Harry Potter series.” [x]

Artwork by: Kazu Kibuishi

Last night, our second one without power. #nemo #scrabble...

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 13:29:39 -0500

Last night, our second one without power. #nemo #scrabble #candles

lizzey: In trying to find a significant quote from or...

Fri, 08 Feb 2013 15:38:19 -0500

lizzey:

In trying to find a significant quote from or about Remus Lupin, the most common phrase that accompanied Remus throughout every book was simply, “Lupin smiled”.

#tears shirt off #screams in to the night #runs in to the wilderness never to return

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Fri, 08 Feb 2013 15:17:19 -0500