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Neo Yokio: Why It Is A Brilliant Story

We find our protagonist Kaz being a rich, self-centered, misogynistic, and depressed exorcist in Neo Yokio. Many people complained that the episodes don’t have enough exorcism in them – but that’s the point. Kaz does not want to be an exorcist, he wants to pursue his interests. His Aunt continues to take advantage of him and make him go on jobs that conflict with his friendships, relationships, and passions. It gets to the point where after a TERRORIST ATTACK she is happy because it means more business for them. Neo Yokio is not some exorcist anime, it’s about Kaz trying to enjoy the high class life.

Luxury is a prison. This is a theme that is seen through many stories and movies. The  people of Neo Yokio are so obsessed over their wealth and class that they built a bachelor board to rank the most eligible bachelors. When Helena destroyed the board, everyone acted differently because they were unable to see themselves as rivals. Kaz’s eyes opened up to this during the race when he saw the disregard for the poor people in the slum area they were racing through. He said ‘maybe Neo Yokio isnt the best city’, as he realizes that by making themselves rich, they have to put others down.

When Helena disappears, we return to the scene that the series started at, Kaz looking somber at a tennis court, watching 2 girls play. While in the beginning of the series he was only concerned about his lost girlfriend and material things, at the end he was concerned about the self-indulgence of the city leading to an ‘explosion’ that would shake it.

Diwali Celebration

Today I gonna tell u about this year diwali celebration which we celebrated on 19.10.17

On the day of dhanteras i.e. 2 days before diwali I went for shopping n while returning I got an idea which I discussed with Sam to which he was so much happy n proud that I cant tell u….

We started preparing n further shopping for making this diwali a memorable one……

On the day of diwali evening we all family members n relatives get together for puja n celebration…..

After puja we burn distributed sweets among family members n relatives……

Then we went to terrace for lighting candles n diyas followed by burn few crackers……

Then we all family members n relatives went to our near by slum area where lots poor children were there who dont have even have even clothes to wear…..

So we gave them new clothes to poor children which we bought……then we gave sweets n dry fruits to their family…..seeing all this they got tears in their eyes……

I cant tell how much happy we were feeling seeing them happy n their children…..

After that we took children to near by mandir for worship n finally given them crackers to burn but they were hesitant not willing to burn…..when we asked them they told that it is harmful for environment n we should stop it……after listening it we were just amaze to listen them……we r also against crackers but we took it as children loves to burn crackers but they were more concern about environment……

After that we took them to their home n given few old woolen clothes to their family which I had……they were so much happy that I cant tell u…..seeing them happy we were also hapily even my in-laws n relatives…….

Then we returned to our home…..

After dinner I n Sam was on terrace seeing beautiful nights of diwali n discussed about the evening…..

He told me that its not always about sexual satisfaction…..we should always think differently……he said we earns money for our family but doing social work for noble cause gives us inner satisfaction which is more than enough in this world……

He said that after no ones will remembers u even ur family but if u help someone if u lifetime only once they will remember u for years n bless us…..

Even my in-laws were happy saying we have enough money to celebrate diwali but if we can contribute something to poor family then it will help them to celebrate festival n makes their children happy……so now we decided that we will give them books n stationary on Children’s day i.e. 14.11.17 n bring them to our home n play few games with them…..

So I request all my followers that please help poor in any way or other it will give more satisfaction than anything else n plz dont disrespect them in any manner……..we both have seen many people here that they ask for gifts for their gf/wife which is very wrong according to us……if u dont have enough money to satisfy her needs then either work hard or dont marry…….it is just like begging which poor people do n those singles who gifts such people plz if u r too rich n wants to gift someone plz help poor……so I request u all who r doing all this plz stop it n do something for society……

I recently read in newspaper that Mr. Ratan Tata India’s tycoon businessman donated ₹100 crore for cancer patiennt…….we r not so much rich but being a middle class family we r rich enough that we can do anything whether it is small or big…….

At last I wanna tell u all that people becomes rich not by money but by heart n society will remembers u for ur good work for the society n not for sexual satisfaction given to others……

Hope u all like our diwali celebration…….its my personal views about gifts n all so plz dont take it on yourself……u r free to do anything in your life…..

i have so many feelings…

lofty structures built into trees, and squat little homes nestled into the edges of woodlands with big gardens, solar panels or a turbine

cities with apartments that have gardens on every rooftop - an urban canopy of trees with lights and lanterns 

green technology that allows advancements in robotics, engineering and mass transportation 

the medical industry working with more natural ways to cure disease and illness, prosthetics that are biodegradable but don’t lack the durability of steel

bright cultures and minds all working together towards a common goal…

the slums and low-income areas being littered with upcycled remnants of the “old world”

underground markets for plastics, gasoline, and oil and drugs that have terrifying side effects like death

it could be so easy to explore the darker side of solarpunk.

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All The Little Things - Part 2

Alright! Part 2! I’ll give links to the other parts of this fanfiction later.


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“You create good art, Feyre Archeron. Excellent art, even. But not fine art.” The interviewer scrutinized my rough sketches of the coffee shop costumers for a few more moments before she spoke again. “Thank you, that will be all.”

I left the university with a bowed head.


Tamlin had long since returned home, and I was left alone to walk back in the rain. I could have called him, but I couldn’t be certain he wasn’t drunk or in an important meeting, and I sure as hell didn’t want him to know about the not-so-good interview I had spent days practicing for.

I watched the lights and shadows of the buildings and cars. The interviewer had thought I wasn’t observing my surroundings closely enough.

Perhaps I wasn’t.

I remember the medley of colours and textures in my early life. Then, my father died and the beauty left with him. I had chosen to drop out of high school and earn for my sisters. I stopped painting.

Then Tamlin came into my life and the world grew more vibrant, degree by degree, day by day…

Before it finally shattered.

Tamlin had come home one night, disoriented and wasted from a local club. He hit me and slapped me and kicked me. The next day, I covered up the bruises with makeup and long-sleeved shirts. He didn’t seem to remember anything.

It began to happen more regularly, and I genuinely feared this other side of him. His temper would get the better of him, but he would always apologise and try to make it up to me. Some nights, he wouldn’t just hit me, he would—

A red Porsche slowed beside me. I took a step back, apprehensive, but the driver window rolled down to reveal the handsome face of the man from the coffee shop.

“Where are you going?”

Honestly, I shouldn’t tell strangers any of my details, but more honestly, I was cold and wet and hungry and tired and I wanted to go home.

“Park Lane,” I replied.

“Lucky you, that’s where I’m going. Get in.”

I threw open the passenger door and collapsed onto the seat.



Rhys turned on the radio, and some instrumental music gently played in the background, interspersed with the occaisional static because of the radio. What was I doing? For all I know, he could be a serial killer or a rapist. I was about to speak, but I sensed a pause in him, so I stayed silent.

After a moment, he asked: “Why does a young girl living on Park Lane with a Maserati for a car need to work at a coffee shop?”

How much about myself was it wise to tell a stranger? But I remembered him laughing with his little friend group at the café, and truly, I wasn’t scared.

“Actually, it’s my boyfriend who owns the house and the car. I just stay with him. I’ve applied for a couple of universities, but it’s hard for me to get admission because I dropped out of school. I don’t have much else to do, so I decided to get a job. It makes my day less tedious.”

“You dropped out of school?” Rhys repeated.

“Yes. I thought I could be more useful to my family if I was earning rather that wasting money on school. I was never good at learning, and it was a waste. We were just about managing, and I wasn’t helping with my terrible grades.” I didn’t mention my father’s death, or my sisters’ rejection, or Tamlin’s…outbursts. He didn’t need to know anything. Hell, I didn’t even know anything about him!

“What about you?” I asked.

“Oh, I do a little work for my company here and there. Mostly, I fund projects to help people from Illyrian slums get on their own two feet.” The Illyrian slums were large areas of shodily built homes containing thousands of illegal immigrants fleeing war, famine, drought or persecution in their own countries, seeking shelter until it was safe to return. The children there were all bastards – the government refused to accept them as citizens. Often, newspapers would come up with headlines about the devastating conditions or the fatal accidents. I had urged Tamlin to donate a few times, but he had refused.

When Rhys spoke of it, though, it was as if his life and soul were into making these people’s lives better. He was a natural at speaking, and I found myself listening to how the charities were helping. His passion was something people were drawn too. I could see how he got himself a Porsche, and I light-heartedly pointed it out.

“I can see how you got so high on the social ladder.”

He chuckled, flashing perfect white teeth, and replied: “My family died in a car crash. I was the only one not there because I was trying out for the football team in our school.” I felt my heart swell with pity. I knew how he must have felt – I had been through the same thing. And when he was still at school, an aspiring sportsman…It must have been traumatising. “I inherited a huge fortune from my parents, and I’m trying to put it all into a good cause.”

Well…shit. Tamlin had never used his money for the greater good, as far as I knew. He invested a lot, but never donated. Lucien had, a couple of times, for blind people. But I had never seen someone as dedicated as Rhys. I chided myself internally.

Stop comparing them. Tamlin is your boyfriend, and Rhys is a stranger you just met today.

Rhys pulled up into Tamlin’s driveway. I didn’t open the door. I didn’t move.

I didn’t want to leave the warm car with the lovely music. Or perhaps, I didn’t want to leave the handsome man who gave me butterflies just by cutting me a sly glance. I huffed, and pulled out my phone.

“What’s your number?”

Rhys typed it out, and we took a quick selfie for the profile picture. I gave him a little smile as I got down from the car.

“Thanks for driving me home. See you around, I guess.”

“My pleasure, lady.”

I rolled my eyes and watched as his car pulled away. A sort of sadness tugged at my heart but I pushed it aside and walked through the door.

anonymous asked:

Do you happen to know anything about gang culture? I've been doing some research about it, and if you had anything to add that would be fantastic for me! (Thanks so much even if you can't answer <3)

So, there are different types of gangs, each with their own subculture. In the US, we have a history of three types: Street gangs, the mafia, and biker gangs. Biker gangs I honestly know nothing about, and the mafia I only have a basic knowledge of culture-wise. Street gangs I can help you with, and I’m going to assume that’s the kind you meant, since that’s what most people mean when they talk about gangs sans qualifier. And then I have no idea what you do or don’t already know, so I’m going to give just a large overview, which means this is going to get… long. Very long. Prepare yourself.

Keep in mind when reading this that I am referencing street gangs in the United States. Though the social factors that lead to gangs can be applied outside of the US, and the theories I discuss are used in sociological studies outside the US, the majority of my info is on gangs inside of it. So while you may be able to take this information and apply it elsewhere, just know that not everything will carry over, as every society has a unique social history and idea of social deviance.

Why we have gangs:

There’s a pretty specific social setting that needs to occur to create street gangs.
First, you need an influx of people to the cities. This creates an overabundance of people with not enough available housing, leading to fights for resources (namely homes and jobs). This is how we get turf wars. Historically, street gangs were not necessarily criminal - they weren’t involved in the drug trade, they didn’t rob people, they didn’t extort businesses (like street gangs that become the mafia do) (Howell and Moore 2010). Before the Civil War, street gangs were just groups of people (usually youths) fighting to protect their homes from outsiders.

Second, there needs to be a great amount of immigration from other countries, or a second wave of inner migration that’s largely non-white. The first street gangs (I’m still talking pre-Civil War here) were immigrants - Irish, Brits, Germans. They came over here, found themselves subjected to a ton of discrimination by white Americans, and were forced to take low-income factory jobs and live in the slums (we’d call them the projects or ghettos now) (Howell and Moore 2010). They didn’t have much in the way of resources, and so fought to keep whatever they did have - this is how you get small neighborhood-sized street gangs. The second wave of street gangs were Poles, Italians, and Jews, who, again, came in such mass numbers the cities (particularly NYC) could not keep up with the demand for housing. Immigrants were put into tenement houses, where the conditions were horrid.

Now, when the ethnocentrism in the US started to change from “only these certain white people are allowed” to “okay we’re chill with all white people (except for Jews), but you non-whites gotta stay in your designated areas (including Jews),” that’s when these inner-city slums started having mostly black and Latino populations. Before, during, and directly after the Civil War, there honestly wasn’t a large black population outside of the south, and most Hispanics and Latinos were still in the southwest. (Freed slaves that hadn’t already escaped to the north were largely stuck in the same situation they were in before emancipation, tbh, but that’s a whole other post.) It wasn’t until about the 1940s/1950s that large amounts of Southern black folks started moving north, to NYC, Chicago, Boston, Philly, etc. Like the white immigrants before them, they were segregated to slums, the areas that the white population didn’t want. This was also around when there was a large migration of Latinx from the southwest to other cities in the US, who were pushed into the same places.

By this time, most of the old gangs and the mafia had died out, or at least started to, as white immigrants found themselves able to move up the social ladder in legitimate instead of deviant ways.

Which brings me to the third need: In order to have street gangs as we know them today, there needs to be deviance. Deviance is a broad spectrum of theories, so I’ll just talk about the one that’s most important for understanding street gangs: Strain Theory by Robert Merton.

Strain Theory states that when there is a societal goal (think the American Dream here), people will react to it in one of five ways: Conformity, Innovation, Ritualism, Retreatism, and Rebellion. The important ones in terms of street gangs are innovation and retreatism.

Innovation is when a person or group of people still want to achieve the social goal (in this case, of having financial security), but they have rejected the socially accepted means of achieving that goal (going to school, getting a high-paying job, etc.). Street gangs that involve themselves with the drug trade, robbery, intimidation, etc., are innovators. They have accepted the social goal to obtain and keep a lot of money, but they know there’s no chance they’ll achieve that goal through socially accepted (“legitimate”) means, so they came up with their own.

Retreatism is when a person or group of people go “screw it” and throw both the socially accepted goals and socially accepted means out the window. The most common examples of this in a subculture are certain homeless people and beggars. The most common examples of this in a counterculture (a subculture that actively goes against the morals, values, and goals of the large culture) are cults, but some street gangs also fit into it. In the case of a retreatist counterculture, though, the group will have to come up with their own socially accepted goals and the socially accepted means with which to obtain them.

Creation of gang culture:

Whether your street gang is more innovative or retreatist, both of these will result in them creating a counterculture in their respective area (whether it’s a single neighborhood or a whole section of a city) where people are socially conditioned to follow suit. This gets into Cultural Deviance Theory by Clifford Shaw and Henry McKay, which states that being in a lower socioeconomic areas in inner-cities correlated with race and ethnicity (note: correlation is not causation! It just means there is a significant relationship, not that one causes the other). Those living in these areas then created their own unique culture, with their own values, morals, goals, and sense of what is deviant and what isn’t, and they pass down these ideas to their children.

Now, getting into the specifics of current gang culture… most gangs are made up of youths, somewhere between the ages of 14-25 (Howell and Moore 2010; Wood and Alleyne 2008; Vigil 2003). Obviously there are outliers, like in the book Monster, Sanyika Shakur I believe states that he and/or his peers were recruited to a gang as early as age 10? I haven’t read that book in a really long time, so don’t quote me on that. But after mid-20s, most people either leave gangs to reenter society, are in jail, or dead. The life expectancy of a gang member is not very high. Most gangs are made up of men, though that has been changing in the last 15 or so years - it’s very rare to find a gang that is a mix of genders, but female gangs are on the rise, which suggests gang violence is less of a masculine aggression-issue and more of a lower-class aggression issue (Vigil 2003).

There are also studies coming out that suggest that actual financial status of a family is less of an indicator of gang involvement in youth than parental involvement in children’s lives (Wood and Alleyne 2008). However, and I don’t have a source for this off the cuff, but other studies show that the amount of time parents are able to devote to their kids (helping with homework, talking to them, even just eating dinner with them) has a direct correlation to socioeconomic status - those in the middle class have more time and energy than those in the lower class, who usually work more than one job. However, generally speaking, high social ties don’t necessarily lessen the existence of gangs - if you’re surrounded by gangs, and the norm in your social circle is to become part of the local gang, chances are you will join (Morenoff, Sampson, and Raudenbush 2001).

Still, it’s important to remember that just living in an area with high gang violence does not necessarily mean that youth will join a gang - “Youth who live in disorganized neighborhoods (i.e., with a high turnover of residents) and who have psychopathic tendencies (i.e. higher levels of hyperactivity and lower levels of anxiety and pro-social tendencies) are five times more likely to become gang members than youth without this configuration of traits” (Wood and Alleyene 2008:106). And the more heterogeneous (or, the more racially diverse) the area is, the less likely it is that youths will join or start gangs (Morenoff et. al. 2001). When people are racially and ethnically segregated into areas, it brings a lot of problems with ethnocentrism, which leads to a lot of interracial violence.

My last note on gang culture is that, though the media would have us believe that they tend to be overly violent, that’s not necessarily the case. There’s this cool theory called Interaction Ritual Chains by Richard Collins that discusses this a lot, that actual violence is a statistically rare occurrence. People make fronts and threats far more than they actually engage in violence. The homicide rates in and between gangs, for example, is directly correlated to the level of “collective efficacy,” or the local community’s ability to control the behavior of those in the community, and violence is more likely to occur as a response to other violence or serious culture deviation (Morenoff et. al. 2001).

As such, the gang-related violence that happens tends to be pretty specific. Life-threatening in-gang violence is low, but life-threatening violence between gangs of different racial backgrounds is also low. Most crime in general tends to remain intraracial (within the same racial group - white on white, black on black, etc.). While territory is important to gangs, and constructs much of the violent encounters between gangs, the fact is that gangs are more likely to run into other gangs of the same race than other gangs of different races.

That’s my basic overview on gang cultures. Honestly, a lot of the culture specifics will depend on where the gang is situated and who is in it, but from this hopefully you have a good idea of how gangs are socially created and what drives them. If you have any more specific questions, feel free to ask.

-Mod Mix

Howell, James C. and John P. Moore. 2010. “History of Street Gangs in the United States.” National Gang Center Bulletin 4:1-25.
Morenoff, Jeffrey, Robert Sampson, and Stephen Raudenbush. 2001. “Neighborhood Inequality, Collective Efficacy, and the Spatial Dynamics of Urban Violence.” Criminology 39(3):517-559.
Vigil, James. 2003. “Urban Violence and Street Gangs.” Annual Review of Anthropology 32:225-242.
Wood, Jane and Emma Alleyne. 2008. “Street Gang Theory and Research: Where are we now and where do we go from here?” Aggression and Violent Behavior 15:100-111.

And if you want more personal looks at gang and inner-city violence, check out these:
Monster: The Autobiography of an L.A. Gang Member by Sanyika Shakur
Between Good and Ghetto: African American Girls and Inner-City Violence by Nikki Jones

All The Little Things - Part 8


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Part 7


The next morning, I was downstairs in the kitchen, making breakfast, when Rhys walked in. I wordlessly took a plate of toast and eggs to the table, and started buttering another slice for myself.

“You don’t have to!” he exclaimed, a little shocked.

“It’s the least I can do,” I replied.

“The least you can do for what? Feyre, it’s a pleasure to have you here.”

“I can do it.”

“So can I,” he shot back, with equal venom. “You do not owe me anything.”

I thought otherwise, but I changed the topic. “So, what did you do yesterday?” I half expected him to say something along the lines of ‘mind your own damn business’ but he actually gave me an answer.

“Well, I did say I did some charity work for the Illyrians, didn’t I? Yesterday, of course, I got sidetracked,” with a little half smile, “so I decided to do something else instead. I checked up on our dear friend Hybern to see what he was up to.”

I tried to keep the pitch of my voice from rising several octaves. “Hybern?” Rhys pretended not to notice the change, although I could almost sense his curiosity.

“Yes. He plans to clear the slum area and expand his company. I’m sure you’ve heard of Hybern?” I nodded mutely, “Well, really, I shouldn’t blame Hybern. It’s Tamlin I should be blaming. Hybern put him in charge of this project, and he’s hell bent on sweeping the Illyrians out of the way. I do have a lot of power, but I don’t want to make a move that risks the Illyrians.”

I already knew this, of course, but it was terrible to hear it from Rhys. I felt as if someone were scolding me. How could you not realise it? How could you not realise that you were living with a monster?

After breakfast, Rhys changed the subject and asked me if I wanted to see his friends that evening. “The coffee shop ones?” I clarified.

Rhys laughed. “Yes, the coffee shop ones.”

Whenever Tamlin showed me his friends, I went through a mental torture. Talk, smile, entertain, fuck these high heels but don’t let it show. I had to constantly prove to them that I was worth their attention. And if they were women, like Ianthe, it was a constant flow of criticism and condescending insults.

But  I realised I would be delighted to meet Rhys’ friends. I nodded.


Apparently, I would meet them at a party. I knelt in front of my suitcase and sighed in resignation. I had nothing to wear. Well, aside from worn jeans and a shirt, but when I wore those things I was confident I looked homeless.

There was a knock at the door. I whirled, but it didn’t open. Oh. Not Tamlin here.

“Come in,” I called. Rhys opened the door and walked in. He had a little crooked smile on his face and his hair was damp from the shower.

“I got you some clothes from my cousin,” he said. Clothes? I blinked at his arms, which was holding a mountain of dresses and leggings and shirts and cardigans. Leaping up, I took them from him and set them on the bed. They were all  beautiful and (I noted this with a sigh of relief) all free flowing with not tight waists or old-fashioned lace.

“I can truly borrow them?” I asked incredulously.

“Not borrow. You can have them,” Rhys relied, smiling. I was too tired to argue with him. I could always give them back later.

“Thank you,” I breathed, gazing at the dresses with wonder. And I truly was grateful. So much more than he could ever know.


After twenty minutes, I came downstairs. I was wearing a black and white zigzag dress with a denim jacket. I had left my hair down, but curled it slightly.

I practically skipped down the stairs with my new clothes. Rhys was texting someone on his phone, smiling. That smile. Childishly, I jumped on to the floor from the third step. Rhys’ eyes flicked up to me - those eyes - and stayed on me. He dragged them to my neck, down my dress (was it too short? I smoothed out the hem self-consciously) and to my bare legs, and back up again. He blinked a couple of times, and I observed that his ears were tinged with red.

Was that me? My eager grin became demure, and I kept my eyes on the tips of my shoes.

A moment later, I felt Rhys’ broad hand on my back, the warmth seeping into me,  ushering me out of the front door and into the car.

My heart picked up speed. He whispered, “You look beautiful, Feyre,” but I hardly registered it. Thump, thump, thump. Could he feel it?

He opened the door for me and I snuggled into the car seat. The radio began to play - indie music I hadn’t heard of, but had found myself growing attached to. I kept my gaze firmly on the trees outside and let my hair slip in front of my face to conceal my blush.

How long was the car ride again?


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Bestiary - Nug

A nug is a hairless, nearly blind creature that resembles a small pig.  These harmless, docile omnivores populate the underground tunnels of the dwarves, and are known to eat almost anything they find on the cavern floors, including insects, worms, and when the pickings are lean, limestone and simple metals. Their large snouts are excellent for digging in the shallow pools and mud pits they frequent, this practice led to the dwarven nickname of “mud splashers”. Nugs can also be found in Orzammar proper, on the tables of the poorer slum areas or even as a domesticated pet. 

I was sure before the Blight they were a whole lot more rare. Should ask a Warden about that, if killing Archdemons leaves nugs all over. And the poor things don’t seem built for anywhere. I mean, they feed on anything, but they blister in the desert and freeze in the snow, and they’re easier to track than your own arse. Everything eats them (except me, the hands put me off), yet they thrive. Randy bastards outpace every tooth and claw.

Anyway, my point is, the ones around the farm are so inbred, they’re five colors and can’t stop peeing. I’m selling them in the capital as “elusive eastern bunny-pigs.” What did Father say about idiots with deep pockets?

—Excerpt from the private letters of “Captain” Byrne, lap-nug dealer, produced in evidence after seven claims of Water Terrors and death following bites in the Garden District, 9:36


In the early 1800s surgeons in England were desperate for cadavers, bodies to dissect in order to learn what makes what run with us humans. To their dismay, the only bodies these doctors were able to ply their trade on were executed convicts. Around 1825-1830 the supply of convicts was on a drastic decline due to less death sentences, which of course some entrepreneuring criminals took advantage of. Most crime buffs know about the notorious Burke and Hare, two men who murdered then sold the bodies then were put on trial for their lives. A lesser known but very similar case is that of the London Burkers. Named after the aforementioned Burke, which was a gang of men who dug up freshly buried bodies and murdered for profit. On November 5th, 1831, a fresh corpse was delivered by John Bishop and James May to the King’s College School of Anatomy. It was so fresh that it raised the suspicions of the demonstrator of anatomy who called the authorities. It was confirmed that the body was that of a 14 boy who had not died naturally. Police arrested the whole gang and searched their residence in Nova Scotia Gardens, a slum area of London. Police found multiple items of clothing and suspected more than one murder had occurred. A short trial commenced and the arrested men, May, Bishop and Thomas Williams, were all convicted and sentenced to death. On November 4th, Bishop made a full confession, claiming to have sold between 500 and 1000 bodies over 12 years. More macabre than that he confessed to two more murders and explained how he did it. Luring his victims, the poor and lost of society, he would drug and brutally murder the poor helpless victims. On December 5, 1831, Bishop and Williams were hung at Newgate prison. May was spared death as it was believed he had no idea about the murders, just the ‘dead from natural causes’ body selling. That same year Elizabeth Ross killed Catherine Walsh of Whitechapel to sell her corpse to a surgeon. These crimes, plus the Burke and Hare murder spree, led to the passage of the Anatomy Act of 1832 which provided a better supply of cadavers to medical schools. This supply took away the enterprising murderers’ chance of filling the schools with victims. Pictured above: a depiction of Bishop, May and Williams, a newspaper from the time about the crimes, a depiction of the murder that brought them to the attention of the authorites, Nova Scotia Gardens where some of the murders took place and finally a song wrtten about the Burkers in 1832.


Crown Princess Mary’s foreign visits → Bangladesh, 2017

For her first foreign visit of 2017, Crown Princess Mary made a top secret journey to Bangladesh which wasn’t announced until she was already in the country due to security concerns. The future Queen was making the journey in her capacity as an advocate for women’s rights. She has visited countries across the globe to fight for female empowerment but this was her first time in Bangladesh. During her time in the country, she visited a number of projects which promote women and are funded by Danish groups. She took in Farmer Field School, a Danish supported initiative which aims to improve women’s knowledge of farming techniques and the Jaago Foundation which runs schools in vulnerable areas, including slums. She also took in the Auto-Tex textile factory which employs a number of women. Mary’s warmth and compassion immediately won over the crowds of people who came to visit her and she relished the opportunity to learn more about the local context. She particularly focused on the impact of climate change on women as rural areas in the country have been severely affected by flooding, storms and high water levels. Listening to the local women’s stories was a profound experience which clearly left a deep impression on the Crown Princess. 

A girl from the community who call themselves the “Muhammasheen,” or “the Marginalized,” peers through a curtain of her hut, in a slum area of Sanaa, Yemen. They are Yemen’s untouchables, a dark-skinned ethnic group that for centuries has been consigned to the bottom of Yemen’s social scale.

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mmoomii  asked:

Dear Archy, I'm currently doing a redevelopment project of a slum area. To fund for the project, local govt decided to insert shopping mall on site to attract funding/investment. Any interesting shopping mall concept that you can recommend? Thanks!!

Personally, I think people still like the experience of walking down the street window shopping in an are with people, plazas and plenty of stores and restaurants like Bond Street (above) but here are some mall ideas for you to consider.

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notes; [1] - speculation, clavering blvd.’s original purpose is unknown, but as it’s named after the high overseer responsible for building the abbey, i thought it was probably meant as easy access. i guessed there were slums there once, because slums flank the area, although they could have easily cropped up after. [2] - method of execution is not recorded, i guessed burning because that’s historically what was done, and what the Abbey did during the Great Trials. [3] - despite the void creating the world and cosmos, it is viewed negatively for it also brought forth evil spirits.