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Camp Gritty 2017
It’s do or DIY: Dip Dye Party

If tie dying sweatshirts in the woods with your best friends doesn’t just scream summer, we don’t know what does. We were so stoked when artist, Charlavail asked us to be a part of Camp Gritty for the second year in a row, and we already had unicorn colored dreams of what our Vans Girls DIY would be this year.

We worked with Charlavail to bring our candy coated vision to life with an epic dip dye party in the middle of the wilderness. First things first, we needed the perfect canvas for campers to dye at our party. Of course, Charlavail delivered the epitome of cuteness overload— an illustration of a Gritty camper roasting ‘mallows over a campfire in her favorite pair of Vans for our sweatshirts (we will be saving this sweatshirt… forever).

Campers were greeted at our magical DIY station with a sweatshirt and all of the pretty dip dye colors their hearts desired. It was pure magic watching campers create unique colorful pieces that reflected their bright personalities. 

Create your own summer dip dye party with your friends: All you need is a blank canvas (we love the Full Patch Long Sleeve T-Shirt) and some buckets of dye!

Photography: Celina Kenyon

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Where They Wander: Anne Carolien Kohler
Destination: New Zealand

“I was quite an adventurer already and my parents called me a mountain goat. I would climb on the highest rocks, terrifying my dad time after time. Sorry dad.”

Do you ever find yourself scrolling through one of those travel Instagram accounts with envy wishing that were you? If so, chances are you’ve stumbled upon Anne Carolien Kohler before. This photographer with a background in lifestyle & design is originally from the Netherlands, but she’s currently living on the Gold Coast of Australia. Her passion for travel and never ending wanderlust reflects in every photo she shoots, and she’ll never say no to an opportunity to travel, explore, and capture new adventures. Today, we’re chatting with Anne about her dreamy trip to New Zealand with her friend Melissa (ummm, can we join next time?!).

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A Song of Ice and Fire: Daenerys Stormborn [ENFJ]

UNOFFICIAL TYPING by lover-of-grey-matters

Extroverted Feeling (Fe): The first function Dani developed is the one with which she could navigate the emotional atmosphere around her. She had to probe Viserys’s mood and adapt herself accordingly ’she knew better than to question her brother when he wove his webs of dream. His anger was a terrible thing when roused. Viserys called it “waking the dragon.”’ She also learned to read people quickly. She assessed Illyrio to be an opportunist  ’It was also said that he’d never had a friend he wouldn’t cheerfully sell for the right price.‘ her reading of people and the surroundings made her more pragmatics than Viserys, who was still stuck inside the personal mythical idea of Westeros and Targaryan superiority that he learned. ( ’In the alleys and wine sinks of Pentos, they called her brother “the beggar king.” Dany did not want to know what they called her.’ ’Dany listened to the talk in the streets, and she heard these things…’ ’It seems to me that a queen who trusts no one is as foolish as a queen who trusts everyone. Every man I take into my service is a risk, I understand that, but how am I to win the Seven Kingdoms without such risks?’)

Dani, after being in a ‘healthy’ emotional environment in the Vaes Dothrak where there was no more perpetual threat of abuse, continued to sync to external values. She quickly learned to please Drogo, physically and mentally. She built rapports with all of her handmaiden, and soon, her people and Missandei. As she began her conquest, her first mood is talk through people and often, emotionally manipulate them and luring them into a false sense of security. She let the slavers think her harmless and gullible in Astapor. She does the same trick again at Yunkai (’…that I wanted their answers on the morrow. I made no promises about tonight. The Stormcrows will be arguing about my offer. The Second Sons will be drunk on the wine I gave Mero. And the Yunkai'i believe they have three days. We will take them under cover of this darkness’)

Cultural assimilation continued to play a role in her plot. She absorbs the external values and mirrors them instinctively. She doesn’t make emotional appeal with an endgame of getting things done in the long run, it’s second nature to her. When in Dothraki, she quickly becomes a proper Khaleesi, not just acting like one, she uptakes there values. The Dothraki Stallion along with the seven becomes her god (Dany said a quick prayer, begging the Warrior for courage and the Dothraki horse god for strength. She made herself walk forward.)  At Quarth, she dresses like a Quartheen and followed the Quartheen protocol thoroughly to gain support. At Meereen, she dons her ‘floppy ears’ and wears tokar, hating it all the while. She did not marry Hizdar in the book on gunpoint like the show, she observes all the customs necessary.  Dani wants to belong, desperately. She keeps looking for a home, and hates being an outsider.

Her empathy does not stem from her identifying with the slaves, she feels it objectively anyway.  For example, when the bloody flux infected people set up camp, she went down to clean them, even when she never felt sick in her life (Targaryens were untroubled by the pestilences that afflicted common men, and so far as she could tell, it was true. She could remember being cold and hungry and afraid, but never sick.) Book Dani does not scream blunt force. She dances around and sugarcoats (I am only a young girl who know little of (insert something here)). She is polite to like, everyone. Even when she doubts their alliance. Dani’s feelings are not ingrained,  they are real-time. When she saw a child was killed by her dragons, she quickly caged them. But she literally issued torture order for another girl because she was not there in front of her, the dead Mossandor was, and that demanded justice first. 

Her Fe, at one point becomes problematic. She loved all the children that were supposed to be her hostage and the Harpy seized the fact that she will not harm Meerenese lives. She kept trying to please the people while she continually became unhappy. She literally allowed a man to spit on her face when SHE WAS A QUEEN and she let him go. She even lets Brown Ben Plumm go after betraying her, and she did not punish anyone because she hated the idea of appearing as the Butcher Queen.

Introverted Intuition (Ni): Dani’s symbolism is very personalized. Red door = home imagery ran all through her chapters. She promptly named her Dragons after her brothers even when she had little 'sensory’ impressions of them (the myth of Rhaeger did not come into play here, or the cruelty of Viserys), but she did it because of the concept(the green one Rhaegal 'cause the Trident was green where Rhaeger fell, Viseryon will be the prince Viserys was not).

She absorbed the warning Quaith gave her without any filtering and started scanning everyone for the 'three treason’ with intuition, rather than sensory evidences.  Dani, after the torturing experience of riding first with the Khalasaar and getting bruises from horseback, dreamed of a dragon and felt empowered. Then again, she took another leap of faith and woke dragons. Then her trip in the House of the Undying in the book was another Ni trip. She knew the Pree was false Pree, the Wizards are false wizard, the first door on the left in the last door on the right..all through her intuition. Her Se was feeding her clues all along the way, but being an intuitive, she is not aware of it.

Her plan with the Unsullied, the siege of Yunkai by getting the sellsword captain drunk and relying the slaves will  throw off their shackles, she kept acting on 'hunches’ up to the third book and her hunches kept paying off, until…

Extroverted Sensing (Se): Her Se is part of her loop. The Fe-Se loop first appears during Drogo’s illness and she ignores all intuition and jumps to act. Then it appears for a longer time in Meereen, and she is stuck into taking desperate measures to get her people behind her (cage the dragons, take children as hostage, then treat those children like royalty, marry Hizdar, agree to slavery in Yunkai and Astapor, open the pits, let the sick camp, then cut the camps off behind the wall…). All the while, she slowly kept losing consciousness with their long-term Ni goal. At first, getting stuck in Meereen only fueled her main objective, in her mind, she needs to be the right kind of Queen first (which overlaps with her theme, the one who fought for ending the slavery of the living will fight the ultimate slavers of humanity). She, in the books, in constantly weighing in her vision of going back 'home’ with her current situation, except she cannot leave with her people like this (Fe). Then as situation spiraled out of control, Westeros took backseat.

Introverted Thinking (Ti): Her Ti is baby Ti. It makes appearance sporadically and she cannot explain her logic because its subjective (like the one about not being a Butcher Queen). After a long loop, it finally kicks off at the final chapter of DwD, when she realizes that Meereen is not home.  Then her Ni makes a comeback, and she remember 'who she is meant to be’ and embraces fire and blood.

Note: I am talking about book Dani. Show Dani is with her constant screaming of '“I want my dragons,” “I have dragons,” “The throne is mine,” “I will take what is mine with fire and blood,” and zero people-pleasing is another creature. Show Dani can be a higher Se but book Dani is higher Ni through and through. 

Who’s playing Winters? Who’s playing Winters?”
This whisper was caught on the wind and ricocheted off the barrack walls of Longmoor Camp.
It was March 2000. Myself and forty-nine other men were at boot camp, in training for what was to become one of the most successful TV series of all time, Band of Brothers.
It followed Easy Company of the 506th regiment of the 101st Airborne Division from the jump into Normandy on D-Day, 6 June 1944, until VE-Day, almost a year later.
This band of brothers had had a leader, a man whose skills as a soldier were second to none, a hero to his men and to subsequent generations, and the boys in the barracks that day we all first met were keen to know who was going to play him.
Well, it was me.
Every young actor wanted to be in Band of Brothers. Steven Spielberg and Tom Hanks were producing for HBO and it quickly became the project that everyone had to be “seen” for. But it wasn’t just the high profile of the producers that excited everyone.
It was the story—a true story about real people and the extraordinarily heroic things they did in the Second World War. And we’d been asked to tell it.
I remember, as I arrived at Longmoor Camp for training that first day, I still wasn’t fully aware of the enormity of what I was being asked to do.
Everyone had been telling me, “You’re the guy. He’s the main guy.” But I hadn’t seen all the scripts (they weren’t all written yet), and was equally being told it was an ensemble piece. It was. But Winters was its spine.
Two things then happened that made me sit up.
I discovered that the actors living in the States (as opposed to those cast out of the UK) had made contact with the veterans they were going to portray, and had already formed considerable friendships. They’d had a few whiskies (depends on your definition of a few!), shared many stories, laughed and cried. The actors were ready to tell the vets’ stories and ready to do justice to the achievements of their new friends. It was infectious.
The second thing that shook me was a conversation I had with Donnie Wahlberg, who was playing Sergeant Carwood Lipton, a man also decorated for his bravery.
We’d been yelled at and driven relentlessly on our first day’s training out in the field.
No concessions were made to us being actors; in fact, the opposite was true, and we were exhausted.
It was nighttime, a few minutes before lights out, and I found myself and Donnie in the first moment of peace we’d had since arriving, leaning out of the top-floor windows of our barracks, facing each other across the concrete of the parade ground, discussing our fears and anxieties about doing these men justice in the nine long months ahead of us.
The night was still and Donnie said in a calm voice, “I don’t know you, but the fact they’ve asked you to portray this man means you have my respect already.”
And in that moment I knew.
I knew what Dick Winters meant to people.
He was a hero, an icon.
Dick kept diaries in the war. He wrote letters home. He had several folders of memories. And I had them all for research.
But I had never met him.
At boot camp I called him for the first time, and through a series of phone calls I set about slowly trying to earn his trust. What emerged as I got to know him was a man not given to late nights in bars, reminiscing, not given to romanticizing his past glories.
He was a man whose recollections were analytical, pragmatically ordered, not emotional, a man who was much happier answering questions on technical maneuvers or what boot he wore his knife on (the left by the way), than what he felt, as he found himself isolated from his men, staring at a whole company of Germans, on top of that dyke in Holland, for example.
"I was always just concentrating on getting the job done,” would be his typical reply.
It dawned on me what a happy coincidence it was that I had felt slightly removed from the “hype” at the beginning of the job, a little detached.
For it was precisely this ability to distance himself from any hysteria and to remain calm and lucid in moments of danger that made Dick Winters a natural leader of men.
But not only that. Once I had his trust, I found a warmth, a wickedly dry sense of humor and a willingness to listen that is not often found in men of power.
After the series had been filmed I went and visited Dick and Ethel at home in Hershey, Pennsylvania. We chatted and joked as he showed me some of his mementos and walked me around their beautiful farm (another major achievement in his life).
He treated me like a son and told me that he thought I’d done a pretty good job portraying him, although he was unsure at first!
I thought, yup, that’s him. Authoritative, nurturing and honest all at once.
I felt immensely proud that I’d had the opportunity to portray this man, a decorated war hero whose story I’d been entrusted with. It had needed a precision and an unfailing commitment to the truth.
It’s what Dick always demanded, of himself and others.
And as I sit in my trailer on another film set writing this now, the big band sound of “Chattanooga Choo Choo” swingin’ in the background on my stereo, I’m reminded of what Dick used to say to me during filming, “Just hang tough!” but always with a twinkle in his eye… .
—  Damian Lewis, September 22, 2004
NDRV3 Cast in AOT

If the NDRV3 Cast lived in the Attack on Titan World as Cadets… What would they join, the Military Police, The Garrison or the Survey Corps?.


This is gonna be fun….

I’m lying.

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Originally posted by darlinglostcrank

This is the fifth part of halfway. Reader puts herself at risk by getting closer to Bellamy even though he is sick. This is a bit of a longer one. 

Let me know if you want to be tagged in the next part of this or any of the other stories I write. Thanks :)

Reader X Bellamy Blake

Warnings: None I don’t think? 

I wake up laying on something warm yet firm. Opening my eyes the first thing I see if a chest. A bare chest. I yawn blinking the sleep from my eyes to realize I was laying on Bellamy’s shoulder. Halfway tucked into his neck.

“Stop moving you kick like a horse.” He mumbles making me realize he is awake.

To comfortable to move I smile softly.

“Have you ever been kicked by a horse?”

“…No…” He says earning himself a soft giggle from me.

“Then how do you know I kick like one?”

“Shut up.” He mumbles again.

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Deep dive into high-tech nightmares and lowlife dreams in Archetypal (Cypulchre Vol. II), a cyberpunk thriller where Americans are losing their minds online and are having their bodies hijacked offline; where America’s next revolution is being incubated in walled-off refugee camps, and tech companies are haphazardly redirecting human evolution… Get it HERE now!  


Trend Alert: Groove Into Summer 

We’re California-dreaming over the latest trend to hit the Best Coast: Groove Into Summer. Campy vibes meet Dazed and Confused style as Ringer tee’s, Checkerboard Slip-On’s and Flared Jeans begin to infiltrate our poolside wardrobe. This 70′s inspired look is one of our favorites to kick into gear this season, and it’s so incredibly easy to try on your own. For a casual look, pair the High Rise Jean Shorts with the 1966 Striped Tank, Heartbreaker Sunnies, and classic Old Skools. Then voilà! Guarantee you’d have David Woodersen serving up an “Alright, alright, alright.” 

Got a trend you think we should try out this season? Show us what you’ve got by tagging your looks with #VansGirls!


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The Great Fart Debacle

Based off the imagine: Imagine one of the Company farting so bad, it wakes everyone up and turns into a Whodunnit, but nobody knows that it was actually you that did it.

Your stomach twisted into another knot as you shifted on your bed roll. Inside you were full of gas from the stew you had shared with the Company, although they seemed to digest it much better. You tried to stay as still as you could as you began to sweat from the building heat in your bowels; it was only gas, you knew, and eventually it was going to make its escape. You clenched you eyes shut tightly as you tried to let the fart go slowly, silently. Oh, how you failed.

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