silent media

I think Melissa is really hurt. She’s been silent on social media for a couple days and she hasn’t actually apologized yet, I’m not sure what’s going on, but I still believe in her, despite what she’s done. I know what she’s said and done is not good, but no one is perfect. NO ONE!

(I hope Melissa might see this somehow)


Media Silent as Company Behind Dakota Pipeline Steals More Land in Texas for a Different Project

But of course the media is silent and the government has probably put a media black ban on the story which would incite a mass public protest if the truth came out. And again money over rules rights and they steal our property ruin natural resources after getting away with what they are doing in North Dakota. Fuck America and all the corporations in the world!

all we do // (k.l imagine)

request: can i get a kian imagine where y/n and him are going through a hard time in their relationship and fight all the time one day y/n comes home late thinking kian’s sleeping so she slips into bed with him but he’s awake so he grabs and cries into her neck saying im so sorry for everything,love you so much,I don’t want u to leave me,y/n is playing with his hair and gives kisses on his head telling him that she loves him back and she isn’t going anywhere,the ending can be all fluff

some angst, fighting, swearing, etc.

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This isn’t a prompt that was asked… just me needing to get some of the swirling thoughts and emotions out of my head. Hope this is alright with you guys.

You didn’t know what to do.

As you looked over at your little boy sleeping soundly in his bed, you close your eyes as the exhaustion piles over your body.

How did you get here?

When did your life take this turn?

How did this happen?

You calculated finances in your head and trembled at the mounting debt rising in the back of your mind. Sure, you could pay bills, but deferring debt was never the preferable option.

After all, you weren’t as smart as Spencer, so it’s not like your schooling had been paid for.

You watch your little one shift in bed as you hold your breath. How beautifully he slept, wrapped up in his warm blankets and holding his stuffed monkey close.

You hadn’t slept that soundly in years.

So… many… years…

You hear a knock at the door, but you choose to ignore it. Your body felt heavy, and for the first time in so many months, you felt as if you might cry and drown yourself in your own home.

When was the last time you left home?

The knock happened again, and you knew what was happening. They were seeing your silently updated social media and putting together why you took time off. They were having Garcia dig into your records, and she probably pulled up the paperwork.

The paperwork that took you over two months to submit correctly.

“Y/N?” you hear Spencer ask. “Y/N, it’s me.”

God, how you wished he would go away.

And yet…

Knock knock knock.

That knock wasn’t Spencer. That knock was harder… more forceful…


“Y/N? We know you’re in there,” Luke says through the door.

“You’re gonna wake her son,” Spencer bites.

“If she’s in there alone during something like this…” Luke trails off.

The team didn’t understand why you would hide something like this.

When did you and your husband decide to divorce? What was going on? Were your hurt? Was your son alright? What was the custody agreement? Could Rossi or Hotch help?

“If she doesn’t open this door…” Luke trailed off as he side-glanced Spencer.

But just as his eyes turned back to the door, you opened it.

And they both gasped at your sight.

Sunken in eyes from no sleep; hollowed out cheeks from the stress; hair that hadn’t been washed in days and clothes that wreaked of womanly smells that should never exist; an aching jaw that was swollen to the touch from grinding your teeth at night and a bald spot on the side of your head from pulling at your hair all through the night.

Your stress was beginning to manifest in ways you couldn’t control, and your deadpan stare frightened them both as Spencer slowly ducked his head into the apartment.

“Is um…” he trailed off.

“He’s asleep. And no, he’s not here,” you say lowly.

But all Luke did was stare at you.

“I’m not hurt,” you say as you lob your eyes over towards him.

“Not physically, anyway,” you murmur under your breath.

“How much do you know?” you sigh as your eyes lazily dart between the two men.

“Aren’t you gonna ask us to come in?” Luke asks.

“I’m not the one who asked you to come over,” you lull as your eyes glance over at Spencer.

But you were shocked to find his eyes swollen with tears.

“Let us in,” he says lightly.

And as you stand there, rooted to the ground in an apartment you hoped was cheap enough for your to afford, you sigh lightly as you close your eyes and teeter in exhaustion on your feet.

“I wish I could,” you whisper to yourself.

How did it get this way?, you thought to yourself.

How did I end up alone?

Zdzisław Beksiński - Katyń 

The Katyń Masacre starting April 3, 1940, was prompted by NKVD chief Lavrentiy Beria’s proposal to execute all captive members of the Polish Officer Corps, dated 5 March 1940, approved by the Soviet Politburo, including its leader, Joseph Stalin. The number of victims is estimated at about 22,000. The victims were executed in the Katyn Forest in Russia, the Kalinin and Kharkiv prisons, and elsewhere. Of the total killed, about 8,000 were officers taken prisoner during the 1939 Soviet invasion of Poland, another 6,000 were police officers, and the rest were arrested Polish intelligentsia the Soviets deemed to be “intelligence agents, gendarmes, landowners, saboteurs, factory owners, lawyers, officials and priests.” By physically eliminating the Polish military, intellectual, economic, and patriotic elite, Stalin attempted to handicap the Polish nation and make it incapable of functioning independently from the Soviet Union, and incapable of resisting foreign dominance. 
The Soviet plans for the massacre were known to the British authorities, but were not acted against in favor of preserving good relations with the Russians. To this day, the Russian government has refused to name the Katyń Massacre a war crime or genocide. Indeed, the Russian state and media are silent on the issue of the Katyń Massacre to this day, 75 years later. 

Just A Good Shag

You were nothing more than a good shag.

The words played on repeat in Joe’s head, over and over and over. The flash of the pitying smile as she turned away fading in and out with the words.

He didn’t know how to react.

Was he supposed to be mad? Sad? Hate her? Rejoice that he was now single once more?

Except, had he been in a relationship for the past nearly two months, considering she only called him a good shag before walking away.

The break up, if that’s what it could be called, happened almost three days ago, and Joe had yet to tell any of his mates.

He hadn’t even seen anyone. And had been silent across all social media and in his group chats. He just wasn’t sure what to tell them.

Because he had always talked about his girlfriend, is that even the right term?, and how great things were going, but then it turned out they weren’t even that serious.

Did he just come out and say, hey, turns out I was just a good shag and nothing more, or did he lie and say they broke up?

Since he was unsure, Joe remained silent, avoiding everyone.

He really should have known better though.

The fourth day after his ‘break up’ there was a knock on his door.

Turning the heat down on his stove, Joe made his way over to the door, wondering who could be there since the intercom hadn’t gone off.

“Oh, look! You are alive!” Jack grinned, lifting his phone to snap a picture, “There, proof for the boys.” He explained, brushing past Joe and into the flat. “Are you cooking? Smells good!”

“Sure, Jack, come on in,” Joe drawled, swinging the door close before following after the younger man.

Of all the people to show up, it would be him. Of course it would.

“Is it just you?” Jack’s eyes followed Joe as he rounded back around the counter, adjusting the heat and continuing to cook, “Or is she here too?”

“Why do you say it like that?” Joe wrinkled his nose, “She.”

“Answer the question.”

“No, it’s just me. I’m alone. Well, I was before you invited yourself in. How did you even get in here anyways?!”

“Someone let me in,” Jack waved it off, studying the older man, “The better question is why the hell have you been avoiding us all for the past few days?”

“Been busy.”



“You still talk to us when you’re busy. How many times have you whined to me about how busy you are? Begging me to come over and help out because you didn’t want to suffer alone?” Jack’s blue eyes were piercing, and Joe quickly shifted his gaze away, focusing on the food in the pan.

“Your point?”

“What’s going on, Joe?” The tone was softer this time, and without him realizing it, Joe let it out.

“Apparently I’m nothing more than a good shag. She dumped me. That’s why I’ve been avoiding everyone. Because what was I supposed to do?! My girlfriend wasn’t even my bloody girlfriend!” Slamming the wooden spoon back down onto the counter, Joe let out a breath, staring at the pan.

Apparently he was angry. And hurt.

“You’re more than just a good shag…” His eyes snapped up to meet Jack’s.

“How would you know? We’ve never slept together.”

“Which is exactly how I know.” Jack shifted in his seat, nervousness evident on his face. “Joe, she was stupid if she was only with you for sex, because you’re so much more than that. And since we haven’t slept together, I’m a pretty good judge of that.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that you’re one of the funniest guys I know. You never fail to make me laugh until my sides hurt. But you’re also caring and compassionate. How many times have I come to you with a problem, big or small, and you’ve helped me through it?” Joe shrugged, fiddling with the wooden spoon, but Jack carried on, “You’re kind. You help out people even when they try to act like they don’t need it. You’re incredibly loyal, to your friends and family. And you work so hard.”

“I mean…I guess,” Joe blushed, looking up at Jack from under his lashes.

“The fact that you’re attractive is really just a bonus, although an annoying one, because how does one not fall for you when you’re everything?” Jack’s cheeks turned red and his mouth snapped shut quickly, the realization of his words washing over him.

“Wait…what?” Joe blinked over at Jack.

“I didn’t like your girlfriend, or shag buddy, whatever you want to call her, because not only did she mistreat you, but she was in the position I wanted to be.” Jack admitted, taking a breath, he met Joe’s stare: “I like you, Joe. A lot.”


“But I know you just got out of a…relationship? Whatever it was. And so you’re probably not ready. But I accidentally spilled it to you, so figured might as well just own it.” The younger man shrugged, a nervous smile on his lips. “And its fine if you don’t like me back, really. I’ve been managing with this for a while now.”

“I do like you though.” Joe blurted out. “I just…I didn’t know you liked me. And then she came along…and well, yeah.”

“So she was only a good shag too?” Jack teased, leaning forward against the work top.

“No,” Joe shook his head, “I don’t think so.”

“Well, what do you want to do then?”


“With…us.” Jack nodded between them,

“I think…I think we just see where it takes us.”

“And once we sleep together,” Jack grinned, “I’ll tell you if she really was with you just because you were a good shag.”

“Oh shut up,” Joe laughed, throwing a piece of pepper over at Jack.

And even if he really only was a good shag to her, at least it helped him finally admit his feelings to Jack.


While CNN cries about memes inciting violence against journalists, the media is silent on Antifa legitimately sending hit squads after journalists in Hamburg.

Apparently these guys were stalked, beaten and threatened by several mobs, even with the threat of murder.

Notice how random people in the crowd join in the attack just because some people scream ‘fascist’. That’s apparently enough evidence.

four reasons why pyramid head can’t be alessa’s protector

Really gotta start posting these to my other tumblr, but screw it, I’m not logging out. >.>

Alright, so we’ve seen it in the first and second movies.  PYRAMUD HED™, who acts as Alessa’s instrument of vengeance. In the first movie, he skinned an innocent girl who so happened to get in his way.

In Revelation, Pyramid Head came to Heather’s rescue by battling Claudia in one of the most anticlimactic scenes I’ve seen in any Silent Hill media period.

Yeah … no.

Here are four reasons why Pyramid Head serving as Alessa’s protector doesn’t make sense:

1.) It wrongly attributes vengeance to Alessa’s original motives.

The complexity of Alessa’s character in the first game lies in that, even though she’s endured horror and pain beyond compare, she doesn’t seek vengeance on her own behalf. If she had, her mother and Dr. Kaufman probably would have died a lot sooner. 

Alessa’s primary goal was to kill God and end her suffering. Any damage the Seal of Metatron caused beyond that was purely collateral. At that point, the girl was desperate.

It’s when Claudia causes Harry’s death in the third game that we begin to see her take any sort of active interest in revenge, in the form of Heather. And even then, Heather briefly questions whether or not Harry would approve, thus implying vengeance for its own sake runs against the grain of her character.

People debate the precise nature of what Pyramid Head is supposed to symbolize, but one theme that remains clear among them is punishment. Specifically, James’ subconscious desire to be penalized for his own sin. So technically, it would be punishment turned inward. I’d even argue it was a form of James taking vengeance against himself in order to vindicate Mary.

The reason I don’t consider Alessa particularly vengeful or bent on punishment is because of the nature of her monsters. Every monster is designed to push Harry back; to repel him, keeping him from preventing Alessa killing God. If he dies along the way, that’s merely a tragic tangent to her ultimate goal—which, given the endgame if God somehow was born properly, would have actually been a mercy.

A protector like Pyramid Head who needlessly kills would imply that Alessa doesn’t have the strength of spirit to keep from indulging in dark, self-serving desires. And it should be noted that this is a fundamental error of character that gets perpetuated in the movies. Alessa may be dark-spirited from time to time, but she is not evil, and she does not desire others to suffer.

There’s also the question of logistics. The same girl who, according to Harry, killed God through her sheer “conscious resistance” just didn’t have the spare will nor time to actively punish her tormentors, even though she possessed the power to kill with just her mind. All that power went into weakening the fledgling God.

2.) Any protector she would have conjured would have looked more like the Incubator than Pyramid Head, whose appearance would have frightened her.

Even if Alessa wanted to punish those who caused her such suffering, I doubt it’d come dressed as a burly, ultra-masculine humanoid figure beleaguered by a triangular helmet. Because let’s face it: Pyramid Head has an appearance that is supposed to evoke dread and remind one of executioners.

Consider, however, that the Incubator appears as Alessa initially saw God: an ethereal, glowing being garbed in a white dress.

Despite its angelic visage, the Incubator is also deadly. It can strike down nonbelievers with lightning, testifying to God’s dual nature of being both wrathful and merciful according to the Order’s beliefs. There is almost a motherly quality to it, which is further emphasized when the dying Incubator gives Harry the newly reincarnated baby Heather.

Remember that all Alessa wanted was someone to care for her. Because her mother failed her in that regard, she clung to Lisa and may have even protected her from the Otherworld’s effects until her hold on it crumbled. She then split her soul and found a small portion of solace as Cheryl Mason, the adopted daughter of a kind woman and a dedicated man.

In Alessa’s eyes, a “protector” would project a softer, more feminine image. It might even be divine, with enough strength to defend her from God’s negative influence. That’s vastly different from Pyramid Head’s tendency to persecute Maria.

Moreover, the Romper monster established that Alessa was afraid of ill-intentioned adults and their power over her, a fear which was exacerbated by their sheer size. As implied by their method of attack (tackling Harry to the ground and lunging at his throat) she would fear being pinned down, left helpless as they tormented her even more.

Pyramid Head is roughly the same in stature as James, minus the enormous helmet; much bigger than a girl of fourteen, and doubly so than a young girl of seven. 

So, again, given her fear of “big scary adults,” why would she conjure a figure she’d naturally be apprehensive of?

3.) Pyramid Head already had a specific purpose.

Say it with me now: Pyramid Head’s purpose was to help James Sunderland realize the truth.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Seriously, Robbie the Rabbit has more in common with Alessa’s story than Pyramid Head.

Furthermore, I just don’t get this notion that the big lug is supposed to be a shorthand for the town’s desire to punish people, because not only does Silent Hill not torment people for “teh lulz,” Silent Hill thought that Pyramid Head was what James wanted at the time.

It was born from James’ desire to punish himself, and it died when James finally realized the purpose for its existence, then deeming it unnecessary. For all intents and purposes, there is no more reason for it to exist in any other Otherworld. …Unless James rises from the dead or something. o_o

And lastly …

4.) Pyramid Head killed himself in his last battle against James. Twice.

He ded.

Tom Holland goes kinda silent on social media then comes back with a thirst trap workout video that he posts and deletes and ends reposting then we’re hit with not one but two Spider-Man Homecoming posters

I know we don’t normally get involved in fandom drama. 
But as a lesbian woman, out and proud, with several of years of experience behind me. After teaching about sexuality and being confronted with the treatment we get in society, I cannot stay quiet and watch us take the blame for being vocal on a very important issue. 
We live in a world we’re rights aren’t a given if you aren’t a white, heterosexual, cisgendered male. Which means people have died for you to be where you are today, people have fought so hard for me to be able to get married in my country to the woman of my dreams. But this fight isn’t over. 
When you have a president like Trump threating to turn back the rights that people fought for, you cannot let the media be silent. 
The fight didn’t end when the battle for marriage equality was won, it still on going. It is all around you, maybe you can;t see it, but it is there. Every day the fight for equality amongst all human beings is being fought. 
And I will fight for my rights, my rights in this world to be seen as equal, treated as equal and acknowledged as equal. I am not a breadcrumb, I am not a second hand civilian, I am not a pawn in a game to gain more viewers. I am real, I am valid. I am a human being and I want to be treated as such. 
So this upset, this uproar, this matters. If it can make a change for more equality, humanity won. Love won. And in the end isn’t that what every single person should want. I know I do. I want everybody in this world to feel safe, to be loved and able to be themselves and not afraid or ashamed.

honestly guys please stop lumping jeremy in with melissa and chris

neither melissa nor chris have apologized for their actions and have been completely silent on social media and not only that, melissa is hiding behind her agent/publicist and is threatening to sue fans for calling her homophobic, claiming she can’t be homophobic because she was on glee, etc.

whereas jeremy was the only person to apologize right away or rather, as soon as he could have (since he was at sdcc all day and didn’t go on social media until the end of the day) and he apologized not once but twice on instagram and also had open honest sincere discussions with fans on twitter about what he did/why it was wrong

so please stop tagging jeremy in your hate since at least he is trying to make up for his actions. if he was being like melissa and chris, then yes, by all means, berate him for that, but he’s actually being a good person and trying to see the error of his ways


OH HECK YOU GUYS, I finally finished this!! 
Episode one: 
Thank you for enduring my goofy nonsense, y’all are good people. (And that’s a fact.) 


God save me, I think I made a Goth version of Jay xD I’m doing the four version study method with this piece as well but I’m just so happy with this one I thought I’d post it early :) <3

(The hat was made by constructing a quick 3D model and UV mapping Zeen Chin’s illustration onto the material I created. :) It was a test to see if 3D modeling integration with my digital painting would work and it does! :) Very exciting! :) )