Selfish Machines is the second studio album by American rock band Pierce the Veil, released by Equal Vision on June 22, 2010.
Produced by Vic Fuentes and Mike Green, it was recorded between late 2009 and early 2010.
Today I’ve been feeling up and down. Loved and ignored. Happy and sad. No matter what I’ve been feeling I will always be grateful in one thing: trusting myself. I am so happy with the person I am today, 2424 days into hormone therapy, and I thank that little boy in the first picture who had the courage to do something I am still in shock of. I was scared and depressed before day 1 but I found a community of people online who supported me and will forever attribute the bravery I had on that day (June 16th, 2010) when I started hormones, to them. Since then the community has grown into something beautiful and I am so blessed to be part of it. Now it’s my turn to help people and it feels amazing that everyday I look online and what I’ve always wanted has happened. I’ve always just wanted to help people and be a resource for them. Here I am, 6.5 years into this, and feeling so fulfilled by the work that I do. Helping people is what I am meant to do and maybe this comparison will help people, maybe some people will hate it. But I’m so proud of who I am today and even though I feel low, ignored, and sad. I’ll always have the feeling of love and happiness by my side, especially coming from you guys, the amazing online trans community that we all built together. ❤🐝
The last known image of Kyron Hormon, who mysteriously vanished without trace at the age of seven on June 4, 2010, from Skyline Elementary School in Portland, Oregon.
After posing for a photograph with his science fair project, Kyron just falls off the face of the earth. His stepmother, Terri Hormon, told police she last saw him walking to math class at 8:45 am after helping him set up his display. He never arrived at his class. The police were notified only when the school bus driver confirmed Kyron had been marked absent.
Terri Hormon has been a person of interest for years in Kyron’s disappearance due to the fact she was the last person who confirmed seeing him alive. Reports that she asked the family gardener to murder her stepson were never substantiated. No leads have ever been produced nor has anyone come forth with a sighting of Kyron. His disappearance is one of the most baffling in recent memory.
Pixar’s Toy Story 3 was first released on June 18, 2010.
An early version of Lotso can be seen in Toy Story (1995) during the staff meeting. Woody asks if the toys “up on the shelf can hear” him, and we see a shot of a big, pinkish bear. John Lasseter wanted to use Lotso in the original Toy Story, but PIXAR had troubles getting the fur right. (x)
Today is the day that we must finally say goodbye to Pretty Little Liars. With its never-ending theories and constant renewals, the PLL endgame always seemed like an intangible, abstract and theoretical concept that is just so far away, that it will simply never come. It feels so surreal to say that today is that day, which again, over the years, was never in sight. I thought watching Pretty Little Liars would just be some light, weekly, background entertainment. On June 8 2010, I did not truly know what crazy rollercoaster I had stumbled upon. Through numerous ups and downs, these past 7 years have certainly been unforgettable. If you told me seven years ago that a television show will have such a positive impact on my life, I would have laughed at you and called you dramatic. Tell me that today, and I’ll smile in appreciation at the positive influence and power a television show can bestow upon its viewers.
Not every show makes it to seven seasons, particularly mystery shows. Seven years is a long time. I started watching this show when I was 13, and I am now 19. (I realise I am probably very young in comparison to most other PLL fans!) Just to visually see this: Pretty Little Liars was with me while I was 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18 and 19. These are arguably some of the most important years of one’s life. As I grew, PLL grew too, in a literal sense, as we got a time jump where the characters matured, but also in figurative sense, since the stories gradually shifted from being high-school oriented to dark and twisted themed through a demented dollhouse and a psychologically straining board game. All while PLL was on the air, I graduated from primary school and high school, started university, got my driver’s license, my first job, credit card, car, gone overseas by myself, and made life-long friendships. Achieving all that never was easy, but it was made easier by PLL. If I ever struggled in my personal development, I always had PLL to fall back upon for psychological stability and security, aside from general entertainment. A part of me sees the end of PLL as if the training wheels are coming off my bike: for 7 years, I was learning how to become a young man, and now that I finally am one, I no longer need this safety rock that is PLL in order to continue developing.
This long, personal post is dedicated to me and my seven-year relationship with Pretty Little Liars.
PACIFIC OCEAN (June 17, 2010) A Marine pilot assigned to the 15th Marine Expeditionary Unit (15th MEU) flies an AH-1W Super Cobra during flight operations aboard the amphibious assault ship USS Peleliu (LHA 5). Taylor is participating in theater security cooperation activities in the Adriatic Sea. (U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 1st Class Edward Kessler/Released)
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I’ll start by saying this post may simply get buried, and if
not, I may be opening myself up to a flood of hatemail for my title alone (a
lot of which will probably come from people who did not even bother reading the
full post). Still, in light of how things have unfolded since Enji Todoroki’s
arrest, this is a story I have to share.
I’ve been an earnest user of HeroForum for the last seven
years, back when the active userbase was small enough to identify every poster
by name. I’ve seen it develop and grow in ways, both good and bad, to become
the cornerstone of hero enthusiast exchange that it is today. In that time, I’ve
gotten comfortable posting in the background, or simply lurking some days, and
so most of you may not know my username. And certainly, none of you know my
real name. But that’s not something I can keep hidden if I want to explain my
story in full. So like heroes do—I’m willing to take a risk and make that
My name is Otsuka Koji. I’m 35 years old, and I live with my
family in the outskirts of Tokyo.
I have one daughter and one son, both sleeping soundly a few
rooms over while I type this by desk light. If it were not for Enji Todoroki,
neither of them would be alive.
For those of you who have followed Endeavor’s heroics
closely, you may already recognize my name. You may already know the incident.
It is not the most glamorous rescue that Endeavor has carried out since no
villains were involved, but it is the one I owe the lives of my family to.
At 9:14 pm, June 7th, 2010, a power surge through
my apartment building caused the electricity to fail. Many of my neighbors’
electronics fried in the surge, and due to frayed insulation of a cable in the
apartment below mine, fire sparked against one of the outlets. It crawled up
the back wall, then spread laterally, and the carpet carried the flame to the
adjacent wall where the front door to this apartment lay. I can still see the
trail of black describing its path when I shut my eyes.
The fire alarm triggered, but in the wake of the power
surge, my children as well as their babysitter for the night assumed it was one
of the many alarms that had been triggered due to the reset of the building’s
power. My son, who was only 2 at the time, was afraid of the loud noise, so our
babysitter focused on comforting him and keeping him calm as she waited for the
alarms to quiet. She, my daughter, and my son remained inside the apartment,
unaware of the blaze spreading one floor below them.
Our babysitter called my wife and I about the power surge,
and we left our dinner early to come home.
I will never forget the sense of dread, catching sight of
emergency lights, and the scream of sirens, growing brighter and louder as my
wife and I neared home. I will never forget the horror of rounding the corner, and seeing it
was my own building in flames. My children were not among the crowd of my neighbors
who had escaped, standing back behind the row of firetrucks which had gathered.
Hoses and water-quirked rescue workers attempted to stifle the fire which, to
my eyes, had hopelessly engulfed everything.
Those next seven and a half minutes were the worst I’ve
experienced in my life. I asked around to every rescuer on site if they had
seen my daughter, my son. I found myself wondering if coffins were sold small
enough for a two year old child, if joint funerals were held for people who had
died together. I couldn’t consider it. I didn’t want to.
I don’t remember fully, but my wife tells me at one point, I
just dropped to my knees, and whispered endlessly under my breath about how it
couldn’t be possible, it just couldn’t be possible.
I must have stayed like that until my wife shook my
shoulder. She was screaming at me to look, pointing and screaming. I was
terrified to know what she spotted. But I turned anyway.
And I saw a man, engulfed in flame, stepping out of the front
door of our apartment building as calmly as a man walking out of a bank. Enji
Todoroki held five people under his arms. I instantly recognized the two small
heads of my children. When he put them down, they could stand under their own
The building burned down that night. My family and I lost
every possession we owned. But no one died in the blaze. My children survived.
My daughter Reiko is 13 now. She adores the color orange
more than anyone I’ve ever met. Her new bedroom is orange top to bottom, and it’s
filled with boyband posters of a group that she and my wife Mio adore. I help
her with her biology homework at night, and just the other day she pulled me
aside after dinner and told me, full of embarrassment, that she’d just got her
very first boyfriend.
Aki is 9. He’s got the brightest smile I’ve seen on a child,
and he wears it effortlessly, all the time. He just took up an interest in
ballet, and my wife and I got him lessons starting this August. He likes to
write stories, both in his head and on paper, and he and Reiko will sit in the
living room together, Aki reading, Reiko listening, cheering, rooting him on.
I’ve seen the reports released to the public about Enji
Todoroki’s arrest. I’ve read through the pieces of Shouto’s training regimen,
everything that the public has seen, and it does sicken me. My heart goes out
to Shouto Todoroki. I wish he’d never experienced these things at the hands of
But I do not think he should have disclosed any of it.
The circumstances aren’t fair for him. I have no doubt the
accusations are genuine. I’m sick to learn that the hero I owe my children’s
lives to, who I’ve followed extensively on the HeroForum for the last seven
years now, is an abusive man.
But Shouto’s disclosure was a selfish act. He should not
have gone to the authorities. He should not have pursued justice like this.
And it has nothing to do with fairness. I base this stance
on the cruel facts of the matter. Because it’s not just my children whose lives
Endeavor has saved. It’s been countless others. My story isn’t unique.
It would have been countless
more that Endeavor saved, if he were not in jail right now.
I fear people may have died already, since Enji Todoroki’s
arrest, who might have been saved if Endeavor were still protecting these
streets. I dread the day I read about another house fire, and look at the death
count, and find myself haunted wondering if that number may have been lower in
a world where Endeavor was still there to save people.
According to the police reports, Enji’s abuse of Shouto
started more than ten years ago. The apartment fire that nearly killed my
children was seven years ago. My fears are not empty fears. The people who will
die are not imaginary. Because if Shouto Todoroki had spoken out against his
father like this 10, or 9, or 8, or 7 years prior,
Then my children would not be alive.
–With full heart-felt honesty, Hello_Mr_Hero, Otsuka Koji