I have already written about the way the “fashion profiles” of Richard Spencer and other known neo-nazis in mainstream media are normalizing these discourses and making these people appealing to the public, sexy and desirable even. As recent as November 2016, Spencer was filmed giving a speech where his followers broke into Sieg Heil Nazi salutes and Spencer himself used words such as “lugenpresse” (lying press) that have a long history within Nazism. However, since these interviews and profiles rarely (if ever) point to this man’s history of neo-nazi advocacy (including eugenics and mass extermination), here’s a rundown of the past seven years of Richard Spencer, in his own words, calling for ethnic cleansing, mass sterilization and a whites only ethnostate.

Facts to counteract the normalization of neo-nazis – This Political Woman – Medium

Richard Spencer, who got punched this past weekend, denies he is a neo-nazi. I created an archive of the past seven years of “Spencer in his own words” where he advocates for mass sterilizations of Black people, racial genocide, ethnic cleaning and the creation of a whites-only ethnostate.

anonymous asked:

Ravenclaw aros inventing a counterpotion for Amortentia just in case someone tries to use it on them to "counteract" their aro-ness

A cup that screams “unsafe” when tampered with.

Nail polish and straws that turn color when exposed to love potions (although it started with amortentia.

A simple counterpotion that can be carried on your person if you don’t catch the love potion beforehand.

A whole line of products invented by an ingenious group of aro Ravenclaws meant to protect people from love potions (“Protecting you when the Ministry of Magic won’t” is one of their early taglines). The end up running a company to make such products and protest against love potions. 

They’re wildly successful.

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Next time someone claims Richard Spencer is a “dissenter” or a “politician” or some such nonsense, point them to this list of “Richard Spencer in his own words”. He has been spouting racist violence for years and we should not allow the normalization of his rhetoric as part of the acceptable boundaries of political discourse. Advocating for mass sterilization of Black people or the elimination of Jewish people are not topics of political debate. They are the machinations of cruel, immoral people who should not be allowed to promote these views unchallenged.

In Super Mario Galaxy, touching the Dark Matter in Bowser’s Dark Matter Plant causes Mario to disintegrate. For this effect, the game obscures Mario’s model with particles. Moving the camera around the obstruction, we can see that to counteract the increased strain on the graphical processing caused by the particle effect, Mario’s model is simplified during the cutscene by having its hands and face removed.

DIY: the CURSE A BITCH edition

So yeah, follow up to this post.

You’ll need:
• polymer clay
• nails
• paints and brushes
• a jar
• a taglock
• salt
• black pepper
• tabasco
• vinegar (the clear kind you use for cleaning)
• dirt
• gutter water
• candles

First I salted all my windowsills and my doorstep with salt to make protect my house. To make sure the bitch wouldn’t be able to counteract, I created a home guardian who acts as a “bouncer” of sort.

Then I made a small poppet out of clay. I tried to make it look as much like the bitch as I could at that scale. Then I drove nails into her, telling her each time why she was being stabbed. “This one is for when you made fun of coworker S”, “this one is for when you bullied coworker B”, “this one is for when you took pictures of me”, etc… I finished by driving a nail in her mouth “that’s to teach you to stop spreading gossips and lies”

I made her look anguished and in pain because that’s why I want for her. Then I baked the poppet, leaving the nails in. I roughly painted it afterward.

Once it was dried, I glued her inside the jar. My taglock this time was a note she wrote me. Her name was even on it, so that was good. I put it inside the jar and lit it up. Watching the flames lick her frame was cathartic.

Once it was done burning, I covered the ashes with salt to ward off her influence and irritate her. Then I ground some black pepper and poured it along some tabasco on her, to burn her. Then I went outside and scraped some dust and hair and dead bugs from the ground and poured it on her, so her reputation gets as dirty as she tried to make mine.

Ew, gross.

I added nails to the mixture so that every time I shake the jar, she’s hit by the weight of what she’s done.

Then I filled it to two third with vinegar. At first I wanted to use the cooking kind, but in the end, the cleaning kind made more sense. I mean, she’s a huge disgusting stain on the surface of earth, so… I topped it off with some gutter water because that’s where she belong, and spat in it three times, thinking about all the crap she had done to me and the others.

Once I was done, I just sealed it with wax and placed it in a dark place where it never sees the light of day.

I poured some salt and pepper on top of it, hence the grains. The color is a lot grosser irl, haha.

Anyway, there you go: how to curse a bitch.


One of the chief barriers people learning to project face is fear.  Many are afraid that they may die, or be harmed in some way as a result of their projection. Once you can counteract this fear you can begin trying to project.  

Step one:

Relax the body. According to Monroe, “the ability to relax is the first prerequisite, perhaps even the first step itself” to having an OBE. (out of body experience) This includes both physical and mental relaxation. Monroe does not suggest a method of attaining this relaxation, although Progressive Muscle relaxation, coupled with deep breathing exercises (inhale 1, exhale 2, inhale 3…. until 50 or 100) are known to work well.

Step two:

Enter the state bordering sleep.  This is known as the hypnagogic state. Once again, Monroe doesn’t recommend any method of doing this.  One way is to hold your forearm up, while keeping your upper arm on the bed, or ground. As you start to fall asleep, your arm will fall, and you will awaken again.  With practice, you can learn to control the Hypnagogic state without using your arm.  Another method is to concentrate on an object.  When other images start to enter your thoughts, you have entered the Hypnagogic state.  Passively watch these images.  This will also help you maintain this state of near-sleep. Monroe calls this Condition A.

Step three:

Deepen this state. Begin to clear your mind.  observe your field of vision through your closed eyes.  Do nothing more for a while. Simply look through your closed eyelids at the blackness in front of you.  After a while, you may notice light patterns.  These are simply neural discharges.  They have no specific effect.  Ignore them.  When they cease, one has entered what Monroe calls Condition B.  From here, one must enter an even deeper state of relaxation which Monroe calls Condition C– a state of such relaxation that you lose all awareness of the body and sensory stimulation.  You are almost in a void in which your only source of stimulation will be your own thoughts.  The ideal state for leaving your body is Condition D.  This is Condition C when it is voluntarily induced from a rested and refreshed condition and is not the effect of normal fatigue.  To achieve Condition D, Monroe suggests that you practice entering it in the morning or after a short nap.

Step Four:

Enter a state of Vibration. This is the most important part of the technique, and also the most vague.  Many projectors have noted these vibrations at the onset of projection.  They can be experienced as a mild tingling, or as is electricity is being shot through the body.  /their cause is a mystery.  It may be the astral body trying to leave the physical one.  For entering the vibrational state, he offers the following directions:

1. Remove all jewelry or other items that might be touching your skin.

2. Darken the room so that no light can be seen through your eyelids, but do not shut out all light.

3. Lie down with your body along a north-south axis, with your head pointed toward magnetic north.

4. Loosen all clothing, but keep covered so that you are slightly warmer than might normally be comfortable.

5. Be sure you are in a location where, and at a time when, there will be absolutely no noise to disturb you.

6. Enter a state of relaxation

7. Give yourself the mental suggestion that you will remember all that occurs during the upcoming session that will be beneficial to your well-being. Repeat this five times.

8. Proceed to breathe through your half-open mouth.

9. As you breath, concentrate on the void in front of you.

10. Select a point a foot away from your forehead, then change your point of mental reference to six feet.

11. Turn the point 90 degrees upward by drawing an imaginary line parallel to your body axis up and above your head.  Focus there and reach out for the vibrations at that point and bring them back into your body.

Even if you don’t know what these vibrations are, you will know when you have achieved contact with them.

Step five:

Learn to control the vibrational state.  Practice controlling them by mentally pushing them into your head, down to your toes, making them surge throughout your entire body, and producing vibrational waves from head to foot.  To produce this wave effect, concentrate of the vibrations and mentally push a wave out of your head and guide it down your body. Practice this until you can induce these waves on command.  Once you have control of the vibrational state, you are ready to leave the body.

Step six:

Begin with a partial separation.  The key here is thought control.  Keep your mind firmly focused on the idea of leaving the body. Do not let it wander. Stray thought might cause you to lose control of the state.

Now, having entered the vibrational state, begin exploring the OBE by releasing a hand or a foot of the “second body”.  Monroe suggests that you extend a limb until it comes in contact with a familiar object, such as a wall near your bed.  Then push it through the object. Return the limb by placing it back into coincidence with the physical one, decrease the vibrational rate, and then terminate the experiment.  Lie quietly until you have fully returned to normal. This exercise will prepare you for full separation.

Step seven:

Dissociate yourself from the body. Monroe suggests two methods for this.  One method is to lift out of the body.  To do this, think about getting lighter and lighter after entering this vibrational state.  Think about how nice it would be to float upward.  Keep this thought in mind at all costs and let no extraneous thoughts interrupt it. An OBE will occur naturally at this point.

Another method is the “Rotation method” or “roll-out” technique.  When you have achieved the vibrational state, try to roll over as if you were turning over in bed.  /do not attempt to roll over physically.  Try to twist your body from the top and virtually roll over into your second body right out of your physical self.  At this point, you will be out of the body but next to it.  Think of floating upward, and you should find yourself floating above the body.  Monroe suggests you begin with the lift-out method, but argues that both are equally efficacious.

Source: Scared text archive & (Taken from Leaving the Body: A Complete Guide to Astral

Projection, D. Scott Rogo, prentice Hall Press)

As Always


Black activist groups plan 5 days of #ReclaimMLK actions, from MLK Day to the inauguration

  • The Movement for Black Lives, a collective of over 50 black activist groups around the country, announced on Wednesday a week of actions aimed at counteracting the stated agenda of Trump.
  • From Martin Luther King Jr. Day on Jan. 16 to Inauguration Day on Jan, 20, the movement is asking affiliated organizations to launch daily actions
  • The actions are meant to challenge Trump’s call for mass deportation of undocumented immigrants, the repeal of the Affordable Care Act, the registration or ban of Muslims in the U.S. and the criminalization of reproductive health care.
  • Here’s a list of themes for the daily actions:
    • Monday, Jan 16: #ReclaimMLK Day
    • Tuesday, Jan 17: Anti-Islamophobia actions
    • Wednesday, Jan 18: Anti-deportation actions and environmental defense actions
    • Thursday, Jan 19: Labor, gender justice, student and youth actions
    • Friday, Jan 20 (Inauguration Day): Mass mobilizations Read more

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Last night while I was working on expanding my thoughts on how Guardian subclasses developed, I came across something interesting in Lord Timur’s grimoire card. It was subtle and quick, but it got me thinking.

“You think I am one of them? That all Exo are-”

“Lord Felwinter, i know what you are. And you are no Warmind or even one of it’s puppets.”


From what we know of Exo, they were created as tools of war, but what we didn’t know until now is that they were most likely built to be tools of the Warminds- an extension to their network like footsoldiers they could quickly deploy in times of crisis so they could react faster and be more efficient as forces on-the-ground. 

With the kind of shit Rasputin has been pulling since the Collapse, this opens up a terrifying realization of the possibility of the Warminds turning on Humanity. When they were tools of War they carried out orders because it was what they were programmed to do. There was no fighting against one’s conscience, it was just an executable subroutine in their programming- just execute, dump, repeat. Then when Clovis Bray seeded the Exo with consciousness / gifted sentience to the Exo, it completely disrupted the Warminds’ control over them. It would explain why Exo couldn’t remember much of anything before they were “returned” to our timeline. They had no use for long-term memory until they became sentient.

There are still no hints as to where that sentience came from though, other than the fact that we know some Exo were once human… what humans? Where did they come from? Were they an AI developed from brain scans or was it a complete consciousness transfer? Or worse…? I really want to know now… 

Some notes about rapiers:

  • they weigh about the same as your average arming sword!
  • they are not a foil, don’t confuse this, rapiers are just as stiff and strong as an arming sword. Foils are thin and bendy
  • They can’t be cut through like you think. Any sword can warp or snap under stress, especially if poorly made
  • They are quite long. They’re meant like long swords for reach however they are designed for more poking.
  • rapiers can be designed to be purely thrusting or even slicing.
  • involves a lot of neat stylistic guards and handles and has so much variance culturally.
  • the reason common cuts for a rapier are short wrist movements is because the blade end is long and can reach the opponent and stab them with said cuts
  • large blows for rapiers are still used, but the reason they are not common is because the long blade has a lot of weight and momentum to stop and counteract, in order to draw up your defenses after a cut. You want to be efficient in a quick attack without exposing yourself. However large movements and head smashing and twirling are still used.
  • when people have their secondary hand held above their head that is from the old traddition of carrying a lantern in the evening for fighting in the dark! It really has no other advantage or use today.

it’s a beautiful sword and it is my favorite.

one of the ways you can support dark skin girls is to LISTEN. to listen to our struggles, hear our stories. stop sitting here and negating our experiences, stop trying to counteract what we’re saying by talking about how light skin girls face the same experiences, just STOP and listen to us. hear us.

I think I could have forgiven the predictable and lazy characterization of the Aphrodite cabin if they had dragged Piper in the beginning. Like if they had to be a bitchy group why couldn’t they read her the way no one has been read before. They could have noticed her disdain for them and the way they value looks/beauty/romance and then just dragged the fuck out of her with a little “glad to see you judge us without actually knowing us just like everyone else” and “oh you think being a child of Aphrodite makes you useless in battle but you have charmspeak? Poor thing how do you survive all that internalized hatred?” A bit of “do you know /anything/ about mom? About the things she can do and has done?” Maybe some “this is very Miss Congenialty of you or are you too good for Sandra Bullock movies too so you don’t get the reference?”

Just something to recognize and counteract the very trite depiction of the children of one of the oldest gods. And something to really push Piper into challenging her ideas about her mom and siblings instead of having to wait 4 books for her to randomly come to terms with it. Would have been cool.

anonymous asked:

Could you write #8 the one where your soulmate’s first words to you are written on your body about nurseydex if you're still taking these prompts? I love your writing!

8. the one where your soulmate’s first words to you are written on your body.

Derek’s words come in on his fourth birthday, smudging across his skin like a bruise in reverse–fading in yellow, darkening to green, to violet, and finally to black, the letters set against the inside of his forearm: 

What the hell, man?

(He’s too young to know what they mean, but he’s old enough to wonder why his mother’s brow furrows when she sees it, why his father’s lips thin. When he’s older, he’ll realize that it’s one of the strongest memories of his father that he has.)

He learns to be a romantic as he grows up. His sister teases that he’s trying to inhale enough poetry to counteract his soulmate’s first roughness, and it makes him squirm, because it’s true. He breathes in love songs like they’re oxygen, soaks up stanzas of poetry like he could drown in them, tries to get softness so deep into his core that his words on his soulmates skin will have to be gentle, will have to be wrapped in love.

(Because that’s what everyone wants, right? To be loved?)

By the time he hits high school, Farah’s teases have turned to worried glances, have turned to lips bitten with concern. “You always seem like you’re choosing your words, papi,” she tells him, when she’s home from her freshman year of college and they’re sprawled on her bed, sharing a bottle of nail polish. “I’m worried you don’t let yourself talk.”

“I talk,” he tells her, waiting while she finishes the second coat on her left hand. Her right hand is steady as it holds the brush, and he wonders if he’s ever been so sure. “I just like to think first, you know? To say the right thing.” She frowns at him, and he reaches out to nudge her with his toes. “It’s chill.”

“It’s not,” she says, but she takes his hand, and paints his nails a green to match his eyes.

And in the end, the careful words are nothing, because it goes like this:

(It was always going to go like this–)

“What the hell, man?” The words come out in a huff, tempered with exasperation, as gloved hands come up to catch Derek’s arms.

“Sorry,” Derek says, steadying himself with an hand on top of one of the supporting arms. “Ice, you know?” 

The hands around his arms tighten, even through gloves and pads, and it takes him a second to realize that his forearm is burning like his skin has just discovered sensation. He looks at a pair of eyes that are the closest to gold he’s ever seen, and his brain goes suddenly and completely blank, and before he can stop himself, he says, “Has anyone ever told you your eyes look like whiskey?” 

And then he blinks, and realizes what’s just happened, and that his soulmate–his soulmate–is gaping at him. He clears his throat. “Um,” he says, and carefully loosens his grip on the kid’s arm. “I’m Derek.”

“Will,” his soulmate says, blinking back–whiskey, amber, honey at sunset, holy shit, those eyes–before he grins, crooked and amused. 

As Will takes his hands off Derek’s arms, slowly, like he’s not sure Derek’ll stay on his skates, Derek can’t help asking, “Which words did you have?”

Will cocks an eyebrow, but pulls one of his gloves off with his teeth, rolling up the sleeve of his practice jersey. Scrawled on his forearm, a counterpart to Derek’s own mark, is a line in Derek’s hand: Sorry. Ice, you know?

Derek resists the urge to smack himself with his stick. “Jesus,” he says. “Sorry.”

Will pushes his sleeve back down. “What for?”

“It’s not…” Derek shrugs. “Not so romantic, you know?”

Will looks surprised. “Um,” he says, his cheeks tinging pink under his freckles. Oh, Derek thinks. That’s something. “I wasn’t–uh.” He clears his throat. “I wasn’t expecting, um. Romance, really.”

Derek tightens his grip on his stick. “Is that–” He hesitates, because he’s never forgotten that his words came in like a bruise, and just because they’d never hurt doesn’t mean they won’t. “Should I not?”

The flush across Will’s cheeks gets darker. “I,” he says. He swallows visibly, and for half an instant, Derek sees an echo of his own insecurity on his features. And then he smiles, and his eyes glint like sunshine. “I don’t mind.”

Before Derek can open his mouth, Coach Hall blows a sharp whistle. “Poindexter! Nurse! Let’s go, we’re resetting!”

Will flashes him a grin, says, “Let’s go, Nursey,” he says. And then, like it’s nothing, like it doesn’t make Derek’s heart jump in his chest, adds, “Score on me, and I’ll let you get me a drink to match my eyes.”

(Trying to inhale poetry, Farah used to tease him, and maybe he breathed too much in, because Derek falls hard, and he falls fast–)

But the thing about soulmates, he thinks, skating over the blue line towards center ice, is that they catch you.

I think a lot of people (read: white men) are uncomfortable with the fact that Vulcans aren’t an inherently logical species because it implies that logic itself isn’t an intrinsic trait among any one group of humans either. It furthermore conveys that in order to achieve such a state of existence, once must devote their entire life to rigorous, learned disciplines which require extreme amounts of continuous effort to counteract one’s nature. After all, if Vulcans are able to fool other species into believing that their ability to dismiss emotional matters on a whim is a shared natural state of existence rather than a carefully-constructed social norm, perhaps white men could be able to make the same arguments for themselves. But no, the reality of the matter is that this epitomological representation of what it means to “live logically” was only able to reach this tantamount ideal through intense, ongoing adjustments to absolutely everything involved in their way of living. Nothing about Vulcan logic is inherent, nor does it dismiss the possibility of cultural diversity within itself.

This is why when you then become forced to explain to these “logical”/“rational” white men that Spock spent one lifetime learning to control his emotions and another lifetime learning to accept them, they plug their ears and pretend they can’t hear you. Because believe me, nothing makes the super privileged more uncomfortable than having to unlearn an artificial construct which they benefit from and have always assumed to just be a natural state of being.