taught us well

here’s my fav before and after by yours truly my boo thang. He’s put in so much hard work and definitely is one of the most underrated transformations on here. He’s defeated so much mentally and physically through his journey he inspires me everyday to be the best I can be.
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[Millennial Gospel: Bartholomew the Transient] for an ongoing project co-created by shakespeareandco and sarahtaylorgibson

Looked down from a broken sky
Traced out by the city lights
My world from a mile high
Best seat in the house tonight
Touched down on the cold black top
Hold on for the sudden stop
Breathe in the familiar shock

Give me Your eyes for just one second
Give me Your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing
Give me Your love for humanity
Give me Your arms for the broken-hearted
The ones that are far beyond my reach
Give me Your heart for the ones forgotten

(x)

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"BUT I WANT TO BE THE SUPER-HERO!!"

I did go to an audition for a movie, but they always took someone else…I wanted to be Captain America…buhhuu…

How Cosplay Almost Killed Me, or Why You Shouldn't Always Go Into Decrepit Areas for Photoshoots

So after my best friend made this post I feel the need to talk about the full story for it because it’s just great. Let this be a lesson that exploring for cosplay photoshoots can sometimes get a little too real.

This story takes place in Florida, at a little con called Florida Anime Experience. Previously, there had been a con called Jacon that ran from 2000-2009 and was in general a Really Great Con but closed in 2009 for it’s 10 year run because the organizers wanted to move on. To take it’s place, a convention called Florida Anime Experience emerged, and for its first year took the same hotel and weekend Jacon had had. However, it hadn’t gotten it’s start until 2011, when the first FAE was held.

Jacon had previously been run for its last few years out of a fairly large hotel. The design of the hotel had the hotel in four main “pods”; each pod had two levels of hotel rooms, all of which that had windows that faced inward and outward to show a pool area and grassy hangout. There were four of these; the last “pod” was the convention center and lobby. This hotel had been very nice in 2009 when Jacon had its last year, but two years later the hotel had gone endlessly downhill (for reference, the hotel closed less than 2 months after this event). Only half of the “pods” still had functioning pools, and one had been abandoned entirely, not rented out and lost to the elements for over a year, according to the hotel staff. It had even been wiped from the hotel maps.

Thursday night we’re sitting in our hotel room and my best friend, Vanessa, decides that she wants to see this place in person. Then, my friend Johara decided she had wanted to bring her Gamzee cosplay there; a good macabre feeling would make a good shoot for a creepy character, and we made plans to go the next day. Since many of us in the hotel had been to Jacon and had even stayed in rooms in that pod, we knew where it was and how to get there. We had obligations at the con so we didnt make it out there until Friday afternoon, almost when the sun was setting, so we sort of just got to look at the exterior before we vowed to come back tomorrow.

Cue Saturday. A group of about 9 of us make the trek out to this building; I was dressed as Jade in her original outfit, with Johara as Gamzee, out to get some shots. As we open the door to the internal hallway (to make it to the middle), the place looks like a scene out of a zombie apocalypse movie. The “exit” sign is hanging from its wires, sparking. There’s broken televisions sitting in the halls, door locks busted, couch stuffing littering the hall. I want to note here that I went looking for photos of this (because there were photos taken) and I seriously cannot find any and its creeping me out a little. At one point we had accidentally locked my best friend in there- we found out the doors only opened from the outside, but thankfully we got to the middle of the pod, and you could go in and out through some tunnels that weren’t enclosed, no big deal.

So we get to the center of the pod and start to look around. The pool is drained and the grass is past our waists. The sun is just starting to set, so we’re thinking about turning back. Just as we’re talking about how this would be a great area for a Pokemon shoot, my best friend looks up at the second floor of buildings, and notices a light is on. She decides she NEEDS to go find out why, and we go to follow her.

When we get to the second floor area, the door with the light on is locked. As we all go to turn back, Vanessa sees a piece of paper on the floor with two numbers on it; the numbers matched some room numbers down the hall. She runs off to check the first one and we all follow because we’re curious and stupid.

So we open the first door and flip the switch; the lights come on, flicker once, and steady. There’s evidence someones been living there. There’s used towels strewn around, food detritus, some makeshift blankets on the mattress left behind. We’re all getting more and more nervous so we back out, but Vanessa HAS to go see the second room.

So we go down the hall, push the door in, and flip the switch; the lights come on, flicker once, and die. Everyone else fucking runs. I’m left with her halfway into the room, holding the door open with my foot, praying to god that I can reach her and pull her out.

And in the silence, Vanessa steps in and says “Hello?”

In the top right corner of the room, there’s a door that connects this suite to the one next to it. And the both of us freeze as we see the door begin to open, with a hand pressed to the center of it.

I don’t actually know if we were chased, but the both of us turned and fucking BOOKED it out of there, screaming the entire way. We went down the hall, almost broke the door getting out, lapped our friends (who had stopped running because they weren’t scared, but starting running after us when we looked almost in tears) and didn’t stop until we were almost back to the convention center, where I remember staying on the sidewalk for a couple of minutes to regain my composure.

So remember this, friends: sometimes going to places even the hotel doesn’t reccommend you see for a cosplay photoshoot is a bad idea and it can make you feel like you’re in a horror movie.

"So if you must hate, Arya, hate those who would truly do us harm." (Eddard Stark AGOT)

and then when arya’s at her most powerless/scared she goes on to whisper the names of the men she’s at the mercy of and the people who ruined her life

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Stokely Carmichael: “The U.S. taught us very well how to be violent.”

By Lisa Wade, PhD

Stokely Carmichael, later Kwame Ture, was an activist and Civil Rights leader, rising to prominence in the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee, the Black Panther Party, and the All-African Peoples Revolutionary Party.

He popularized the phrase “black power,” which he defined simply as “black people coming together to form a political force and either electing representatives or forcing their representatives to speak their needs.” 

Ture believed in the value of nonviolence as a tactic, but did not identify as a pacifist. Violence was a tactic he believed in, too, when it was necessary. And it has, in fact, been a successful tool in the activist toolkit. As Ta-Nehisi Coates writes at The Atlantic:

“Property damage and looting” — perhaps more than nonviolence — has also been a significant tool in black “social progress.” … [It’s] a fairly accurate description of the emancipation of black people in 1865, who only five years earlier constituted some $4 billion in property. The Civil Rights Bill of 1964 is inseparable from the threat of riots. The housing bill of 1968 — the most proactive civil-rights legislation on the books — is a direct response to the riots that swept American cities after King was killed. Violence, lingering on the outside, often backed nonviolence during the civil-rights movement.

What cannot be said is that America does not really believe in nonviolence… so much as it believes in order.

Black people may have to disrupt that order and return violence with violence, yet again. As Stokely Carmichael explains in the video below:

Existentialist philosophers talk about the executioner-victim relationship… The victims begin to fight and agitate for their liberation. They use all types of means to get their liberation… fighting for a position of equality.

After [the victim] tries a number of means and they do not work, he then begins to imitate the means by which his executioner has kept him down. That is usually through force and violence… breaking the one taboo that they’ve never been able to break: hitting back against the executioners.

So that you ought not to be upset if we are violent. The Unites States taught us very well how to be violent.

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Abominations from the North: Yee Naaldlooshii

Better known as Skinwalkers, the Yee naaldlooshii are, perhaps, the most misrepresented of American monsters. What thing do The Vampire Diaries, Supernatural, Smallville, and Ben 10 have in common? A Yee naaldlooshii acting as a controlled werewolf.

According to Navajo lore, the Yee naaldlooshii are a sect of Skinwalkers. In Native American traditions, Skinwalking is a mystic aspect of their ceremonies. However, as most rites, it is prone to perversion… Which ends with the most horrific taboo for this people: Murder of a blood relative.

A Yee naaldloshii is a witch/medicine man that has the power to change shape into any animal she/he wants, as long as it possesses a pelt or hide from the animal. They can change into coyotes, wolves, bears, crows, foxes… Anything with skin, really. Even humans, as the "thing wearing mommy’s skin" taught us so well…

The only thing with Skinwalkers is that they aren’t perfect. Their mimicries are horrifically distorted, often described as mutant versions of the animals imitated. The drawing on the right shows the ways in which a Skinwalker can get things wrong: Wrong eyes, wrong poses, omission of traits….

In addition to Skinwalking, these witches have traditional magic to aid them. They can bring disease and death upon their enemies, in addition of stealing their skins and bodies. They are masters of sympathetic magic, doing great harm with something as insignificant as a nail clip. 

Want to know a real bad case of Yee naaldlooshii activity? Skinwalker Ranch in Utah. Scratching and banging of walls, mutilated cattle, human-sized wolves, creepy birds, nightmares and disease among owners…. And yet we are somehow led to believe that a werewolf by other name is better?! 

There are many things that make Skinwalkers fearsome. They are necrophiliacs and grave robbers, and plenty are the stories of a house being haunted by “weird” animals, or of a family’s car being pursued by an immense “creature.” There are even stories of these creatures peeping from the windows and scratching at doors.

So… Be careful. Maybe that crow that watches your way to school isn’t a crow… Maybe that scratching at your door isn’t lil’ Fido… And who knows? Maybe one night you wake up to the thing wearing your daddy’s skin… Smiling… with a knife in hand.

SOURCE: (x) (y)

r/skinwalkers (A subreddit, similar to LetsNotMeet, where people talk about “close encounters” and actual attacks.)

I was just reminded of the existence of a film called “Philadelphia”, about a guy who gets fired for having AIDS. And then I thought: “Wait one fucking minute we watched this in school

In my not exactly pro-gay CATHOLIC SCHOOL.

And now I’m trying so fucking hard to remember what class it was in so I can remember which teacher it was who showed us it.

peardita replied to your photoset “Trip : “No need to think the worst till it shakes your hand and says…”

oh good I’m glad I’m not the only person who has trouble coloring this show! (tho I’m also still just a newbie at edits) anyway awwwww look at their precious baby faces :’)

No dear, you are not alone. Frankly, I usually just go to the let’s-make-the-lighting-decent route when colouring gifs/edits. I appreciate the prod team often have to recreate natural lighting for whatever location the studio should be but the darkness is still frustrating.

For now, let’s forget that and focus on the adorable of these two. ✿◕‿◕✿

This year the Information Services Section will be doing everyone a favour and not constructing a Christmas tree made of books. Last year taught us well. Also, people just aren’t very accepting of a Christmas hedgehog. The hedgehog, locally known as Bertram (Bertie) Shackleton III, may have been one of the reasons the legal team (Bob) started hanging around here so much.