falling-free

If someone walked up to you and said, “I am planning on killing you, your entire family and a significant number of the people who you know and care about,” how many of you would argue that this falls under “free speech”?

Of course you wouldn’t. You would understand that it is a threat and you would do anything you could to shut that threat down. Maybe you would file a police report, buy a gun, or fight that sonofabitch right there, or maybe you would be too afraid to do anything, but regardless of how you responded you would understand that this person needs to be stopped before he hurts you and your loved ones.

Every word from a neo-Nazi’s mouth is a threat of violence against Jewish people, Roma people and people of color and many others.

Not only is it a threat of violence, it is an active attempt to bring that violence into existence by recruiting others who will aid them in taking this violence to its greatest possible extreme.

Show the same respect for marginalized people’s rights to be protected and to defend themselves from political violence that you would expect to be shown if under threat of interpersonal violence.

(More a Thing my DM said. As it stands the best opening to any games I have ever played)

“You see the wide expanse of Creation before you. To the South is the endless deserts and volcanoes, where the most exotic spices and gems can be found. Opposite of it the snow covered North, home to ancient temples and hidden secrets. The West holds the shimmering seas and sings of pirates and adventure. The forests of the East are dark and mysterious, holding countless secrets in it’s depths. And in the center of it all, the Blessed Isle, once home to the gods, and now the hub of the vast Empire that spans all of Creation.”

“It’s an amazing sight, one that truly puts into perspective the wonder of the world as well as how important it is to protect it, But you can’t enjoy the view, because you’re five miles up and free falling, with no means of stopping your descent. Also you’re being attacked by savage bird men. Roll for Initiative.”

LIMITED EDITION: BLACKLIGHT JOURNAL 3 GIVEAWAY

I’ve been contemplating this a lot for a little while now, and I’ve finally decided that I’m going to go through with it! I’m going through with giving away a copy of the limited edition Journal 3 (blacklight), due to the celebration of all you lovely people out there who follow my blog (all 13k+ of you! Thank you so much!), and just the fandom in general for being fantastic! And I know that many are really wanting to have a copy, but the price is really high to buy one. So, I thought: why not give one to a fellow faller for free and bring some joy?

I’m still working out some stuff (I have a copy pre-ordered already since October/November, but I’m not sure if changing addresses and all will make me lose the pre-order so I may have to re-send the journal out to the winner. Which I probably will just stick with that since it’s gonna be a while before I announce the winner of the giveaway. And who knows if there will be copies left to order by then. But that’ll just let me make sure the journals in a good condition before I send it back out, I guess?).

Rules:

• You must reblog to enter! You can reblog up to 5 times, and please be courteous of your followers! (No likes will count, sorry. Reblogs only.)

1 (ONE) winner will be selected for the giveaway. Just one, and no more.

• At the moment I will only be shipping the journal to residents in either the US or Canada, due to high shipping costs (especially since this journal will weigh more, it’ll definitely cost more to ship out of the country…but things may change in the future, as you have over a month to enter the giveaway.) I’m sorry, but I’ll already be spending so much on the journal, and with shipping it’ll be even more (especially as a college student who should be saving their money for tuition…but I really want to give away a copy!)

• Giveaway ends on March 31st, 2017 at 7:59 pm EST.

• Winner will be chosen by a random number generator on after March 31st, 2017 at 8:00 pm EST. I will be announcing the winner sometime afterwards (no later than April 1st due to conflicting plans). So again, you’ll have until 7:59 pm EST on the 31st to get your entries in!

Winner MUST be 18+, or must have parent permission to give me your address so the journal can be sent to you.

• You don’t have to follow me, but it’s encouraged. I’m a blog with Gravity Falls content, so feel free to follow if you want to!

• If you’re not entering and just want to signal boost, feel free to tag your reblog with #no entry and you will not be entered. Though if you want to enter for someone else that’s fine — just make sure they’re fine with giving me their address!

Winner will have 48 hours to answer back. If no reply, I will pick another winner.

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The “my little random moments of pleasure” series - AHBL8 2017 - Free Falling Magic Moment
{video credit: Nirmani}

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  • According to Reuters, department stores Sears and Kmart have discontinued online sales of 31 Trump Home accessories.
  • As Sears and Kmart acknowledged their decision, the Wall Street Journal reported that Nordstrom’s sales of Ivanka Trump-branded products had been in free fall prior to their decision to pull all her merchandise from its shelves.
  • The retail revolt against the Trump brand — particularly Ivanka’s — is in part due to a grassroots campaign called #GrabYourWallet. Led by its founder Shannon Coulter, #GrabYourWallet intends to boycott stores that still carry products related to the Trump brand — and some of them have given in. Read more (2/15/17 10:14 AM)

I am trying to write a poem about my loneliness
But the page just seems to insist
on staying empty.
But loneliness isn’t emptiness
loneliness is the lead ball in the pit of your stomach
and the feathers tickling the back of your throat
loneliness is the itch you cannot scratch
it’s feeling far too much
far too little.
Loneliness is an all consuming enigma
of the past
of a past
Of a past you’re trying to forget
Of a past you can’t help but regret
Of a past that shoved you into the position
of isolation in which you reside
In which you’re going to die.
And sometimes solitude becomes gratitude
but the demolition of the monuments
that used to be perched on my ribs
left nothing but dust
and I am no longer grateful.

I used to build shrines in my heart to girls who would
never quite love me.
But that was never loneliness.
Unrequited love is a social activity because broken hearts
scream louder than all the wind in the world
howling together.
Despite the rain and miserable weather
I could fill myself up with love even though no one
would ever reciprocate
even though I always had to compensate
by giving more than I had left in me.
I would clutch my chest and rip out pieces of my heart
on which metaphors for love and birds and bones
and sadness and stars
would rest.
I could gift these to those who smiled.
Because nothing cuts into loneliness like affection
or attention
or the smile of someone who has no
reason to.
I suppose I never had a reason to.

I am trying to write a poem about the rain.
They say that people are nothing like rain
nothing like snow
nothing like autumn leaves
because people do not look beautiful when they fall.
A phrase I could never quite wrap my head around.
Because to me falling is dancing
and dancing is writing
and writing is cleaning your body of the toxins
that well up behind your eyes
and hide behind your liver
and pump fluid in your lungs.
What isn’t beautiful is hitting the ground.
The snowflakes will dissolve and the rain
will be absorbed by the greedy earth.
The leaves will rot
and you’ll be taking shots
Until your heart falls out of your chest.

Loneliness is falling
and falling is dancing
and dancing is writing
and I am trying to write a poem about my overwhelming
fear of touching the solid ground.
I am trying to write a poem about falling
Because I reside in free fall
and my heart falls for the snow
and the snow falls for the rain
and the first rule of gravity is everything
must fall
So we fall
And I fall
and you fall.

—  Fall (Emf)

We often think of haunted places as spooky old houses or abandoned asylums, but what about an aircraft? One such case is that of Flight 401, an Eastern Airlines flight that crashed into the Florida Everglades on December 29th 1972 at approximately 11:42 P.M. The captain, along with one of two flight crew members, two of 10 flight attendants, and 97 of 163 passengers, died; 75 passengers and crew survived. The crash was a result of the crew becoming distracted by a minor problem (a burnt-out landing gear indicator light), and failing to notice that the plane was not on autopilot. They were unknowingly free-falling for more than 10 minutes. The last dialogue heard on the plane is surprisingly casual, and at least somewhat relieving to know that the causalities never knew what hit them:

 “Stockstill: Um, [pause] we’re still at 2,000 feet, right?”

  “Loft: Hey—what’s happening here?” 

-plane crashes-

Although the crash was disastrous, a lot of the non-essential equipment (i.e dinner trays, seats and hinges) were salvageable and were “recycled” onto other aircrafts in order to save money. After this, odd things began happening. On several flights, flight attendants and passengers witnessed the ghost of Captain Bob Loft walking in and out of the cock-pit before vanishing into thin air. On one occasion, the flight crew were so shaken by the experience that they had to cancel the flight. On another flight, a lady made a concerned enquiry to a flight attendant regarding the quiet, unresponsive man in Eastern Airlines uniform sitting in the seat next to her, who subsequently disappeared in full view of both of them and several other passengers, leaving the woman hysterical. More than 10 flights had reports of paranormal occurrences, and all these flights contained at least one part of the crashed plane. In 1981, all of these “haunted planes” were taken out of service in fears that a paranormal experience may cause another crash. It remains the only incident of a supposed haunted aircraft, and is as creepy as it is unusual.

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Grey’s Anatomy: Free Falling
Even good marriages fail. One minute you’re standing on solid ground, the next minute- you’re not. And there are always two versions. Yours, and theirs. The both versions start the same way, though. They both start with two people falling in love. You think yours is the one that’s gonna make it. So it always comes as a shock. The moment you realize it’s over. One minute you’re standing on solid ground, the next minute, you’re not.

Eve and Persephone met,
and it was the dynamic duo of the century.

Eve and the apple that cursed so much like
Snow White’s fairy tale, only there was no
prince on a white horse here. There was just
a bite mark in the shape of a heart. A loose
tooth breaking free, falling to the ground,
leaving Eve with a bloody mouth and a taste
that could only be mistaken for freedom.

Persephone and her pomegranate, the juice
down her chin, how easily it could have been
mistaken for the fresh blood of an animal.
Instead of breadcrumbs, she tossed the
pigeons seeds, bloated them full of sticky
sweetness.

The men were the saints,
and these women were our sinners.

God was all man.
The angels, the adoring fans,
they were our girls. If you did
wrong, your wings were robbed in
your sleep. This was what we were
told to worship.

Eve said, “He gave me a mind of my own
but never meant for me to think for myself.
My appetite could not even be my own.”

Persephone said, “I was just a little girl.
He grabbed me from behind and they all
said I should love him because he’s a God.”

Eve and Persephone said,
“They told me I was just a girl,
nothing Godly about that.
I wanted to know why I couldn’t be both.”

Eve and Persephone met,
and nobody was ready for what happened next.
—  Eve and Persephone: The Birth of Witchcraft, angelea l.
The FCC is Investigating Stephen Colbert for His Hilarious Trump Takedown

Unless you live in a tree (and really, who could blame you now?), you know that earlier this week, Stephen Colbert eviscerated Trump in part of his “Late Show” monologue.

Trump supporters, who insist WE’RE “snowflakes”, flooded CBS with complaints. Because Colbert is on the public airwaves and not, say, basic cable, the FCC has opened an investigation and is promising to take action should Colbert’s bit meet the SCOTUS threshold for “obscenity”.

SO much has transpired this week–the Comey hearing, the Russian hack of French moderate Macron, the horrifying anti-LGBTQ Executive Order Trump signed yesterday–it’s hard to know where to focus.

It’s not that the FCC investigation is more important than the other stories; it’s that its implications are deceptively vast.

By any reasonable standard, Colbert’s words fall under protected free speech, even on public airwaves. Let’s note that the target, Trump, is a self-confessed multiple sexual assailant, is under active FBI criminal investigation for colluding with Russia, and recently settled a $25 million lawsuit for fraud.

He’s ripe for satire. He’s a fair target. And, ostensibly, he’s the POTUS.

As such, there’s no fucking way Colbert’s words merit an FCC investigation.

The outcome has far-reaching implications for satire and, as such, free speech, under this administration.

Pay close attention and, if you can afford it, become an ACLU member if you’re not already. Or donate when you can.

As a friend of mine who’s a political scientist likes to say, “Totalitarianism always starts with words.”

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A deeper, rather terrifying analysis of Keyleth’s free-fall off the cliff… I’m no physicist, and I’m not saying that this is by any means perfect, but by my calculation Keyleth was in the air for about 8.42 seconds, and crashed into the rocks as a goldfish at about 125.5 miles per hour. o.o

anonymous asked:

Why are there still so many people who believe that cheetahs are the fastest animals alive when it's clearly peregrine falcons?

Listen, it’s all in how you’re going to split hairs or various other integuments on this one. Without any qualifiers, peregrine falcons are the fastest animal. However, they hit their record speeds of 320km/hr+ in free-fall - so, once you start getting into “fastest animal moving under it’s own power”, things get messy. When it comes to powered flight, peregrines only hit about 65-90km/hr.

Cheetahs aren’t even a close second in the unqualified “fastest animals” category though, with their speeds of ~120km/hr; a whole slew of other speedy birds who enjoy plummeting to their deaths just haphazardly smashed their way in there with no regard for those poor earth-bound mammals

So let’s get into some qualifiers. Fastest self-powered movement? Nope; Brazilian free-tailed bats noodle around at a casual 160km/hr - and, as you may notice, this also means cheetahs aren’t even the fastest mammal. It’s only once we rule out everything that isn’t a terrestrial mammal that cheetahs finally take the crown. You tried, cheetahs.

This isn’t even going into speed options beyond our restrictive, human-sized measurements - for instance, in terms of objective body lengths per second the Southern California mite just absolutely crushes it with 322 body lengths per second (whereas cheetahs only score at about 16). To translate, this is the equivalent of a human running 2,092km/hr