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Happy simming for Autism Acceptance Month <3 

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This @bbcamerica promo makes me proud to be an American Whovian

The “Bubble”

I hear a lot of bullshit about living in “bubbles” here in the United States. Specifically, I hear about how we live in liberal or conservative bubbles, where we only hear viewpoints similar to ours, and this is detrimental.

I really hate this bullshit.

I grew up in a predominantly white, predominantly Christian, very affluent suburb. The majority of minority students in my school system were East and South Asian. My extracurriculars kept me surrounded by a similar demographic.

Then I moved to the city. Through my academic and professional life, I began to interact with a shitload of people who were not originally from the United States, but came here to study, to teach, to practice medicine, to do research. I began to interact with people who were born here, but who were first generation Americans.

And just walking around and living in the city, I began to interact with people of all classes, ethnicities, countries of origin, religions, and so on and so forth. It is normal to me to be on the train and hear conversations in Spanish, in Chinese, in Arabic. It is normal for me to see signage in different languages. It is normal for me to pass by stores that sell Indian bridalwear, or a Russian pharmacy, or a Chinese specialty food shop.

Normal. Normal. Normal.

One day this past fall, I was sitting and waiting for the bus. An older woman sat beside me and began to talk to me (at me, to be honest; I don’t make conversation with strangers most of the time). She complained about how climate change meant that she had to drive out to another part of the state to see the leaves change, to experience a proper autumn. She said, despairingly, that you just couldn’t see the change in the city.

I commented that I’d grown up in a rural suburb, where I’d gotten to experience the spectacular leaf change she was talking about, but I preferred to live in the city.

“Why?” she’d asked.

“Well, public transit,” I explained. “I don’t have to have a car anymore. And there are stores everywhere and lots of great places to eat. And it’s much more diverse. I grew up in a mostly white suburb–not very diverse.”

As the bus pulled up, she asked me, “Why would diversity be important?”

I was a little stunned that anyone would even think to ask that question, so I didn’t have a ready response. Luckily, once we got on the bus, the conversation was over, so I could just curl up in a seat and relax till I got to my stop. But her question bothered me, and it wasn’t until the election that I could articulate an answer.

Diversity fosters empathy.

That’s not to say that you can’t be empathetic if you don’t grow up in a diverse area. I didn’t grow up in a diverse area, and I’d like to think I’m still empathetic. But diversity absolutely fosters empathy.

So when people talk about bubbles, I call bullshit. I’m a progressive liberal for a lot of reasons, and one major reason is that I live in a diverse city, and I work in a diverse field. That is not a bubble. That is not the same as being surrounded by like on a regular basis, and being afraid of the Other.

Sharing political ideals is not living in a bubble. Subscribing to factual news is not living in a bubble. Refusing to tolerate fascist bullshit and cutting people out of your life when they espouse it?

Not living in a bubble.

gemstoneblitz  asked:

I hate my art skills....

I’m gonna be clear. This is kinda a point of view of mine, based on my own experience and observation.

You know what’s the problem? The social media itself. 
I’m not going to say it is internet’s fault, because I learned many stuff reading and watching on internet years later.

I didn’t have someone in real life to teach me and I didn’t have internet either. My style was TOO WAY different from what is it now. It was obvious, but I enjoyed so much drawing. It never crossed in my mind that my art skills were terrible. I fillled more than 20 notebooks with comics. 

Even I was teaching my school friends how to draw. AND THEY LEARNED TO DRAW THAT STYLE, EVEN THO IT WAS THIS THING BELOW!!

THEY LEARNED HOW TO DRAW LIKE THAT!!

I CAN EVEN STILL DRAW IN THAT STYLE

BUT WE DID NEVER CARE ABOUT IT
Because we were happy drawing our stories (And the stories weren’t good at all”)

We were happy doing our stuff. And we improved without realizing it. We found a style, we tried to copy it, something started to change, we loved it, we kept drawing, we commited mistakes, we didn’t care, we won contests with THAT style… 

Some people today could say we were living as “ignorants”, but the real thing here is, that we were finding ourselves without caring others’ words. We loved each part of our progress, and of course, that took a lot of years, and still.

Social media wasn’t as important as it is now, at least in my country. Mid-class families started to have internet in their own houses around 2005 - 2006, but social media became really important around 2008… just a few ones knew the existence of the classic memes. Smartphones were only for rich people.  I just got Macromedia Flash mx 2004 and Paint.Net, learning how to use layers on my own. Having such a mess, but proud of my progress, ALWAYS.

I love so much that part of my life for that reason, because it  is not like now.

People need to check their social media everytime. Posting something everytime to get a thumb up and don’t be forgotten. To be someone and meet a lot of people. I’m not saying this last one is wrong, in this world of artists this is pretty important to have interaction since some of us don’t have friends that share our same stuff in our neighbor, city, country, etc.

The point is, here’s a social pressure to hurry, to make something really big, something awesome and having 15 minutes of fame, even years of fame. To make ‘em enjoy, but never enjoy yourself, because there’s no time to think about yourself. 

You must do something that calls people’s attention and hoping your thing become a trend. If you’re not enough good, you can get ignored, or even worse, being hurt by people that can hide their faces and spit shit on your innocence and your ilussions to become a better person, artist, musician, whatever u want to be.

People that will never read a point of view, because everything must be quick, everyone are posting something, everyone are trying to make something big, some of them are doing it with kindness, others just to get attention. I don’t even know if you will read this, I don’t care. Sometimes I think it is a waste of time sharing these thoughts, but I hope someone who is making the same question, this long post can help in something.

I have met very talented people, VERY very talented people, I talked to them, they shared me their drawings. I tried to show them they were good… but they are totally blind and still call shit themselves and their work.

You don’t have any fucking idea how does it feels to hear/read that… And I hope those guys read this. I don’t feel dissapointed, I feel like if a relative of mine was commited suicide. That’s how I feel.

So…

Think in yourself, please. Take your time, and try to not hate yourself. Try to not hate your skills. Good stuff can come to you, when you stop worrying about it and you start to make an effort.


These kind of asks make me feel terrible for people that are not able to understand this… so please. 


There will be days when you will feel weighed down. There will be events that will make it feel impossible to fly. 

But we will not be kept grounded. We will leave no one behind. Should you find yourself unable to fly, we will be each other’s wings.   

So stay with us. Your voice is needed. You are needed here and now. This is your call to action. 

We will uplift the voices that need it most. We will be the “helpers” so sorely needed. We will prove that one act of kindness outweighs 1000 atrocities born of hate.

We will not be stopped in this endeavor. We will not lose hope. We will continue to love and help wherever it is needed. There is nothing that will change who we are. We will be forever proud. 

And no matter your gender, race, sexuality, ability, creed, class, country, religion, or age, you are loved and you are wanted. We will do better to prove this to you. 

For our flock is strong, and you belong.  

so when the ny times reports about duterte being practically responsible for over 7k random deaths in one year, in metro manila alone i might add, y’all r silent af

but one guy decides to write about his (again, very EXTREME) lifelong experience with his house help in the atlantic and suddenly y’all are up in arms???? suddenly the philippines is a relevant country and u suddenly KNOW EVERYTHING about what goes on here???

As requested by @storystereo

In the 1920′s women’s fashion changed radically. The war is over and there’s a relative feeling of times only getting better. The classic idea of having long hair is gone and society gets more looser and acceptable.

It must be noted that cutting the hair all short wasn’t done by everyone, coming from the long Edwardian looks, cutting of all of it wasn’t an easy decision. Many women cut their hair shoulder length. The bob is the most stylish hairdo, faking it was normal. Wild curls and hairpins were a woman’s best friend.

Women with naturally straight hair and an even more wilde spirit cut their hair short and banned the curls. 

Art nouveau and Art Déco inspired accessoires like the headbands still exist, but wearing large hats is very out of style. Small hats are the way to go in the roaring twenties. Finger waves already existed before the war and are still an acceptable style.

It must be noted that styles were different from region/country and still even class.

Imagine that during the 1920s you’re the somewhat wayward daughter of an upper-class gentleman. Due to your behaviour, you’re sent to live with your uncle far off into the country where you can’t get into trouble. Your uncle has a young valet called Loki however, and you just can’t help yourself but to tease and annoy him. As you slowly whittle down his professional demeanour you realise you aren’t so different and become close. It’s all too soon before you notice that you’re falling in love and the harsh fact of reality is that you’ll probably never be able to be together.

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From cobblestones to country roads, the Mercedes-AMG A-Class will take you home.

[Mercedes-AMG A 45 4MATIC | Combined fuel consumption: 7.3–6.9 l/100 km | CO2 emission: 171–162 g/km | http://amg4.me/Efficiency-Statement]

#MBsocialcar by Alex Stead

What can I do? (Solarpunk edition)

It warms my heart to see so much support and interest in solarpunk! I know a lot of people are wondering how they can contribute, and hopefully this answers most questions.

Firstly, I think everyone has something they can contribute–even simply listening and sharing is a HUGE help for solarpunk as a whole. Arts, design, fashion, architecture, engineering, farming, forestry, pharmaceuticals, medicine, travel/transit, fiction/nonfiction writing, industry, politics, education… whatever you work with, whatever your passions or hobbies are, you have something to contribute.

Solarpunk does not just mean solar-powered, in the same way Steampunk does not only refer to steam power.

It means looking towards a brighter future, for all of us sharing this Earth. It means seeing the options we’ve been shown for the future (post apoc trash or corporate dystopias) and saying “I refuse to accept this”.

Solarpunk is our present day -punk genre. It has the ability to spread and enact true change, if we nurture it enough.

And in that vein, to answer the question “What can I do?” We can break down solarpunk into three branches (for now):

Diversity: celebrating our differences, being empathetic, understanding and sharing multiple perspectives. Diversity in our sociopolitical lives as well as diversity for our ecosystems and economies.

Accessibility: advancement in technology cannot truly help humanity if certain classes or countries cannot access them. Disabilities (physical and mental) must be accounted for when we redesign cities for people; we must ensure everyone can get around them.

Sustainability: our current for-profit system is killing us and the beautiful creatures we share our planet with. We are wardens of Earth; we are here to protect and nurture it. Production based on need not profit, and de-industrialized agriculture. Communities should be able to function independently from the whole, in terms of necessities (food, water, power, shelter).

Along with these branches, I believe there are three other movements that will inevitably intersect with Solarpunk, if they haven’t already.

Permaculture: bringing back ancient/indigenous/sensible farming practices that we lost or considered “primitive”. Agroforestry, crop rotation, urban/vertical farming are good places to start.

Right-To-Repair: in response to companies like Apple denying our ability to maintain our own devices, there is a large movement dedicated to repairing tech in order to elongate their life cycle and prevent further waste. Why buy a phone every two years, when we could upgrade one continuously over ten?

Afrofuturism: Africa is finally beginning to get back on its feet after the imperialist Rape of Africa era. African Americans are strengthening their voices and cultural ties in this Eurocentric digital age. I cannot properly do this movement justice; it isn’t my voice that should be telling you. Supporting and uplifting the voices within this movement is crucial to not only Solarpunk, but to the wider goal of harmony and reparation.

The most important facet of Solarpunk is perspective: not everything will work for everyone, and listening to marginalized people is absolutely essential to growing our movement.

Be safe, be kind, and spread some love.

Jay Headcannons

As much as I love Carlos (and boy, do I love him), I love Jay too and have some ideas kicking around in my head

- Jafar complained more about his fall from power than he ever spoke about Agrabah and their heritage. Once he starts learning about his country in Auradon classes, Jay starts picking up books on learning Arabic.

- He doesn’t tell his friends and hides his books because he’s worried that he won’t be able to learn a second language. On the Isle, Jay never cared to learn anything and he never had to really work and study.

- Carlos hears Jay speaking in Arabic one day and 1000000% has the hots for bilingual Jay.

- Jay teaches him bits and pieces and Carlos starts practicing on his own

- You just know they talk dirty in Arabic

- He lets Evie practice new braids on him. His favorite is a fishtail braid

- His bed on the Isle was a carpet underneath a shelf in Jafar’s shop. It’s too weird to have an actual bed in Auradon so Jay has to work himself up to it. He starts by sleeping on the floor like normal, then brings down a blanket to sleep with, then a pillow, until he’s ready for a real bed

- Jay definitely looks up to the tourney coach as a father figure and goes to him for advice and life problems and things Jafar was never there for

- Yeah, leather pants are nice but he will wear pajama pants wherever it is acceptable and argues with Fairy Godmother that they are appropriate attire for the classroom (he doesn’t win the argument, but she gets tired of fighting with him and lets it go)

- He can spot attraction from a mile away and hints at Mal and Evie getting together before the girls even realize they like each other

- always feeding Dude people food when Carlos isn’t around to yell at him for it

last call (for now) for the trans portrait gallery!

my name is eli, and for the past six months i’ve been working on a project called the “trans portrait gallery.” essentially, i am drawing portraits of a wide range of trans people and compiling their stories to display in an online and easily accessible gallery.

 i love art and i wanted to blend my love of it with activism, so the project aims to create a sense of empathy and humanization for the trans experience through visual stimuli, and to provide a visual contrast to the fact that trans people, most often trans women, are portrayed as a caricature or the butt of a joke. i also want to show that we come from every background and situation– country, age, race, socioeconomic class, religion, sexual orientation, ability, etc.– and explore how these factors interact with our lives and our gender identities.

the response to this project so far has been amazing, and i’ve felt so honored to draw everyone’s portraits and be privy to their stories. i’m hoping to have the first iteration of the website up in the next few weeks! however, i’d still like to have more portraits, and in an effort to streamline the process, i’m sending out one last call:

if you’re transgender or nonbinary and willing to have your portrait drawn and posted on the trans portrait gallery, along with excerpts from answers to a few interview questions, i am going to be using the tag #transportraitgallery to draw the last round of portraits! 

here’s how you can go about this:

1. take a straight-on photo of your face

2. answer the following questions. you can be as concise or as longform as you want!

  • How has being transgender/nonbinary interacted with or impacted other facets of your identity (e.g. race, religion, socioeconomic status, sexual orientation, etc.)?
  • What have some of your negative experiences related to being transgender/nonbinary been?
  • What have some of your positive experiences related to being transgender/nonbinary been?
  • If you could tell every cisgender person in the world one thing about trans people/the trans experience, what would it be? (You can have more than one answer.)
  • If you could have a phone conversation with your younger self (whatever age(s) you’d like), what would you say to them?
  • What has your experience with your family been like?
  • What else about being transgender/nonbinary would you like to write about?

3. post your photo and responses to the tag “#transportraitgallery” on tumblr! if you feel uncomfortable sharing your photo/responses on your blog, you can also submit your photo/responses to me at genderists.tumblr.com/submit

if i decide to draw your portrait, i will reach out to you to double-check that you’re all right with it. additionally, if you have any questions, feel free to send me a message.

thank you so much for working with me throughout all of this! it would be excellent if people, cis or trans alike, could reblog this to get the word out.

–eli (genderists)

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SOLD

1948 Harley Davidson

ULRestored Investment Grade Harley Davidson UL Flathead Big Twin 74 ci V-Twin

SUMMARY

* Logged zero miles since a full, highly accurate restoration
* Restored with a roster of NOS parts
* Original, VIN-matched 74 cubic inch flathead
* Correct 4-speed transmission
* NOS exhaust
* NOS wheels
* NOS seat
* Era-correct scallop stripes

: Harley-Davidson is more than just a motorcycle, it’s a lifestyle. That said; it’s the motorcycles that keep enthusiasts coming back. Nearly every year, model, frame and engine has its own set of diehards that swear by a particular Harley vision. But, no matter your preference, it’s hard to deny the significance of a sweet bike like this 1948 UL Flathead. Restored by one of the best Harley gurus in the country, this world-class scoot is a shining example of why every gearhead loves a HOG. And if you’re in the market for a little 2-wheel royalty, it’s your first-class ticket to open road freedom!

APPEARANCE

Originally introduced in 1938, Harley-Davidson’s UL Sport Solo line ran the gamut from broad-shouldered cruiser all the way to commercial utility bike. Lovingly restored, and kept on permanent display, this lust-worthy UL hasn’t logged any miles since the last wrench was turned on its NOS Harley hardware. A mirror-like coat of black paint serves as the foundation for era-correct scallops that are detailed with red pin striping. At the front of that pigment, the dark vibes start with an NOS Harley fender, which parades NOS Harley trim and an NOS Harley light in front of a correct fuel tank. Simple and classically shaped, that attractive tank, equipped with a factory dash, breaks perfectly in to an NOS buddy seat that’s propped on NOS buddy springs. That saddle hangs over a second NOS Harley fender that centers an NOS tombstone taillight behind an NOS Harley bumper. And overall, this UL features classy, retro-cool aesthetics that are sure to age just as well as their high quality components allow.


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  • Teacher: Alright kids, write down a list of things or people that are greatly under-appreciated or underrated in the world our in our country for our new class project.
  • Teacher (later): Okay let’s see what you came up with...
  • Teacher: Huh very good guys we've got firefighters, janitors... Okay that's it WHO WROTE GROVER UNDERWOOD, THE PRINCE OF EGYPT AND THE KANE CHRONICLES?
  • Whole class: *Turns to me* Andre wtf