So, um, along with information on the upcoming Denmark and Sweden character song CD, Animate also released information on limited edition merchandise that will be released from July 30 - August 23, 2015. Among the announcements was something rather notable. Specifically, the button in the bottom left corner of the above image.

While the other characters are fairly recognizable, this one is actually someone we haven’t seen before. In fact, the name listed - グリーンランド - translates to Greenland.

So it looks like Hetalia may have introduced a new character through a… merchandise announcement? I guess there’s a first time for everything.

Cinema Gorgeous has just now reached 75,000 followers.

A milestone like this seems the ideal time to finally lift the veil off the project that has consumed the last year of my life. The image above (visualized by Aaron Nakahara) is the first ever look at what I’ve been working on.

I’m making a mythic dark fantasy film called THE RUIN OF HYLAS.

Many of the characters and narrative elements are in some way visible in the art above, and over the next month or so I will unveil more and more artwork that reveals aspects of the story. Who is the figure with a statue’s face? Who is the animal headed spirit in the left corner, or the mysterious woman on the right? I can’t wait to tell you more about all of it.

I’ll be launching a Kickstarter campaign for the film soon, and if you’d like to be the first to hear about it head to this link.

This will be an experience for anyone with a passion for mythic storytelling, for what Joseph Campbell called the “soul’s high adventure.”

I hope you’ll join me.



ジャンプ流 Volume 4 ~ 久保帯人 (Jump Style Volume 4 ~ Kubo Tite)

Volume 4 of Jump Style’s look at different manga artists, this time covering Tite Kubo. Above are some pages from the magazine.

Full view each page for a quick explanation of their content!

Dean Winchester-Blast from the Past

Title:Bring the past to the future. 

Pairings:Dean Winchester x reader

Word count:1539

Request:Hey! can you make another one shot with Dean where they meet another hunter in a hunt and she’s completely bad ass and then Dean realizes that she was the girl he was dating in high school and he left without saying a word, please? :)

Brushing the locks out of your eyes, you pressed your hands to your thighs, gripping the knife tighter as you peered around the corner. The wall held you, hiding you from the monster you were hunting, and all two large hunters who you had come to recognize as the Winchester brothers. 

And Dean Winchester.

You smirked watching as he tugged on the harsh bonds, trying so desperately to break free. He wore a scowl upon his face as he shared a look with his younger brother. 

You looked up at the rail above you. Quietly you slipped your knife up your sleeve, reaching up and gripping the rail before hauling yourself up. You stalked quietly above the rail making sure you were directly above them. 

You went unnoticed to everyone, including the Winchesters. With a small run and kick off, you expertly flipped of the metallic rail and landed behind the shifter before running the sharp blade through it’s peeling skin. 

Both Winchesters stared at you in shock, their mouths popping open like a gold fish. ‘’Ello, Boys’’You smirked winking at the older one. 

‘’That’’He breathed out, eyes glazing over in awe. ‘’Was, fricking. AWESOME!’’He yelled, whooping. Sam took in a deep breath through his nose as he bit his tongue to keep him from lashing out at his brother. 

‘’Could you-’’Sam grunted, gesturing to the ropes that rubbed his skin sickly sore. You licked the corner of your lip, tilting your head to match your cocked hips as you crossed your arms. 

Dean’s eyes squinted like Castiel’s always did as he looked at you in thought. He recognized those eyes. He recognized the twinkle of mischief and how they didn’t match your face. They didn’t match your face because they looked older than your actual self. 

Your eyes looked full of wisdom, pain and misery. Years of torture. He knew someone like that, someone who no matter how hot they were, the only thing you really saw was their eyes. 

You and Dean had been staring at each other for quite a while now but with a quick flash you had turned back to the younger brother, hair shielding your face from being recognized. 

‘’I don’t know’’You smirked licking away the dry cracks on your plump lips. ‘’I kinda like seeing you tied up like that’’You teased, joking obviously. Sam was attractive you wasn’t going to deny it, but you had eyes for one person. Unfortunately that one person had bailed on you years ago. 

Sam gulped, Adam’s apple bobbing slowly as he looked at you with wide eyes, chest sucking in a nervous breath. You laughed maniacally as you walked towards him.  You still held the smirk twitching in the corners of your lips. 

Sam shuffled slightly with what room he could in the tight bonds. He too noticed how you were extremely gorgeous. Out of this world beautiful, but all he could concentrate on was how your eyes pulled him in. He had to look away, scared you would have him under your spell and reveal his deepest darkest secrets. It scared Sam how he felt like he was looking into your soul. 

And you was looking into his. 

Sam didn’t think of you that way, as soon as he heard you speak, he knew you were more his brothers type..wait scratch that, DEFINITELY Dean’s type. You sighed silently, careful not to show your distress as you put you walls up, brick by brick. 

You always hated how no one would look you in the eyes. You remembered when you would have your victims thrashing to get away from you, you pinned them down mostly since that was a strength of yours, but whenever you did that, you noticed they were always looking away from you.

Except one. There was only one person that you had ever met who could look you straight in the eyes. 

Dean Winchester. 

A shaky breath sneakily escaped your mouth, you tried to catch it in the walls of your throat were all the others rested. But this one got out as you untied his ropes. Dean’s thick brows furrowed, forehead creasing in smooth lines as he watched you. 

‘’Do I know you?’’He asked, face inching closer towards yours. You ducked your head, you were all about the eyes. Everything had changed but your eyes, your eyes were the only thing that gave you away. You could have a stone cold face but your eyes showed you were grieving. 

Luckily for you, no one ever looked in your eyes. You eyes shown when you were lying, it was like a neon sign flashing, but like you said. No one looked. Scared you were searching their soul. Except him. That’s why you ducked your head whenever you were around him. He would be able to see you want. You need and sadness swimming about in the deep depths of your iris. 

‘’You’ll get wrinkles, Old man’’You smirked putting back on what you liked to call your Doll face. Plain and empty. Dean now, like you had hoped, was distracted as he stopped frowning and shook his head as if he wasn’t shaking his frown literally off his face. 

They both stepped down rubbing their sore wrists. You glanced at the red etched into their tanned yet scarred skin. ‘’Erm, thanks’’Sam muttered awkwardly. Dean continued to stare at you from the corner of his eyes as Sam dragged his large hand through his shaggy hair, not knowing what to do. 

‘’Don’t worry. I’ll clean up’’You grumbled slinging a heavy body of your shoulder effortlessly. 

‘’Oh, we’ll help’’Dean said. Sam frowned, eyes widening for a split second before shaking his head. His brother never wanted to clean up, and if was offered a chance of getting out of it…. well it was normally Sam who offered to help. 

Sam smirked when it hit him. He shook his head, rolling his eyes gently at his brother but held happiness as he clapped his brothers shoulders. 

‘’No, I wanna do it alone’’You whispered. The Winchester brothers both looked at you confused. One minute you were smirk-y and witty. Next you sounded empty and angry. 

‘’Okay, then. Erm… thanks. For today’’Dean called out as he walked through the dirty warehouse and made his way to Baby. Just before he got in, keys halfway into the lock, he glanced up hoping to see you one final time before they dissapeared. 

‘’Dean?’’Sam called out, confused to why his brother wasn’t getting in. Dean heard Sam’s voice, shaking his head as he glanced back at the warehouse before jumping in. He turned the engine to Baby and pulled out. 

He drived away from the warehouse, glancing in the mirror as he watched it fade further and further away from his vision. ‘’Dean’’Sam called again, watching as his brother just completely zoned out. 

‘’Dean!’’Sam yelled, palm flattening on his shoulder as he gave his brother a gentle shove, careful not to make him crash. Dean yelped, surprise showing on his features as he glanced over at his brother. 

‘’You okay?’’Sam asked, concern marking his soft features. Dean scoffed as if Sam had asked him if he was a ‘Mermaid’. Sam sighed leaning back knowing he was in for a lot of ‘I’m okay’ crap. 

‘’I’m fine man, it’s just-’’Dean started, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he looked around nervously. 

‘’What?’’Sam asked, pushing his brother to continue. Dean rarely talked about how he felt, he grew concerned if Dean was going to tell him without Sam having to threaten him. 

‘’Nothing’’Dean shook his head. Sam grunted falling back on the Impala chair a little to harshly, making his brother scowl at him. 

‘’I’ll put you in the back seat’’Dean warned. Sam rose both brows and scoffed but turned serious when he realized his brother wasn’t joking. 

‘’How ‘bout that girl huh’’Sam started, trying to ease the tension as he flicked through his phone. Dean gulped thickly, turning to face his younger brother a he rose a brow, waiting for Sam to continue. 

‘’Yeah..’’Dean trailed off, shaking his head for Sam to contiune. 

‘’Well.. she was just a bit strange wasn’t she. Not very trustable.’’Sam chuckled, oblivious to his brothers narrowed eyes. 

‘’No, she’s fine. We can trust her Sammy’’Dean said, ignoring his brothers uneasiness and turning back to stare at the road ahead. Sam stared at his brother, Dean had said that as if you were best friends or something As if you had know each other for years. 

‘’How do you know, Dean. You only met her today’’Sam stuttered, confusion merging on his face. 

‘’I dunno, Sammy. It’s weird. I feel like I know her from somewh-SON OF A BITCH!’’Dean screamed making Sam jump, his hunter instincts coming out as he he yanked his gun out. Dean swerved the car, tires screeching in process as Dean drove back to the warehouse. 

‘’It’s (Y/N)!’’Dean yelped. Sam continued to panic, not sure whether he should be scared since his brother looked so panic or whether he should reamain calm. 

‘’So!? Dean, who is she?’’Sam yelled. Dean glanced over at Sam guiltily. ‘’Dean, how do you know her?’’

‘’I abandoned her’’ 

Day Nine: Forgotten Photos

You’re rummaging through a box of old photos in your Grandparents’ attics. Most of the faces are familiar; your Mother as a baby, an old tintype of your Great-grandparents, your Uncle and Aunt on their farm.

Toward the bottom you find a slightly torn photograph. It’s black and white and a little blurry. There’s a date in the corner; 1902. A young man sits on a chair in the photo; his clothes are plain and his appearance is not too remarkable. The only distinguishing feature— a scar above his left eye. Yet he seems familiar, somehow.

A voice calls out behind you, it’s your cousin. “What are you doing up here?” he asks, glancing toward the box of photos. “Grandma’s looking for you. It’s almost dinner time.”

Your cousin stands in the doorway, looking the same as he always has. You glance back at the photo, and again up at your cousin, noticing a resemblance to alike to be denied. A scar sitting in the same place on each of their faces.

What Happens Next?

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Time to wake up Philae, you’ve got work to do

It looks like there may be some sunny news right around the corner for the Rosetta mission!

Mission controllers are now expecting the Philae lander to wake up!

As the comet 67P/Churyumov-Gerasimenko nears the Sun, several parts of the comet will get lit that are currently not getting any Sunlight.

Specifically, as shown in the image above, there’s a wall where controllers think Philae landed called Perihelion Cliff which covers the lander in shadow, preventing its solar panels from charging the batteries.

As the aphelion of 67P’s orbit is left far behind, however, it nears perihelion: the portion of its orbit where it’s closest to the Sun.

It’s being said now that when the perihelion is reached, the area of Perihelion Cliff will be engulfed in intense sunlight. This should happen around August.

The Rosetta mission remains one of the most exciting robotic missions ever conducted.

(Image credit: ESA)

Empty Eyes, Empty Mind.

So I know that most everyone from the Mystery Skulls - Ghost Fandom has many theories and conspiracies about the characters in it. Well, I have noticed something about Vivi.

I’m pretty sure that everyone knows this scene in the animation, yet most cannot explain why Vivi’s eyes are completely gone in the mirror. Well ladies and gentleman, I can!

After watching the video several times, I noticed something. Something that others would not have noticed.

There, in the bottom left hand corner, is Vivi. After all, she did take the other path, yet people were to busy looking at the spikes or at Mystery behind Arthur. Therefore, Vivi saw Lewis’ death!

This is why in this scene right shown above, she is so freaked out over what just happened. (Since she was on the bottom, she didn’t see that Arthur pushed her, as the flashback is in Mystery’s point of view.)

Now here is where I get to the theory part.

Since Lewis died he of course turned into a ghost, but because he loved Vivi so much, and she had just witnessed his death, his heart went ahead and wiped that small memory of his death for her. That’s why her eyes go completely purple.

And because Vivi has no memory of this, when she first sees Lewis again in ghost form, she is not frightened, but perplexed as to why they aren’t attacking her. So she stares at him trying to find an answer.

Because Lewis’ heart has her memories, that’s why he was giving it to her, so she could remember who he was. Yet when Arthur took her away, she could not open the heart to see who the ghost really was.

So this is why Vivi does not seem to really remember Lewis and also why her eyes are empty in the mirror.


Might draw her later. idk.

Name: Gracie Halls

Nickname(s): Grace, Coffee-Girl

Sexuality: Homosexual Biromantic

Age: 32

Height: 5’4

Eye color: Left eye is blue while the right eye is green

Body-build: Average

Skin-tone: Pale

Ethnicity: British

Hair: Dark brown with a light blond streak in her bangs, goes down to her mid-back and is usually tied up in a messy bun or pulled back with a headband

Style: Laid back, usually darker colors mixed with a little bit of brighter colored accessories. She tends to wear her black cardigan with most of her outfits.

Accessories: She always wears a pair of teal eyeglasses and a thin leather chocker with a yin-yang symbol on it.

Extra: She almost always looks tired and never wears make-up. She has a mole just above her left eyes inner corner. She has light acne that she tries desperately to get rid of. She absolutely adores red pandas. She almost always has a coffee in her hand.

-          Pretty quiet most of the time, she only ever talks when asking or answering a question or talking to people that call

-          She is a member of LPG’s customer support

-          She stays out of sight often, only ever showing her face when getting her lunch

-          She is a bit of a pushover, doing whatever others ask her to do. Because of this, she has gone on coffee and/or food runs quite often, whether she’s busy or not.

-          She wants to be a graphic designer but is too afraid of the responsibility

-          In her free-time she is either reading a book or sketching. She mostly sketches the characters from whatever game the company is focused on at that moment.

A lot of people want to know how I have been doing my colors with my new style. Well it’s all about value. I look at images as black-and-white and choose from a particular range of value. The hues dont matter as much as the value. So the picture above you can see the top left corner or the darkest values in the bottom right corner are the lightest values. So there are really no wrong answers when it comes to putting down colors but the values are important and trying to make shapes and forms to communicate the subject matter. So try it out and Tag a friend that would love this tip. Passing on knowledge is important👍 #art #acrylic #artist #artwork #artworks #artstudio #painting #artoftheday #portrait #paint #wip #instaart #instacool #instadope #instagood #instafresh #urbanart #blackart #inspiration #motivation #Love #abstractpainting #abstractart #abstract (at The Temple)

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Post-Wembley Blurb

Ed Sheeran still jumps on the bed 

“Ed Sheeran, you just sold out Wembley for three nights in a row!” I put on my best announcing voice, trying to convey the feel of that pivotal moment right after the superbowl, “WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO NOW?”

           I half expected him to say, “I’m going to Disney world.”

           But he didn’t.

           “I’m going to jump on the bed” the words hadn’t even left his mouth before he was climbing up on to the bed, jumping.            

Currently, I stand motionless on the twin size hotel bed watching him as he jumps up and down, my eyes drifting to the space above his head when he reaches maximum height, to affirm that there is adequate space between the top of his ginger head and the ceiling. The last thing I need is for Ed to get a concussion, although the look on his face right now, corners of his eyes wrinkled and a shit-eating grin, makes me think that he could die right now and be completely okay with it.

He didn’t hesitate to climb up on the bed in the first place, as I stood in the middle of the doorway reliving every childhood incidence where my parents said “no.” Not Ed, no, I imagine that he’s a jumper from way back. It’s the little things that I kind of love finding out about him, even now.

 “You’re bringing down the mood” he stops briefly, almost out of breath, to shoot me a frown, before he starts jumping again, speaking in syllables when his feet touch the bed,











He stops jumping again, “WHY ARE YOU JUST STANDING THERE?”

“I was just watching you” I add, beginning to jump, “To make sure you didn’t smack that head of yours off the ceiling and lose your memories, Ed. It would take so long to remind you of all of the shit you’ve done.”

“ace!” he beams, “See this is fun isn’t it??”

“YES!” I agree, rather loudly, “the people below us probably think we’re into some weird shit. It probably sounds like awkwardly slow sex”

He laughs, the noise coming from deep within him, where his best laughter comes from. He has to stop jumping, his breath hitching in his throat

“It wasn’t that funny” I shake my head

“It’s funny because I always assumed everyone was jumping on the beds as a kid” he laughs. He sits down on the bed, and I follow suit, crossing my legs under my body, looking at Ed.

My god does he look happy. I can’t even begin to fathom that level of happiness, so I ask him, because there is no time for comfortable silences on a night like this. I demand that this never ends, at least not for him. I want to stay awake for as long as possible, to remember this as the night that Ed Sheeran felt like electricity was running through his veins. He radiates energy, happiness, excitement, the ability to see profound joy even after profound sadness. He deserves every ounce of this accomplishment.

“It feels like when you finally know that everything is going to be okay” he says, not able to contain the smile on his face, “I appreciate the pain that I’ve experienced along the way, you know? I wasn’t able to then, but I am now. It feels like there isn’t a single thing in the universe that could get me down. I can’t even describe it. I’ve accomplished something huge, like I’ve set the record for most nandos eaten in 3 days or something”

And then he’s back. He’s Ed, he’s eating nandos and calling himself pregnant after a meal and making inappropriate jokes.

“Let’s order room service and eat everything they have” he announces, “we’re going to stay up and watch movies or some shit”

“A fantastic end to a fantastic day” I tell him, “YOU DA REAL MVP”

“bassssss” infamous words, we’ve all grown to love, “but first, more jumping”

Ed Sheeran sold out Wembley. He puts out album after album after album and has awards littered across his house, and yet, he still, jumps on the bed.


The Triangle Knot on a folded Gi

1. Simply wrap the belt around the Gi, twice, as shown in pictures 01-03.

2. The tie the belt as you would when putting it on, before making the final knot, as shown in picture 04.

3. At this point, pull both ends of the belt, at an angle, towards their respective corners - picture 05.

4. Flip the Gi over and pull the right side end of the belt (Gi’s right, not yours) towards the center point, and tuck it in, so as to make it look like it ends at the center - pictures 06-08.

5. Do the same as above, with the left side end of the Gi, for the final result on picture 09.


This, like the Heart Knot was me playing around with the belt. 

There’s no mystical meaning behind it, no tradition, no symbolism with mountains, no long lineage of masters passing it down for generations, nothing like that, haha. Just me, bored, and well, it certainly looks nice. =] 

But hey, if anyone asks, say that this particular knot it symbolic of the strength of a Tengu, and that it is tradition to fold it like this and keep it in your bag for one week before a fight, for increased physical endurance, speed, and strength. =P


If you guy’s try it out, post your results! =]

Also, here’s how to Fold your Gi

Meeting | G-eazy

You’ve lived in Oakland California your whole life. There’s a nice little coffee shop down the road on the corner that has amazing coffee. The shop is cozy with open windows and wooden tables and chairs, the floor is a black rug made to get dirty but looks nice and ties the whole place together. It also has one of those bells above the door that rings whenever the door is open.

Today you decided that you wanted to take a walk down to the coffee shop, get a coffee and read a book. Once you got to the coffee shop you ordered what you wanted and took a seat in the corner by a window and you took out your book and started reading.

There wasn’t a lot of people in the coffee shop, it was never packed but it was never empty. Then you all of a sudden you heard the bell above the door ring which meant someone has either come in or left and on instinct you looked up.

When you looked up from your book you saw a tall man wearing all black, with his hair slicked back looking right back at you, he was also very attractive.

You looked back down to continue reading. A couple minutes later you felt as if someone was starting at you so you looked up only to come in eye contact with the tall man. He was sitting in a table across the shop looking at you and drinking his coffee.

When you realized that he was actually looking at you, he pointed at you and was signaling for you to come over to him.

All you did was shake your head and went right back to reading your book. Not even a minute later you heard the chair across from you being moved and when you looked up the man was sitting right across from you.

“Can i help you?” You asked politely.

“Why didn’t you come over when i was signaling you?” The man asked.

“Because it was very creepy and i don’t know who you are.” You said with a little nervous giggle.

“Oh, well I’m Gerald or G, nice to meet you…”

“Y/N.” You stated.

“Y/N, Nice to meet you Y/N.” He said with a charming smile as he winked at you.

“Nice to meet you too, Gerald.” You said with a blush on your cheeks.

This is my second imagine and I’m not sure if it is good, so if you want please give feedback, thank you.😊

anonymous asked:

Fem!Ten/Rose - single parent AU?

  1. Jenny was always the last kid left.
  2. The regular after school program monitor warned Rose of that as she prepared to take over the program. Little Jenny Noble’s mother was perfectly nice, but also perfectly scattered and couldn’t seem to comprehend that kids needed to be picked up by five.
  3. “She’s always here by five-fifteen the latest,” the teacher assured a rather skeptical Rose. “She just gets out of work late.”
  4. The following week, the teacher went on maternity leave and Rose took over the program. And, sure enough, by the end of the afternoon, one little blonde girl was the only one left.
  5. Jenny Noble seemed entirely unbothered, however. She sat quietly at a table in the corner, reading a book that looked far above her year one reading level.
  6. “Whatcha reading?” Rose asked as she sat with her, and Jenny looked up, beaming.
  7. “The third Harry Potter book. My mummy gave it me.” Rose made a face at that. The third book wasn’t…as bad as some of the later ones, but it got pretty dark at some points. Definitely not appropriate for a six year old. What kind of mother would–
  8. “Have you read Harry Potter, Ms. Tyler?” Jenny asked brightly, snapping her mother out of her thoughts. Rose nodded. “What’s your favorite one? I liked the fourth one best.”
  9. “The fourth – Jenny have you read them all?”
  10. “Yeah! Mummy used to read them to me but she was going too slow.”
  11. Rose had to struggle not to let her mouth fall open. “Mummy!” Jenny piped suddenly, hopping up and running to the door. Rose looked over her shoulder to see Jenny running for a rather tall….rather gorgeous brown-haired woman.
  12. Down Rose.
  13. “Jenny!” The woman scooped her daughter up, laughing and hugging her. “Did you have a good day?”
  14. Rose packed up Jenny’s things, carrying the bag over while Jenny babbled excitedly. “Oh, you must be Ms. Tyler,” the woman said when she saw Rose. She shifted Jenny to hold out a hand. “Jo Noble, nice to meet you.”
  15. “You too.” Rose put on a smile, shaking Mrs. Noble’s hand before handing over Jenny’s bag.
  16. “I’m so sorry I’m late, had a hard time getting out of work–”
  17. “Mummy’s a doctor,” Jenny informed Rose proudly. “I wanna be a doctor too!”
  18. Mrs. Noble smiled fondly, pressing a kiss to Jenny’s temple. And, oddly, Rose understood now why the last teacher hadn’t been too concerned about the woman’s chronic lateness. To Rose, it had automatically screamed neglect – but it was clear nothing could be further from the truth.
  19. She was also…incredibly attractive. Rose tried not to let that cloud her judgment though.

Did someone actually notice the new Sword System on the left corner? I did and it really looks great.                                                                                Maybe you remember Tabata saying, that it’s going to be changed into the System Tetsuya Nomura planned long ago, where you are able to switch weapons in real time. Above you can see a Niflheim Soldier…and if you haven’t noticed yet, this emo looking dude is our beloved Princess showing some bad ass combats ( magic involved).

2016 here we are, waiting for you to get us excited for new FFXV DOPE!!!


acThe first photo- me and Marissa :D I gave her the square! Yes, I actually did people *its in the like the bottom left corner ish by the stars above book* and she’s holding a bag, cuz inside of the bag is another gift I wanted to give her!! the second pic is a layout of the collage that I wanted to make her. its a before-I-glued-it-down pic, so…but, hey, I added glitter and glue after the second pic, so it looks different aka, somewhat better. im going to tag @avidreader821 (oms, I saw her there!!) @kat-adara @velvetblush @aceofstars16 @artemisianfire @bookaddictsguide @heilo4298 @mf-islands @lovelunarchron @cactyss @toinfinityandbeyond277 @ana-dante @babbityrabity @epicromancesdontjusthappen (people who did TLC art collab, sorry if I didn’t tag u and u were part of it- let me know!) @silentfansilentdream *yes im aware of the random ‘ac’ in the beginning but I cant take it off uhhhh* *yes, my face* *yes, half winter only no face scars, sorry :/ *  (btw: marissa is aware that the TLC ship weeks art isn’t mine)

This dome in the Pacific houses tons of radioactive waste – and it’s leaking

The Runit Dome in the Marshall Islands is a hulking legacy of years of US nuclear testing. Now locals and scientists are warning that rising sea levels caused by climate change could cause 111,000 cubic yards of debris to spill into the ocean

Black seabirds circle high above the giant concrete dome that rises from a tangle of green vines just a few paces from the lapping waves of the Pacific. Half buried in the sand, the vast structure looks like a downed UFO.

At the summit, figures carved into the weathered concrete state only the year of construction: 1979. Officially, this vast structure is known as the Runit Dome. Locals call it The Tomb.

Below the 18-inch concrete cap rests the United States’ cold war legacy to this remote corner of the Pacific Ocean: 111,000 cubic yards of radioactive debris left behind after 12 years of nuclear tests.

“Runit Dome represents a tragic confluence of nuclear testing and climate change,” said Michael Gerrard, director of the Sabin Center for Climate Change Law at Columbia University, who visited the dome in 2010.

“It resulted from US nuclear testing and the leaving behind of large quantities of plutonium,” he said. “Now it has been gradually submerged as result of sea level rise from greenhouse gas emissions by industrial countries led by the United States.”

In total, 67 nuclear and atmospheric bombs were detonated on Enewetak and Bikini between 1946 and 1958 – an explosive yield equivalent to 1.6 Hiroshima bombs detonated every day over the course of 12 years.

The detonations blanketed the islands with irradiated debris, including Plutonium-239, the fissile isotope used in nuclear warheads, which has a half-life of 24,000 years.

From: http://www.theguardian.com/world/2015/jul/03/runit-dome-pacific-radioactive-waste

For the13thnobodyroxas!

Like she usually would do after a hard day’s work, Xion created a Dark Corridor, but not one that would take her to The World That Never Was. Saïx could wait a little longer for her report. He always did, even if he wasn’t always happy about it.

Looking up at the always-dusky sky and the clock tower that hung above the sleepy town, she could spot a familiar figure, even with the distance. She smiled, making her way up.

A few minutes later, she’d arrived, turning the corner to see none other than the boy she’d been expecting. “Hey, Roxas.” Xion made her way over to the ledge, sitting down in her usual spot to the blonde’s left. Axel wasn’t there yet to join them. “How was your mission today?”


Photos of last week’s show (Dec. 02) with #LuluNation + #SadBoisHypeClub, guests Raven & Sylva in studio. For this month, our theme is relationships! Feel free to listen in to last week’s show where we discussed relationships between protesters, cops, and media in relation to Ferguson actions, relationship of youth creating change and access to politics, relationships as to not always being romantic, and how romantic relationships are prized above non-romantic ones.

[IMAGES: Set of 5 black and white portraits. Top: Lulu is centered in the middle next to a mic with a huge smile. Second: James with their left palm under their chin, right arm in lap and has a cute smile on. Third left: A side profile of Raven to the left of the frame, a mic is pointed to the side of her while she looks to the right with a soft smile. Third right: Alexis is on the left corner with their gaze to the right of the frame. They have a concentrated look on their face. Sylva is to the right of the frame, in the middle of a sentence looking and talking in Alexis’ direction. Both have individual mics in front of them. Last: Side profile of Tiff, she is wearing a beanie and striped collared shirt.]

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This is another way of saying that Paul Ryan is a nut. His ideological fantasies prevent him from accepting even basic scientific facts. He is, to be sure, a lucid nut, rather than a raving nut who accosts passersby on street corners. Ryan has spent his life imbibing the tenets of right-wing-movement thought, and he can apply the concepts he has learned to nearly any topic. The long-standing existence of nuts in American politics is by no means a solely right-wing phenomenon. Robert Kennedy Jr. has a famous name and wears nice-looking suits and is a nut as well, who argues that vaccines cause autism. So while nuttery can be found on the left and right, it is not a bipartisan problem at the national level. Kennedy has never risen above the level of “activist.” If the Democrats let Kennedy write their party-policy manifesto, or gave him a spot on their presidential ticket, it would be very, very alarming. But Ryan is in a party where this sort of thing barely even attracts attention.