and for the name of the places

huffingtonpost.com
Watch The Speech That Should End The Confederate Monuments Debate For Good
New Orleans Mayor Mitch Landrieu's address makes it even harder to defend statues honoring the "cult of the Lost Cause."

It is a lot of work trying to stay on top of the pace of the news cycle: horrific attacks, like explosion that murdered 22 people and injured 59 in Manchester; the “Great Unraveling” of Trump’s scandal-ridden administration; the dismantling of progressive and beneficial programs, policies, and institutions while malicious and regressive legislation is being passed; and on and on… All of it important, all of it pressing. But if you can make the time, I recommend watching, listening to, or reading the powerful speech by New Orleans Mayor Mitch Landrieu in the link above.

And to compare and contrast, check out Mississippi state representative Karl Oliver’s now-deleted response to the removal of these Confederate monuments here, calling for the—emphasis his, in all caps—“LYNCHING” of the Black city council members who voted to back the removal. That is a very specific word in a very specific context, meant to spread terror and violence with the goal of submission in the name of racial supremacy. The kicker is that, as a friend of mine stated, “We’ve officially reached the point where you can literally say anything and face no repercussions at election time. This guy is probably in zero danger of losing his job.”

There are many false narratives and historical fantasies that the majority of us Americans live under, arguably more than we open our eyes to—or educate kids on—the ugly truths of how and why we got to this place in history. As I’ve written on this blog before, I wish I had received more education on this huge and crucial swath of American history as I attended public school in the South, but most of it was glossed over… Kudos to the New Orleans City Council, Mayor Landrieu, and everyone else who worked to unveil this truth and stamp out oppression. Sadly, it will continue to thrive despite these efforts, but efforts like these must continue, including holding people like Karl Oliver accountable.

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@juminzenweek: Day 3 | First kiss | Discoveries

Jumin watches as the moonlight caresses Zen’s face.

The words circle his mind, unsure if he should bring them to life for it might scare the actor away. Too late,  they were out of his mouth before his brain could stop them.

“The moonlight kisses your features so beautifully, I am almost jealous of the moon”.

With white hair swaying in the breeze, Zen turns and walks towards Ju,  he is scared to use his voice in case his mouth says something insulting. He settles in Jumin’s lap, forehead to forehead, smiles then nods.

Han continues:
 “And I am jealous of the wind,  for it gets to touch you all at once.”

Finding his voice Zen replies “Dense jerk, you can’t be jealous of everything”

Pleased that he was not cast away he looks into Zens eyes,

“Hyun, I think I might love you”.


thank you @jumin-love for making this possible ToT *sobs in juzen*

also close up on faces because I worked a lot on them look at them //slapped

Flatterer

Originally posted by 13reasons-13truths

Pairing: Justin Foley x Reader

Request: “44 – Justin Foley”

Prompt:

44. “I’m just stating the truth.”

Word count: 1.230

Posted: 23rd of May 2017

A/N: I wrote another Justin imagine! I seriously wrote this during my Maths class and I hope that you like it. I know that I said that I might’ve posted two imagines tonight, but I remembered that I had a test and a homework for tomorrow, so I will be posting the Zach imagine some other time. I am sorry, guys, but I am really trying my best to post something.
Anyways, being serious now, I heard the horrible things that happened today and I am really praying for the world. What the hell is happening in this place that we’re living in? Like for real? Keep safe, guys. Please take care, okay?

P.S.: I know that it’s been a millionth time that I am saying this, but I still don’t accept part 2 requests for my prompt imagines. I am sorry to disappoint you, but I want to finish my requests first. Sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: (Y/L/N) is Your Last Name and use of some bad words


“Hey beautiful!” You heard a very familiar and vexing voice as you were getting some of your notebooks from your locker. You were throwing them carelessly in your backpack, since you were already late for your History class.

“Foley!” You were in a hurry, even though your best friend, Kat, was covering you up from Coach Patrick. “Are you skipping your classes again?” You harshly stuffed the last books in your bag and you slammed your locker door loudly, causing an echo to be heard along the empty and quiet hallway.

“Well,” He flashed you his cheekiest grin and you rolled your eyes before starting to walk towards your classroom. “why should I arrive in time when I can go to class with a pretty lady?”

You found his behaviour miffing and disturbing. Maybe because you weren’t that close, but he was acting as if you were, or maybe because he was a jock and you hated jocks. There weren’t any real reasons why, jocks were just automatically assholes and bastards.

“Shut your damn fake compliments off,” You snapped at him, completely not minding his real intentions. “we’re not even close.”

“Period week?” He teased you as he noticed your cynical and indescribable mood.

“No, Foley!” You nudged him sharply, making him whine for the pain a little bit. “It’s like nine in the morning and you would sweet talk to me as if it was not a big deal.”

“Damn it!” He exclaimed, still bearing with the pain that you caused him. “Your ex-boyfriend, Montgomery, was right. You are hard to get,” He blurted out, revealing his real intentions. He was trying to have a date night with you. “but, don’t worry, I am adventurous and I can bear with it.”

“Foley, what’s your damn point here?” You suddenly stopped on walking, taking your conversation with the guy seriously. You glanced at the wall clock that was hung near the department’s office to check the time. You were beyond late, but you just shook everything off.

“First of all, I want to let you know that you are beautiful.” He complimented you, while he caressed your soft and smooth cheek. He smiled widely at you and you couldn’t deny that Justin was a good-looking guy too. “And, second, I wou-”

He was cute, but it didn’t mean that you would let yourself in his sycophant attitude. “You would like to get in my pants.” You stated, obnoxiously underestimating the kindness that he was showing to you. You didn’t know him and you were surely judging him.

“Huh? What the hell are you talking about?” His smile dropped and his eyes widened. He showed, via his emotions, that you obviously mistook his intentions. “I just wanted a simple movie date tonight.”

“Jocks are all the same, my dear Justin. They play with your feelings as if love is a sort of a game, just like basketball or baseball,” You proudly stated your opinion as you thought of your ex-boyfriend. “it doesn’t matter.”

Montgomery surely traumatized you with your previous relationship. He was your everything, the knight in shining armour, the perfect one, until someone told you that you were just a bet and he just wanted to have sex with you. He never confirmed it, but he never denied it either. He was an asshole for making you cry and, since then, your thoughts about jocks has changed, obviously not for the better, but for the latter: the worse.

“Not me, (Y/N)!” Justin slightly shouted and you gave him another nudge, a little bit gentler this time. “I am different.” You rolled your eyes as you looked into his greenish blue orbs. You tried to search for the lies that sailed across his gloomy eyes by observing them.

“Foley, just fuck off!” You pushed him away and you started to walk towards your classroom once again. You hurt him, his feelings, and you somehow felt guilty, because he wasn’t doing anything wrong to you, but you had to shield and protect your heart this time.

“C’mon, please give me a chance.” He desperately pleaded as he tried to catch your feet’s rhythm. He carefully grabbed your forearm to stop you from walking and he gently let you face him. “I am not an asshole jock, the stereotypical jock. I will show you the real Justin Foley and there won’t be any asshole friends between us.” He explained seriously as if it was his last chance to convince you. You looked at him with pity in your eyes and you could tell that he was afraid to be rejected.

“You were already being a kiss-ass, Mr. Foley.” You annoyingly said to him, still not letting your heart in. You observed Justin’s desperate facial expression and you questioned yourself if he was really saying the truth or he was just a great actor: you would’ve surely chose the second choice.

“I wasn’t, Ms. (Y/L/N). You are really beautiful, an angel sent from above and that explains your angelic smile and voice.” The hallway was flooded by his praises and you drowned in his compliments. This time, you couldn’t help but hide a little smile. You were absolutely flattered that someone considered you in that way.

“Fine, fine!” You sighed as you finally let yourself in. You wanted to test him and he had to prove that he was really worth your time and love. After all, you just had to swallow the pride that Montgomery taught you to have when you left him. “I am going on a movie night with you and I am giving you a chance.”

“Jesus Christ, really?” His dilated eyes widened in excitement and he couldn’t believe that you finally confirmed the date that he was asking for. You decided to give him a chance and you secretly wished that he wouldn’t waste it.

“Oh, shut up!” You softly giggled as you shook your head in disbelief. He didn’t win the lottery, did he? You didn’t think so, but his joy and happiness was overflowing. Did he really care that much for you?

“Sorry, I’m just excited.” He excused himself and he kept his wide smile, still showing his spilling over excitement. “So, it’s a yes?”

“Yes, Justin!” You smiled at him and you had to admit that he was adorable and cute. “Just stop being an apple-polisher and don’t mess everything up.”

“I wasn’t being an apple-polisher,” He playfully pouted, pretending to be offended. You somehow built a certain atmosphere between the two of you and you honestly loved it. “I’m just stating the truth.

“Of course, you are,” You said sarcastically while rolling your eyes and you dishevelled his hair by running your hands through it. “flatterer!” You both let out some soft chuckles as you both noticed the calm relationship that you were creating.

You still hated the jocks and Justin was still a flatterer, but it was surely nice and pleasant to hear some compliments from other people. You also enjoyed his company during the movie night at Crestmont’s movie theatre, but you enjoyed his company even more by doing the extra homework that Coach Patrick assigned to you as you both arrived late in one of his most important lessons.

Sorry to Coach Patrick, but you and Justin weren’t really sorry for arriving late and for missing half of his boring explanations.


Tending to the Fire; Part 3. {Nessian}

Originally posted by kareligomleeek

Part 3 to my collab with @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty, you can read part 1 here and part 2 (by Shelby of @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty) here. Part 3 is from Nesta’s POV, and features a drunk Cass. I adored writing this one. Enjoy, beautiful people.


I had seen Cassian drunk before, but I had never seen him being carried by Azriel as he sloppily flung his legs around trying to break free. The Shadowsinger looked like he was not only annoyed, but struggling to keep the other Illyrian in the air.

He spotted Rhysand’s townhouse and swooped low, dropping Cassian in the front lawn as soon as he got close enough. Cassian hit the grass with a soft thud, and lied face down, unmoving.

Azriel turned around and halted at the sight of Elain and I staring at him from the bench in the middle of the garden.

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I saw your post about chickens and thought id share with you my weekend! this chickies name I think is truffles (?) and he was a GOOD BOY!! he was abused in his past but was rehabilitated at a place called The Gentle Barn in California and now runs up to people and falls asleep in their arms. chickens can be great buddies if you treat them right :^)

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1000/899 cute boy!!! handsome boy with a good name… il him and im glad he has a better life!!

Art Student AU

Take off that sweater. Please. It’s burning my eyes and offends me.

“That sweater is hideous.”

Pausing, Riskua looks down at the large sweater that covers her torso and nearly half her thighs. Sometimes sweaters that are oversized are cute. 

This one however…

“Okay, so it’s not the prettiest of thi-”

“Ris-ya, it’s offensive; it’s searing when I only catch a glimpse from the corner of my eye. I daren’t look at you head on.”

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The Secret MM Bad End 2
  • How To Get It: Deep route branch from day 8 - Doubt V , side with the others that want to force the truth out of him, Doubt him about the bomb and Rika.
  • *After the branch, there is a chat called A deal - ft Unknown asking you to leave the RFA and telling you that you can be free in exchange for information about the RFA, you only get the option to agree to this.*
  • *After that will be a VN showing you getting the information out and leaving the apartment.*
  • *Then there is a chat labeled "[Name] left the apartment" where 707 tells this to V, he Is getting worried about you. He promises to explain everything to you if you come to him right now. You agree.*
  • *He calls you after and begs you to come to him.*
  • *The VN after this chat shows you arriving at V´s place.*
  • *sfx of you ringing the doorbell*
  • *V opens the door and lets you in.*
  • V: “I am so glad you came [Name] please come in."
  • [Name]: "Thank you. So... Will you now tell me everything?”
  • V: “Yes, please sit down you must be exhausted. I'll make us tea and then we can talk better.”
  • [Name]: “Thank you.”
  • *You drink the tea and you suddenly get extremely sleepy; the room becomes black.*
  • *You then wake up and you are locked in a room.
  • You try to get out but none of the options let you.
  • From outside of the door you hear V.*
  • V: “Please calm down [Name], this is only for your safety. Unknown doesn't want me to let you go- he wants you to join Mint eye more than anything.”
  • [Name]: “What, how do you know this V?”
  • V: “I didn't want to drag you into this [Name] but I will protect you, just stay right there, you will be safe.”
  • [Name]: “V what is going on, can you just once tell me what is going on ?”
  • V: ”I'm sorry [Name], It's all my fault but trust me, I will keep you safe. As long you stay in there, you are safe.”
  • [Name]: ...
  • V: “Neither Unknown nor Rika will harm you I promise.”
  • [Name]: “Just let me go, I will not give the information to Unknown I promise."
  • V: “I really want to trust you [Name], but you not trust me either you leave me choice- I have to keep you here.”
  • [Name]: “Please V, I love you, I wont do anything to hurt you.”
  • *the door opens and V comes in.*
  • V: “Thank you [Name], I love you too and that's why I'll make sure you will be forever safe in here; I will do anything to show you how much I love you.”
  • Bad End
talesfromcallcenters: "My son sent me some green stuff"

HI, first time poster here!

I work for a logistics company, specifically for the international contingent of the business. I deal with couriers, customers and customs all over the world; for the most part, this essentially involves helping people fix the stuff they didn’t do right when they shipped their package in the first place.

This particular call relates to an imported parcel from the Netherlands.

M = Me WD = Worried Dad

M: Good afternoon, *** Dept, IntLogistic speaking how can i help?

WD: Hi, my name is WorriedDad, my son has sent me a parcel from the Netherlands, would you like the tracking number?

M: Yes please, go ahead.

He then proceeds to give me the tracking number for his package, i pull up the information and its out for delivery, usually good news to any sender or recipient, anywhere in the world.

M: Its currently out for delivery to your…

WD: OH PLEASE NO!

M: I’m sorry sir, what?

WD: My son has sent me some green stuff as a joke and I’ve been trying to contact someone to get it stopped so he doesn’t go to prison?

M: [taken aback] Right, okay… i see… sorry sir, could you be more specific?

Obviously, given the item has come from the Netherlands, and he has described the contents as ‘green stuff’, i know he’s speaking about Marijuana, but i’m not going to just assume that, thereby accusing his son of distributing illegal substances

WD: My son is on holiday in Amsterdam and thought it would be funny to send me some weed!

Now, as its out for delivery, its already gone through customs and is on the van already. In the event we’re advised there’s something illegal in a package, we have to try and intercept.

M: Okay sir, have you reported this to the police?

WD: No! Ofcourse not! I don’t want my son to be arrested!

M: Okay sir, not to worry, bare with me one moment, i’ll need to put you on hold whilst i contact the depot to get this intercepted for you.

WD: Thank you so much! My son won’t be in trouble will he?

by this point i’ve already pressed the mute button (i can still hear him but he can’t hear me), and i’m staring blankly at my screen. Then the most amazing thing happens. I hear the guy’s doorbell go, and some scuffling, shortly followed by…

WD: HELLO? HELLO? ARE YOU THERE?

M: Yes sir, my apologies, i am still trying to reach the…

WD: HE IS HERE!

M: Who is there?

WD: THE DRIVER, THE PACKAGE!

M: Okay sir, are you actually sure your son has sent you Marijuana?

WD: No but he said…

M: Alright, ask the driver to hold on for a moment, and open the package whilst he is with you.

the phone goes quiet for a moment, it sounds like he’s pocketed his phone whilst he’s still on the line, followed by some inaudible chatter and the closing of a door

M: Hello? Sir? Are you still there?

WD: HE SENT ME GREEN F—-ING TEA. THAT LITTLE —-. I’M SO SORRY.

M: [trying not to laugh] No problem sir, enjoy your brew!

WD ends the call, clearly embarrassed, i’m almost speechless, and turn to my manager - only to find he’s crying into his keyboard

By: IntLogistic

mrscitty  asked:

You know what I really appreciate about you? You are probably one of the only artist that I know on this site (who draw TAZ fanart) that involve Merle quite frequently! They often just concentrate on Magnus or Taako but I love Merle so much?!? So yeah thank you for your aamazing art! I'm always supper stoked when I see your art on my dash!

At this point in time I can say that Merle is probably my favourite character from TAZ. Sure, it’s very hard to really choose a favourite out of this never ending stream of wonderful characters and everyone holds a special place in my heart BUT Merle has no doubt been the under dog all this time and I was hoping for him to get a little more character development, to become more than a comedic relief - because to me he’s always been a highly interesting character? With the new episodes, we finally see a side to him that truly earns the name of the Peacemaker and my love for him and Clint’s talent as a roleplayer and actor has grown infinitely. 

I also…just…love dwarves a lot. Please, give dwarves all the love? 

Thank you for this lovely message, it means a lot!!!

Looking for a roommate, supportive and accepting home 💕

My name is Lauren and I know this may be a shot in the dark but my boyfriend and I are looking for someone in the metro Atlanta area that needs to get out of an abusive home and is of working age. We need to move within the next month due to a rent hike and we are having trouble affording any places in our city (Douglasville) without the help of a roommate.

We are open to anyone older than 18, gender and orientation does not matter. We are very accepting and supportive and want to give someone a supportive environment that may not have one currently. We have an extra bed frame, mattress, sheets and basic necessities. We may have extra clothes depending on size and gender. We are fully willing to help you find a job, get a license, whatever else you would need help doing. We are also willing to drive to come get you if you have no way to leave.

We both have experience with mental illness and are very patient and understanding. I would prefer to give this room to someone who needs to escape abuse because we both have needed to escape abuse as young adults and we want to provide someone else that chance!

If you are interested please message me on tumblr messenger. I will skype with you so we can meet in real time and get to know each other. Please pass this around as much as possible so anyone who needs it has a chance to see it. Thanks so much!

My norwegian exams!!!

Translation:

Task 4

In the two attached texts we meet two women with the same name. Nora in A Doll’s House wants to leave her husband, Torvald Helmer. Noora from the TV series Skam tries to persuade her boyfriend William not to leave her.

Compare the two texts and place them in a cultural-historical context

ID #20961

Name: Natasha
Age: 16
Country: Malaysia

hi, my name’s natasha and i’ve just finished my igcses!! im on a 6 month break (bc igs are stressful & i took 12 subjects bc im a nerd ha) before starting college!! i speak 4 languages and 3 dialects fluently and i also understand french, though im not fluent!!
my interests are all over the place; i love reading and writing and books and poetry and just!!!! im also trash for a million and one tv shows, western or asian, drama or lifestyle or wtv (i mean, i loVE cooking shows)!! im open to all kinds of music, but im currently really into banks, borns, allie x and the like! (i appreciate kpop too so) im a cheerleader and im also on the swim team, as well as the volleyball, football and athletics team! i play 6 musical instruments and am an arts student!!
im an avid shopaholic and im basically 80% coffee, 10% stress and 10% bad jokes :’) im usually really awkward but i do loVE making new friends & meeting new people! i’ve travelled quite a lot and so experiencing new cultures & learning about a new country and lifestyle is sUCH a thing for me!! if you couldn’t already tell, i talk a lot (yikes) and i would really really love to have a penpal!!
PS. i love maths and im really good at maths and i dont know why im writing this but it seemed like an important fact to include

Preferences: preferably someone around the same age as i’d think it a bit strange and a tad harder to connect with someone way older?? but other than that, im cool with anyone as long as you’re a respectful human bean and we have things in common :D

anonymous asked:

OKAY SO what if jared accidentally took his cat to school one day like. It lept in his stupid neon backpack and he didnt notice until he got in class

trash boy is too heavy and he would know immediately. however, connor’s tiny cat (whomst im naming cinders bc of that one submission) is very tiny, would not be noticed, and is prone to hiding in small places.

cinders pokes her head out of her hiding spot, sees a large room full of unfamiliar people, and poops in fear

(jared protects the cat w/ his life during the day bc he knows how much connor cares for it, but he is Not Pleased abt the shit smell when he cleans his bag out)

anonymous asked:

Just gotta say... my cross dressing name is Natalie. It's a beautiful, empowering name, and you embody all those qualities... I wish I could transition, but alas I'm too cowardly. Instead I'm just a male sitting here wearing a bra with fake padding :(

A good place to start with transition is at least knowing you want to. Another good thing to do is at the very least admit to yourself that you’re a girl, it helps a bunch with confidence as you work towards coming out and social transition. And I love the name Natalie, I literally picked it bc I was like “I don’t know anyone named that so that’s my name I guess”

the sound of handmade wind chimes. finally traveling to places you’ve been meaning to visit since a long time. making dream catchers. the sweet smell of freshly baked brownies. finding a four leaved clover. skinny dipping. the colours during sunrise. brown eyes. lying under the stars. making shapes out of clouds on a warn sunny day. laughing at a joke even after it is over. falling in love. finally feeling happy.
—  name aesthetics: Aja //requested by @mistaken-one
The Land of Scanning

The Land of Scanning is a black and white place
Uncharted on maps, this secretive space
Can never be inked, it leaves no trace
And photographs taken will just fade away

With careful planning, there is only way
Of finding this place, the stories will say
During the last few days of May
The Land of Scanning will open its gates

Time is demanding a traveller’s race
If you wish to visit, find a bookcase
Pick a novel from random and rip out a page
Feed through the scanner and print off your face

The Land of Scanning is a wonderful place
I’ve saved you a spot if you get here okay
It’s a place to start over, be free, recreate
Where your fears and faults may be erased

The Land of Scanning will appear in the rain
You will have to fly here by paper airplane
On the paper, neatly write down your name
Then cast it in the sky, in hopes of reaching this place

My mom just told me that my grandpa is all alone with my uncle. She also told me that the Maute are somewhere at my grandpa’s home. I half-denied it because it felt too scary to be true until I saw a video of Maute waiting by the area that resembled the place where my relatives would sit and have conversations with. And I think I remember it being a place where people would make a big feast by the end of the ramadan. It’s also where we wait for the jeeps to arrive, and it’s right by my grandpa’s home. I normally like to keep any personal information about myself to myself (the fake name and all) but because of the attack in Marawi City, I ask for your prayers. My grandpa is all alone right now and he doesn’t have anyone to take care of him amidst all the horrendous things that is happening in Marawi City. Marawi City is my hometown. I was born there and that was where I was raised when I was a little child. My grandpa is way too old to be taking care of himself and my uncle from this situation. My uncle’s has a condition. He was normal before but something happened and he hasn’t been normal since. I have another uncle who takes care of my grandpa but he left as soon as the attack happened and he’s somewhere he can’t get out. The people who are living in what used to be my parents’ home, which is right by my grandpa’s house, has left too. He’s all alone and there’s no one there to take care of him and my uncle. My mom’s been quiet throughout the whole course. I hear her mutter Allah’s name asking for help and she’s been through a lot. She really has. There’s all these problems she’s facing and the fact that this is happening is just… I can see how scared she is and what my grandpa must be going through? He won’t leave home and now he can’t leave home. All I ask is for your prayers for my grandpa and my uncle and everyone in Marawi City.

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Bath time with the bitch named Shasty and RichHomie

Once upon a time there was this hot, sexy bitch named Shasty and this fine ass nigga named RichHomie and they lived in this God forsaken place called IMVU.  IMVU is such a shithole but there is one good thing about it…it’s not the people in it…it’s that you can do whatever you want..so these two mfers decided to take a bath together…why you ask? “Cuz we mfin can” says the bitch named Shasty.

Let us bask in their fine choice of clothing for this shoot. Ahhhh..a robe and a towel made of the finest terry cloth this shithole has to offer(which is really just a cotton blend). Damn do they make those garbs look good. 

It looks as if bitch named Shasty finds Mr. RichHomie attractive and Rich is definitely feeling Shasty as shown in pics above.  This bitch is trying to get her some of that *wink wink*.  Let’s see how this pans out for the two of them….

Until next time…hopefully there will be some dirt involved (this was a bit too clean for my taste..pun intended) Keep your dicks wet and your pussies fed…Toodles!

@xxrichhomiex