Okay, thanks to  that comic strip where Jounouchi’s eyes are  BLUE ALL ALONG, and he just cover them up with contact lens,  (check puppyshipping tag on my blog) , I developed a new prompt for Puppyshipping : Jounouchi’s eyes actually are blue since his birth, and that’s why people bullied him. None of his family had natural blue eyes like him,  so people called him bastard child  during his childhood, so he decided to hide them using contact lenses. Then at high school you know he met Yugi and Kaiba. And then, some time after Yugi’s duel with Atem, bam ! He remembered he was Kisara   in his previous life, as well how he met Kaiba as Kisara. (you choose the method by yourself XD) .  Of course, we’re talking about Jounouchi here, and he’s in complete denial that he was a girl in his previous life, and more importantly, was in love with Kaiba. Then he told Yugi about everything  (Jou already told Yugi about his eyes before Battle City) , and  this the best part:    Kaiba accidentally passed by when Jou told Yugi  this : “Dude, there’s no way I tell that bastard I’m the reincarnation of his girlfriend from the Ancient Egypt era! ” . Continue this prompt by yourself, and if you’re going to make a whole fic from this prompt , don’t forget to credit me XD 

I’m not sorry for this crappy prompt 

Jesus' Marriage to Mary the Magdalene Is Fact, Not Fiction

The publication on Nov. 12, 2014 of the book I co-wrote with Prof. Barrie Wilson, The Lost Gospel: Decoding the Ancient Text that Reveals Jesus’ Marriage to Mary the Magdalene, has caused a worldwide theological firestorm, including demonstrations in India. I was even the butt of one of Bill O’Reilly’s attacks and have challenged him to an on-air debate. So far, he’s demurred.

I think the reason for all this negativity is that the proof for the historical marriage between Jesus of Nazareth and the woman known as Mary the Magdalene has become overwhelming. Even before our findings, everything — everything — pointed to a marriage, and nothing — nothing — argued for Jesus’ celibacy. The only thing that continues to argue for Jesus’ celibacy is 2000 years of theological bullying. This may come as a shock to most people, but the fact is that none of the four Gospels say that Jesus was celibate. The Gospels call Jesus “Rabbi” (Matthew 26:49, Mark 10:51, John 20:16). Rabbis, then as now, are married. If Jesus wasn’t married, someone would have noticed.

The greatest promoter of celibacy for Christians was Paul. On every other matter of Jewish law — and Paul was a Jew called Saul at birth — Paul was lax. He threw out Kosher laws, ignored Sabbath observance and prayed that the hands of ritual circumcisers shake so that they cut off their own penises when they perform circumcision (Galatians 5:12). Only when it came to sex Paul was more severe than Moses and Jesus put together. Why? The answer may lie in Paul’s background.

As everyone knows, “Paul of Tarsus” came from Tarsus, an area of modern-day Turkey. What people don’t know is that in the Tarsus of Paul’s day they worshipped a god named Attis. Perhaps not coincidentally, Attis was a dying and resurrecting god. He was called “the Good Shepard”, and his earliest depictions show him with a sheep across his shoulders. All these images were later incorporated into the iconography of Paul’s version of Christianity. Put simply, Paul’s Jesus looks a lot like Attis.

Attis had a great love in his life, Cybele. On their wedding night, Attis decided to make the supreme sacrifice and offer his testicles on the altar of his love. He surprised his virgin bride by castrating himself. This idea was a big hit in the Tarsus of Paul’s day. Attis’ priests, the Galli, would imitate their god by going into a frenzy, emasculating themselves and offering their testicles as holy sacrifices. Not surprisingly, this once-popular religion died out. For his part, Paul didn’t promote literal castration — although some early Pauline Christians, e.g. Church Father Origen, did castrate themselves. In the spirit of Attis, Paul advocated abstinence and celibacy, even in marriage (e.g. “It is good for a man not to touch a woman,” 1 Corinthians 7:1). Had Jesus been celibate, Paul would certainly have invoked him as an example when arguing for celibacy. But he doesn’t. Never once does Paul argue that Christians should be celibate, because Jesus was celibate. Not once!

If one looks at the Gospels without Attis-colored Pauline glasses, there are many, many hints that Jesus was married. Specifically, after the Crucifixion, the Gospels agree that it was Mary the Magdalene who went early Sunday morning to wash and anoint Jesus’ crucified body (Mark 16:1). People have the quaint idea that ancient Jews in Jerusalem went around “anointing” each other. They didn’t. What the Gospels are telling us is that Mary the Magdalene went to Jesus’ tomb to prepare his body for burial. That’s the Gospels, not me. Then and now, no woman would touch the naked body of a dead Rabbi, unless she was family. Jesus was whipped, beat and crucified. No woman would wash the blood and sweat off his private parts unless she was his wife.

Besides the canonical Gospels, there are the so-called “Gnostic” Gospels. The Gnostics — or “wisdom seekers” — were an early branch of Christianity, whose origins we don’t know. What we do know is that they represent the losers in the Christian orthodoxy game. After the fourth century, the Church burnt Gnostic holy books and the people who believed in them. As a result, until recently, we had almost no Gnostic Gospels to refer to.

In 1947, in Nag Hammadi, Egypt, the Gnostics got their revenge. At that time, several of their Gospels were found hidden in jars. They all tell the same story — Jesus was married. More than this, for his Gnostic followers, Jesus’ marriage and sexual activity was more important than his death and resurrection. Simply put, they were more interested in his passion in bed than in his “Passion” on the cross.

What does archaeology have to say about a married Jesus?

In 1980, in Talpiot, just outside of Jerusalem, archaeologists discovered a 2000-year-old burial tomb. In the tomb there were ten ossuaries i.e., limestone coffins. Six of them were inscribed. One of them had the Hebrew/Aramaic name “Jesus son of Joseph” scratched on its side, another “Maria,” yet another — “Yose” — a nickname referred to in the Gospels as belonging to one of Jesus’ brothers (Mark 6:3, Matthew 13:55). A fourth ossuary was inscribed with the name “Matthew” and a fifth — the only one in Greek — with the name “Mariamene,” a Greek version of “Mary” associated in all of Greek literature with one woman only — Mary the Magdalene. Even more disturbing for Pauline Christians, a sixth inscribed ossuary — apparently of a child — had the name “Judah, son of Jesus” carved on it.

So what happened with this paradigm-shifting discovery? Nothing! Between 1980 and 1996 no archaeologists even reported the find. It took my 2007 documentary, The Last Tomb of Jesus, and my co-authored book, The Jesus Family Tomb to propel the find onto the headlines. And what was the world’s reaction? Again, nothing. In the spirit of The Life of Brian, according to the scholarly consensus, the tomb must have belonged to another Jesus and two other Marys. After all, if you believe that Jesus is an Attis-type god, he can’t have a coffin, certainly not a wife and not a child that could’ve resulted from their sexual union.

This brings us to our “Lost Gospel”. It appears to be a sixth-century Syriac (Christian Aramaic) text that is a translation of an earlier Greek text (fourth or second century) that Prof. Barrie Wilson and I believe preserves a first-century tradition. The text, in the rare manuscript section of the British Library for the past 160 years, is ostensibly about the biblical Joseph, of multi-colored coat fame, and his obscure wife Aseneth. But in the Syriac community from which this Gospel emerged, “Joseph” was a stand-in for Jesus, and Aseneth, “had many children by the Crucified” (Hymn 21 of Ephrem the Syrian). Clearly, we are dealing with a very thinly encoded text, concealing a Gospel that would otherwise have been destined for the bonfire.

In our manuscript, Joseph — a.k.a Jesus — is identified with the sign of the cross traced in blood. Some have argued that this manuscript does not refer to Jesus. If so, why the sign of the cross? Why the blood, and why is he explicitly called the “Son of God”? As for Aseneth, our manuscript depicts her as living in a “tower.” The Hebrew for “tower” is “Migdal”, hence Mary the Magdalene. It’s not her last name, folks. It’s a title. It means “Mary the Tower Lady.”

In our Lost Gospel, she is depicted as a Galilean Phoenician priestess that abandons idolatry after meeting and falling in love with Jesus. They marry, but she’s not simply “Mrs. Jesus.” She is a partner in redemption referred to as the “Daughter of God” and “The Bride of God.” Our Lost Gospel states that Jesus and Mary had two children and it witnesses to the idea that, for their earliest followers, Jesus and his wife Mary were co-deities embroiled in the politics of their times.

Pauline Christians can continue to have faith in a celibate savior who is divorced from his family, his people and his times. But for me, the most important revelation in this long ignored manuscript has to do with a foiled plot on Jesus and Mary the Magdalene’s lives, about 13 years before the crucifixion. If our historical sleuthing is correct, this text is a Gospel before the Gospels and we can finally return Jesus to the historical context from which Paul removed him.

Simcha Jacobovici is a three-time Emmy-winning filmmaker and New York Times bestselling author. His book on the subject, “The Lost Gospel”, is on already on sale. The companion documentary “Bride of God” will air on Discovery Science, December 21.

favorite things in the game

  • alistair being bullied by his own castle staff
  • cullen being bullied by josie and leliana after the ball/after you begin a romance with him
  • that game of wicked grace

d-bee asked:

How old is Duncan? He's such a good looking bully! I enjoy seeing his face 😊

Duncan was born in June of 2012 and is almost 2 and a half. He still acts like a silly little puppy though. Thank you for your kind note!

therewasahedge asked:

Michael Brown's family have shown great dignity throughout. But even the usually united larry fandom on here has split with some bloggers going way to far with their bullying & shaming. So much hate is being generated, & telling whites to 'sit the fuck down, this is your time to be silent' & then complaining when we do just that, is beyond ludicrous. There is such a wide divide that this seems to be setting back race relations by years? and should surely scare us all?

It’s been an interesting experience to see the various reactions on tumblr (despite not reblogging, I read the posts on my dash). Tumblr is a great place for letting people react - however that reaction may be. If someone tells me to be silent, that’s certainly their right to do so. If someone feels I should be louder, that’s their place, too. It doesn’t mean I’ll do either of those things - but they can say it if they want. But I can only do what I do…and in this case, that is not reblogging stuff (for the reasons I’ve already stated). 

I don’t think this is setting race relations back - I think it’s a tough time and we’ll all learn and grow from it. The fact that people are angry IS a step forward. The fact that people on tumblr even feel comfortable reblogging posts about burning the flat or discussing their feelings about the government - is a step forward. Questioning the government is one of our rights as US citizens. it’s one of the reasons America was founded - because we questioned how things were being run. Even in america, we may have had the right to speak out but that doesn’t mean that’s not come at a cost. Ask your parents how soldiers were treated during/after vietnam. Hell, I was in high school during the first Iraq war (before many of you were probably even born) and a girl in my school got physically attacked for wearing an anti-war shirt (and not many people were on her side at the time even among her peers). She got called unamerican for even questioning the war. The difference between now and then is huge. and that was only in my lifetime. 

I may not agree with where people are putting some of the anger (getting mad at others for not reblogging posts) but at least they are moved enough to care about an issue. 

KAI Presents: A Poetry Goddess.... It's Just Patty folks!

KAI Presents: A Poetry Goddess…. It’s Just Patty folks!

Kev’s Author Interviews Presents:

Just Patty (Patty van Delft)

The Hague


Patty has been a great inspiration to me in many ways, not just through her poetry and beautiful artwork, but through her story (more of that in the first interview), her brave stand against bullying, and her wonderful poetrics. I’ll put a link to Patty’s previous interview with me at the end for those who would…

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Edwin Adame

Professor Mitchel

Art Essentials 1300-002

November 26, 2014

Film Review

“Freaks”, is an eye-catching horror/drama film that was directed by Tod Browning in 1932. Throughout the film, the director takes the audience through a montage of situations that undergo in this particular freak show/circus setting. Except the story revolves around two protagonist, a midget who is in love with a trapeze performer. Unfortunately, the “trapeze performer” (Cleopatra), doesn’t have any affection towards the “midget” (Hans). Instead she bullies Hans, and later finds out Hans has a fortune. Which she plans to steal and flee with her lover Hercules. Furthermore, this tragic love story starts at the aftermath; which sets it apart from the original begging .middle, and end order. The opening music is loud and vintage, which slowly starts to fades away, then leads to a host warning the audience that to never mess with a ‘Freak”, or they’ll become “one of them”. Next the host slowly leads the audience to a big box that he revels to the tour group, that cause the group to scream fear/disbelief. Seeing their reaction, I was curious to of what may come. So after the haunting tale, the next scene is presented. Where we meet two characters (Hans), (Frieda); both were born with a disability that caused them not to grow. Although both characters acting seemed as if they were reading of the script. I started to get into the plot whenever the villainous character Cleopatra was presented. Her dark sense of humor, ignorance, and evil ways, hooked my attention to how deranged this character can be to an individual; who was born with a disability. Aside from my personal feelings on the character Cleopatra, her acting wasn’t the greatest, or the worst. But reminded me of how actors in theater dramas would act. Which is pretty stylized way of acting when it comes to being over dramatic. Not only did I see this way of acting from Cleopatra, but also through the all the characters in the movie. Which wasn’t much of a surprise, sense the film was directed in the 1920’s/30’s.

Watching the movie over and over again, I noticed how the director didn’t use much sound in his film. There was a mainly silent, windy sound that seemed to make some scenes more haunting and realistic. Also with the sound being lower, I found myself listening more to the plot, and focusing on the characters body language. Even though music wasn’t display a majority of the time. I found the music to appear not randomly but the moments it needed. For instance the dramatic scary scenes, the wedding, and cut scenes.

Furthermore, since the film was directed in the late 20’s/early 30’s, there wasn’t much of dramatic camera views. But more medium shots, zoom in’s (to capture the character reaction), and wide angles for the viewer can see the whimsical setting of the carnival. Also with the editing, it seemed to transition quickly probably since so many characters were being shown.

I also found that Browning was ahead of his time, by not using prosthetics to scare the audience. Instead he chose real people who were born with disabilities, not only to show the world the complication’s that can happen in nature; which can be seen as frightening. But in way to educate others on how to treat individuals who may not have it easy as you. This underlying subtext is really strong through some of the lines some actors say. Such as, how the care taker reminded the angry landlords, to not be fearful of the “freaks’. But to realize “they’re only children”.

In the end I loved how all the “Freaks” came together to throw out Cleopatra and Hercules, which I found it to be more heroic than horror. Since both of these characters were more monstrous from the actions they delivered. . Even though this film was intended to be horror, and even excite others with the atrocities events that happened. I felt that the director/film didn’t give any justice at the time, to the individuals who were born with these life threatening disabilities, the way they tried to. Therefore the overall content of the film is questionable, whether to be scared of what nature can do to the exterior of a human or to feel sympathetic towards those individuals.

You know what sucks? Being bullied.

Being bullied sucks.

It’s like being torn apart emotionally and physically. Day after day, being reminded that you’re not wanted, not liked, and that no one enjoys your presence. I was in a grade with only 7 girls(7 girls who hated me), and their constant mean words and actions became my everything. Their opinions became my life, I started to believe that what they thought of me, was what everyone thought of me. I saw those girls everyday so my life practically revolved around them, and there was no escape. They made me feel disgusting. They hated me, and eventually made me hate myself.  They made me really believe that I wasn’t worth it, that I was ugly, stupid, worthless, repugnant, gross.

My name is  Sara, I am 15 years old, and this was my situation.

"What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger."

I think this is a nice quote, however, it is not particularly accurate. What doesn’t kill you at first, makes you nervous, frightened, trembling and confused. It puts a lot of things into perspective and makes you think. It makes you scared, sad, angry….

….then it makes you stronger. No one can bounce back after an event that almost kills you and act like it was no big deal and be all “Now I’m stronger.” We wish it was like that, but it isn’t. In reality, theres an in-between period where you figure things out and work to get past it. Then at the end, we overcome the issue and realize that it made us stronger as an individual. You don’t “become stronger” overnight. It just doesn’t happen that way.

It all started in 6th grade, everyone decided one day that they hated me. I don’t know exactly how it happened, I just remember that my “best friend”, Sage, came up to me and told me that she no longer had an interest in being my friend anymore. I think at first, I was more confused than I was sad. I was confused that someone who I told everything to, someone I trusted my life with, decided she no longer wanted my friendship. After about a week of her not talking to me, and acting like I wasn’t existent, I finally realized she was serious, and that our friendship was over. The other girls soon realized what Sage was doing and decided to go along with it. Before I knew it, I found myself sitting alone at lunch, sitting alone in classes, and becoming depressed. I had always been a bubbly, happy, and outgoing girl. I was almost never sad and I always tried to make the most of things, but everything was changing. I had nothing to look forward to, days got longer, girls got meaner, and I got sadder.

School was my life, as it still is to all kids today. You go to school 5/7 days a week, so if you don’t like it, theres pretty much no escape.

At first, I thought this whole “everyone hating me” thing was just a phase, or some kind of sick joke. I figured that after about a week everything would go back to normal, or that one day Sage would come up to me and apologize for shutting me out of everything. I held on to thoughts like those, in hopes that eventually that day would come, where everything went back to normal and I had friends again. Thoughts like those kept me going. Little did I know, that day would never come, and things would only worsen.

Things got worse and worse each day. Almost all the girls teamed up with Sage, and they all ganged up on me. Sage, Abby, and Brooke were the worst. They did everything in their power that they possibly could to make my life miserable. They would “accidentally” spill their orange juice on me every single day. They would call my mole a chunk of poop glued to my face, they would criticize my hair, my voice, the grades I got, the way I walked, the way I smiled, everything. In their eyes, I couldn’t do anything that was right. I could be walking down the hallway to class and they would find a million things I was doing wrong.

I couldn’t quite comprehend the fact that I was being bullied. I was an idiot, and every time I even considered the fact that I could possibly be being bullied, I pushed the thought away. I refused to believe it. We had all learned about bullies in health class, and we watched the prevent bullying videos, but I never imagined that that would actually be me, that I would become the victim in that video. I didn’t want to believe that was my reality.

Sage, Abby, and Brooke only became meaner by the day. They would always take my textbooks, binders, and notebooks and hide them in different lockers so I would have to go and find them. They would push me off the playground balance beams, “accidentally ” spill glue in my hair, and cut the hair off my arms. They would trip me while I was walking, and throw balls at me in gym class and at recess.

I thought this was as worse as it was going to get, then the real bullying began.

I finally accepted the fact that I was being bullied the day things got physical.

The day I thought my life was over, was the day Abby slapped me in the girls bathroom. She took her pale white hand and slapped me across my right cheek. I was awestruck and completely shocked. From that day forward, I knew things would never be the same.

Sure enough, things got even worse. The next physical thing that happened was done by Abby and Brooke. I was in the girls bathroom, I thought I was alone, and I was washing my hands. I looked up and saw in the mirror’s reflection that they came up behind me. They each grabbed one of my feet and dragged me across the floor. They slapped me. They punched me. They kicked me in the stomach, the face, and the head. I was completely shocked, I didn’t even know what to say/do so I didn’t say/do anything. I just closed my eyes, laid there, limp on the floor, hysterically crying gasping to breathe as they attacked me.

At this point, life sucked. I had no reason for living. I had nothing to look forward to, and I was afraid to go to school. Nobody liked me. I was hated by everyone, when I spoke people would pretend they didn’t even hear me. I wasn’t even given the decency of respect.

The physical things only grew worse, they put poisonous acid in my water, thankfully, I was smart enough to figure out it was posion by the smell, and I didn’t drink it. I was beat up almost every day. And just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, they would have some new trick to pull on me.

Then came “the ruler thing.” Imagine what its liked to be shoved up against a wall, pried down, having two girls hold your hands and legs against a wall while another girl shoved a 12 inch ruler down your throat until you choked.

Sage and Brooke held me down.

Abby forced the ruler into my mouth and down my throat until I was coughing up blood.

Life sucked. I began looking at everything in a negative perspective, I was in a rotten mood 24/7 and I had no one to blame for this but myself. I blamed myself for everything. I thought it was my fault people hated me. I thought it was my fault I was ugly, unappreciated, ignored, walked over. It took me awhile to realize that everything would get better, it was only a matter of time.

I have only shared some of the physical things done to me, and some of the things said to me.

I told my parents I was being bullied, but I never told them any of the physical things till years later. They told the teachers but the teachers did nothing. That’s when the idea of transferring came up. I eagerly agreed to the idea and we began looking at new schools and sure enough, for 7th and 8th grade I switched to a new school. J

I loved my new school, all the girls were so kind, genuine, and welcoming. Switching was a huge relief, like a thousand pounds were lifted off my shoulders. It took me a really long time to regain my confidence, but I managed and things got better. 7th and 8th grade were two carefree years of fun. In 8th grade, I met two of my best friends today, Francesca and Valerie. I met them through an AAU soccer team, we weren’t close at first, but we eventually became great friends. I trusted both of them and told them everything and were still best friends today!

The summer before high school was when things became tense again. This time, through my cell phone. I began getting threat calls from Abby, daily.

The first time she called, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I had thought everything was over. I had grown since 6th grade, became more mature, and now here she was, back again trying to ruin my life. One call turned into two, three, four, countless. Everyday she called, more than once, and said hateful, hurtful things that made me question whether life had any purpose;

“Do the world a favor. Put a gun to your head. No one would notice you were gone anyways.”

What she said worsened each time she called and this all lasted for several months. However, I was stronger and smarter than I had been in 6th grade. I wasn’t going to let her take over my life yet again.

In the midst of all this, I happened to see Brooke one day while out. I ran into her in the bathroom, ofcourse. She kicked me in the stomach, I threw up. She punched me in the face, I got a bloody nose.

I told my parents and eventually, everything got taken care of.


If it wasn’t for my friends, I would have never gotten through this, their constant support and kindness is amazing. So for any of you reading this, thanks soooooo much, cuz if it wasn’t for you, I may not even be here right now. You may see what you did to help me as not a big deal, but it was. So thanks, I love you all so so so much and you don’t understant how much I appreciate & love you.

So moral of the story, life will suck at times, you’ll feel like it’s all over, you’ll question suicide, and youll hate yourself. But you have to believe that things do get better and I’m proof :)

naruhina-8 asked:

Thank you for answering our questions, could you please tell me why Hinata was crying and Naruto was yelling in the flashback they showed in the trailer? Thanks!!

Hinata was bullied by some children. Naruto wasn’t yelling at her but at other children in order to let them stop bullying her.

I get the feeling of wanting to end racial discrimination and all that with the Ferguson business but bullying people, threatening them, leaking their info on this site and causing them to feel unsafe because of what they might have posted is definitely not the right way to handle this. This one of the reasons people are scared to post their opinions on Tumblr and any other social media sites. Be the better person here.

infinitelyreika asked:

i feel like what that anon also needs to understand is that hate crimes against blacks are not only racially motivated but the result of oppression. are white kids who get bullied by black kids oppressed? no. true racism is the result of oppression. so no, you can't be racist against whites. just my two cents' worth.


augmentedengineer asked:

// I find their characterization of Tzneetch funny. I think though he has different ways to turn people over to his side, so being a schoolyard Bully is how he did it to Magnus.

That’s pretty much how I envisioned the entire house heresy really

I don’t think all officers are bad, the ones by me are super nice (la) but I know there are a lot of corrupt ones, maybe who were bullies or bullied in school. Those are the ones that need to be fired with consequences. No one without respect for people should have the power of a tazor or gun, and anyway- those should only be used as a last resort. People not liking you because you’re mean isn’t a last resort, take note of it police.

Book Review: Eleanor & Park

Eleanor & Park (2013)
328 pages
Published by St. Martin’s Press
Written by Rainbow Rowell

Grade: A-

It’s easy to write off Eleanor & Park as a high school, youth adult book, because in fact it is. But inside the colorful cover is an absolutely wonderful story about the unlikeliest of teenagers finding true love with each other, and in result discovering who they are and what they’re capable…

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I wonder what it’s gonna take to stop sexism. I wonder what it’s gonna take to stop racism. I wonder what it’s gonna take to stop genderizing everything. I wonder what it’s gonna take to stop fat shaming, thin shaming, shaming people because of their height, because of what they wear, because of what music they like to listen to, what films they like to watch. I wonder what it’s gonna take to stop bullying.
I wonder what it’s gonna take.