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Night of the Living Dead will be released on Blu-ray and DVD on February 13 via The Criterion Collection. The discs will also include a never-before-seen workprint edit of the film, among other extras detailed below.

Night of the Living Dead has been digitally restored in its original 1.33:1 aspect ratio in 4K by the Museum of Modern Art and The Film Foundation, under the supervision of director George A. Romero (Dawn of the Dead, Creepshow) before his passing.

The influential 1968 classic film is responsible for creating the modern zombie. Duane Jones, Judith O'Dea, Marilyn Eastman, Karl Hardman, Judith Ridley, and Keith Wayne star.

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Animator Showcase: James Baxter

Here is an animator you may recognize as a certain horse riding a beach ball from Adventure Time, James Baxter!

James Baxter not only did work at Disney, but also at DreamWorks and later got to voice and animate two episodes of Adventure Time with James Baxter the Horse! Here are many examples of his amazing work and even check out his blog on @jbaxteranimator!

The Rescuers Down Under (1990)

Character Animator for Joanna

Beauty and the Beast (1991)

Supervising Animator for Belle

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The Lion King (1994)

Supervising Animator for Rafiki

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The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996)

Character Designer / Supervising Animator for Quasimodo

The Prince of Egypt (1998)

Animator for Moses

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The Road to El Dorado (2000)

Senior Supervising Animator for Tulio & Animator for Chel

Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron (2002)

Senior Supervising Animator for Spirit

Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas (2003)

Supervising Animator for Sinbad

Enchanted (2007)

Animation Supervisor 

Kung Fu Panda (2008)

Animation Director for Dream Sequence

Gravity Falls (2012 - 2016)

Animator for Intro 

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Adventure Time (2010 - 2018)

Animator / Voice of James Baxter the Horse

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Samurai Jack (2017)

Animator on Episode XCV

ok so here’s a concept:

  • richie not being able to keep his comments to himself in class
  • richie’s teachers getting sick to death of his hand shooting up constantly
  • richie getting detention all the time for talking out of turn
  • richie getting this shit beat out of him at home when he gets detention
  • richie having detention so many times that he gets suspended
  • richie strolling up to school after the three day suspension w his arm in a sling bc his dad twisted his arm so far back that richie’s shoulder popped out of socket
  • kids in class rolling their eyes and stifling their laughs when richie asks a question that seems genuine and sensible to him but makes no sense to anyone else
  • richie’s adhd isolating him from his peers
  • teachers labeling richie as trouble without bothering to try to decipher what his issues actually are
  • richie not allowing his disorder to affect his grades
  • richie getting yelled out for not paying attention and then aceing every damn test
  • “i understand it the first time, that’s why i get distracted when you have to keep explaining it to everyone else”
  • the boy w the stutter and the dead brother showing up in detention one day bc he refused to give a speech
  • the kid w a fannypack and inhaler being there the next day too bc he straight up yelled at the nurse when she refused to take his temperature for the third time that day
  • a girl whose hair looks like autumn leaves and the orphan farmer boy who hardly talks casually striding in without even bothering to put out the cigarettes that landed them there in the first place
  • a huffy kid stomping in, arms crossed, drops into a desk and grumbles under his breath
  • “it’s not my fault the teacher was fucking wrong. again.”
  • and, finally, a chubby boy coming in, looking sad, offering gum and explaining he wasn’t trying to skip class, he was just hiding from the school bully
  • the rudest teacher in school supervising detention that day
  • “well would ya look at this little club”
  • everyone glancing at each other and grinning
  • the entirety of the losers club making every teacher’s life a living fucking hell from that moment on
  • but also helping each other w their issues
  • everyone leaving their bedroom windows unlocked for richie or bev to crawl into when their houses are unbearable
  • eddie sitting next to richie in class so richie has someone to pass notes to when he has a comment he can’t contain
  • richie carrying a thermometer, bandaids and an inhaler in his backpack for eddie
  • mike listening to bill’s speeches over and over until bill is comfortable enough that his stutter is practically nonexistent
  • stan grabbing mike’s cigarette out of his hand and pretending it’s his own when a teacher sees them bc if mike gets another detention this week, he’s getting suspended
  • stan scribbling down everytime he wants to argue w a teacher in a notebook to show to bill and bill nodding along while stan rants about all these fucking idiots
  • bev shoving and punching anyone who makes fun of ben for anything ever
  • ben buying twizzlers and jolly ranchers when bev quits smoking and throwing one at her anytime she starts craving a cigarette
  • this is so long but wow
  • friends loving friends man

For some reason, this photo is really popular on my Facebook!

Ichabod showed us pretty quickly that his mild head injury wasn’t about to slow him down. Ichabod is our Halloween foster kitten who is available for adoption; until he finds his forever home, he’s learning to love life comfortably with us. :)
Note: he was outside for a photoshoot and supervised; we do not support outdoor cats.

There was another student at my school that was a total dickbag, and made it his daily goal to get a rise out of at least one other person, some way or another. Let’s call him Dbag. He annoyed the shit out of a lot of teachers by doing stuff like constantly being late, eating loudly in class, purposefully spilling and dropping things, and loudly retelling stories during lectures or tests. He spent more time being kicked out of class than actually in class. He wasn’t popular with students either, he constantly mocked students with disabilities, would harass people for money or bites of their food, and tried starting rumors about girls that would turn him down for dates. 

I hated this dude so much. He annoyed the shit out of me, but i was pretty quiet about it for the most part. During lunch one day, i was standing with my circle of friends and i felt someone wrap their arms around my neck/shoulders and lean over me. It was Dbag. He starts yelling and saying stuff like “yeah guys i know can you believe (my name) hides her titties under big sweaters and stuff???” my friends started backing up, they saw me get pissed. I said loudly, “Let go of me!” He kept talking and holding me. One more time, I said “Let go, or I’m putting you on the ground!” He ignored me. I screamed as loud as i could, “LAST CHANCE!” and he didn’t let go. I grabbed his arms, bent my knee, and laid him out flat on his back. The floor was concrete. The slap was SO loud. (Google “self defense shoulder throw” the first image is similar to the technique i did) He was winded for a solid 15-20 seconds. I looked around, and everybody was staring, including my period three teacher on lunch supervision. We looked each other in the eye and my first thought was “oh shit, i’m suspended” but she slowly turned around and walked back down the hall. She never mentioned it, i didn’t get suspended, and Dbag called me a “psycho bitch” for the next 2 years.

Me: *scrolls down my dash to catch up with yesterday’s posts*

My dash: *+100 variations of gifsets, +50 fanart, + 50 meta posts about  Welcome to the Madness* *the OtaYuri fandom on fire*

Me:  .    . (ミⓛᆽⓛミ)✧ ♡  ✧  ʕ  ̿– ㉨  ̿–  ʔ .    .   .    .    .     .    .    .     .     .    .    .     .    .     .    W  E  L  C  O  M  E     T  O     T  H  E    M  A  D  N  E  S  S  !  !  !  ~  ~

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♪  Now I want more (I want more those feelings crawling up spine)
Every day I want more of the night
I want more of you   ♫

Consider a fantasy story where, as often seems to happen in this genre, a young human is pulled from their world into a world of magic and elves and wizards and prophecies.

But this happens just about every other Tuesday in this world because the resident soothsayer is a little trigger-happy and is spouting off prophecies left and right. So there’s been an influx of teenaged humans without adult supervision and the reigning queen had to set up an investigative bureau and a complaints department just to deal with this problem.


So our human protagonist finds themselves in a dark spooky forest, stuck in some kind of ewok-style trap. Along comes a bearded elf (don’t tease him about the beard, he’s trying to make a good impression on the dwarf lady in charge of his department) who looks up at the net, sighs, and out comes the paperwork.


“If you wouldn’t mind, please state your name, age, and how you came to this realm.”


“How what now?”


“What was it? Wardrobe? Magic portal? Dragged under the bed by trolls?”


“Um…I just woke up here?” They mumble, confused.


“Alrighty,” the elf flips a few pages. “We’ll just skip to section D then. Any inherent magic? Any strange inheritances received lately?”


“No?” The protagonist leans on the net. “I mean, my former roommate gave me their old David Bowie CD collection, but I don’t think that counts.”


The elf nods once or twice, hard to tell if he’s listening or not, and pencils a few things in. “Alright, we’re almost done with the preliminary stuff, then we can get you out of there and down to the Bureau so we can get you home. Current status of parents or parental figures?”


The protagonist cringes. “Um…not applicable, I guess.”


“Oh dear. And your age again is-?”


“Er…fourteen?”


At this the elf sighs. “Oh no, not another one. Some days I’d like to shake some sense into that soothsayer, really, I would. I swear I am this close to setting myself up as the next evil wizard around here just so I can keep some of these would-be heroes out of trouble.”


He then flings his pencil, sharp as a knife, and down comes the net with Protagonist inside. The elf helps them to their feet and brushes the leaves off their shoulders.

“Alright then, you,” he grumbles, “Lets get you down to the Bureau with the other three prophecy-kids who turned up this week.”

He has so much paperwork to do now.

Reasons to be happy today:

  • When Dick was in elementary school (back in the days when Batman was a Gotham City cryptid and no one had any evidence that he existed), his classmates used to propose that they “catch Batman” in pretty much the same way kids try to catch Santa coming down their chimney on Christmas Eve: they would try to stay up all night in places Batman seemed likely to show up.
  • Obviously, little kids with responsible, non-vigilante parents aren’t allowed to hang out in alleyways or on rooftops at two in the morning, so they made do with the next best thing– skyscrapers with big windows where Batman and Robin might swing past. You know who has access to a building like that? Dick Grayson!
  • So Dick Grayson, Robin, superhero and Batman’s ward, frequently hosted pizza-party sleepovers on the top floor of Wayne Enterprises, while Alfred supervised and all of his classmates crowded around the windows hoping for a glance at the legendary Batman.
  • Sometimes, nothing happened. They played boardgames and baked brownies and never saw Batman (because I’m busy, Dick), but every once in awhile…. there would be a shadow on the roof across the street, or the tail-end of a cape flashing past the windows.
  • Sure, it could be their eyes playing tricks on them, but what if it was the real thing??? It was all the school could talk about for weeks.
  • And then one fateful night, they saw him. He was right there, right in front of the window, and honestly? No one seemed more shocked than Dick Grayson.
  • “WOW WHAT A TRULY UNEXPECTED TURN OF EVENTS! [winks out the window] Anybody want another brownie?”
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I keep giggling at the thought of a villain mama trying to raise her daughter to be normal and placing her in a prestigious school but often have her villain side show up, and the teacher who is used to pompous parents totally don’t bat an eye to put her in her place

why some teens believe everything the light of their internet-capable device touches is their kingdom

(‘what about that shadowy place over there?’

‘that’s pornhub, simba. you must never go there.’)

we all see plenty of posts about how adults on the internet need to remember that ‘kids’ (read: teens) are around and we must bear that in mind. and these posts are not entirely without merit. It’s important to keep conversations being held with teens carefully teen-friendly and appropriately distant. but the entirety of tumblr and twitter aren’t designed to cater to the safety of minors, and all the adult self-policing in the world won’t make all the kid-unfriendly content go away.

not all teens believe the internet should have gutter bumpers for them, either. but those that do have mystified me for a while … until I started to understand just how pervasive ‘helicopter parenting’ is in parts of American (and UK) culture, and how that affects the adolescents and young adults of today.

anonymous asked:

a thing worth noting re anyone who pulls the ‘you can’t blacklist on mobile, minors can still see it’ thing to say even tagged content isn’t okay: even if washboard didn’t exist, the tumblr app is rated 17/18+ in app stores. if people under that age get on the app and see things they shouldn’t, that’s on them and their parents/guardians, because they shouldn’t actually have been using the app in the first place.

agreed.

Honestly, though, the argument has moved past this in some ways. It’s not so much about whether or not teenagers are allowed to see this thing or that thing; it’s a well-known fact that most teenagers will break rules if it suits them and they can get away with it, and internet time is a prime space wherein they can do so.

What’s happened is that some adolescents - teens with parents that are overly protective and crowd their schedules with supervised activities, usually - have been taught by their life experience that:

  • all adults in their vicinity are there to protect them. and no wonder: the large majority of their contact with adults will have been as supervisors. Teachers, teacher assistants, instructors, daycare employees, and coaches are all adults who are paid to watch their activity and will be held responsible for the teen’s wellbeing by their guardians. when have they ever spent time with adults who aren’t in charge of making sure they’re safe?
  • any space they are in will be designed and maintained with their safety and comfort in mind (no matter how they obtained access). all spaces they enter are specifically meant to revolve around them: schools, sports, playgrounds, etc. The few occasions that they have to enter spaces not meant specifically for them (stores, etc) they are closely watched by adults and any harm they experience will be blamed on adults as a result.
  • if they can get access, it must be a space that’s safe for them. Having spent very little of their lives unsupervised, they have always been actively prevented from entering spaces that are not meant for them. They’ve never had to learn to set boundaries for themselves, so they naturally reason that if a boundary is not actively enforced, it must actually be a space they’re meant to enter.
  • they are not responsible for themselves. adults around them are responsible for them. if they come to harm, it’s because an adult wasn’t doing their job properly.

for teens of this mindset, ‘18+ ONLY’ warnings are merely a suggestion. Nobody is stopping them, after all, and it has never been their job to stop themselves. and if they can get access, the space is now theirs - because all spaces they are in are theirs. they couldn’t get there unless it was meant for them; that’s how it works, right?

This is why some teens are utterly flabbergasted by the idea that adults on the internet want to interact with fellow adults on an adult level in a space the teen can access. They’re here! That means the space is specifically meant to cater to them! The adults are automatically tasked with their safety! If teens do get into trouble, it’s because the adults weren’t responsible enough! that’s how this has always worked.

And when adults say ‘no, I do not take responsibility for your actions, the internet is full of things that may frighten or harm you and you must set your own boundaries,’ it’s distressing and scary all at once.

(no wonder so many people in their late teens/early 20′s want to still be considered as children.)

EDIT (10/9/2017, 4 days after originally posting): if you’re seeing this post in its original form, I hope you’ll read some of the excellent reblogs disagreeing with it. I think that this post kind of misses the point, which is: some of it may be emotionally invaded teens, but some is just that teens who grew up around this kind of behavior from their parents and adults have learned that they can use their minor status as a kind of power play and thus stand up to demand coddling in fandom spaces.

the culprit that I still maintain is the heart of the problem is the structure of sites like tumblr and twitter, which knocked down all barriers and moderation in fandom and made fandom feel chaotic and uncontrollable. we’re all looking for ways to control our experience in an environment of this kind; some find it by demanding others change what they produce, and others do it by curating what what they see of the production of others. this post doesn’t reflect that well, however, and I apologize for talking down to teenagers who have the agency to think for themselves no matter how their parents behaved. 

[Context: My human monk character recovers a book owned by her missing master from Gnolls and locked herself in her room to read it. After reading the book and succeeding in a constitution save, the knowledge from the book causes psychic damage and I scream so loud my party members hear me.]

Hobbs ( Human Rogue): *knocks* “Are you ok Dorrali, do you need anything?”

Me: *Says nothing and is in pain*

DM (As book): A voice comes from the book. “You probably should answer the  door, he sounds concerned for your well being.“ Walking closer to the book Dorrali can see a face the cover of the book formed from the worn leather giving the appearance of eyes, nose and mouth with the mouth moving as the book speaks to her the cracked leather looking like wrinkles of a wizened old face.

Me: *Is tripping out over the book* "Whatever this thing did to me is tripping me out.”

Book: “You are not "tripping out”, I am speaking to you.

Hobbs OOC: *Hears the unfamiliar voice* I pick the lock.

Me OOC: You know I forbid you from entering my room?

Hobbs OOC: Dorrali will love Hobbs sooner or later? *Rolls 14*

DM: Lock DC was 15

Vicq (Perverted bard Halfling): *Sees Hobbs trying to get into my room* ”Hobbs! you naughty scamp! It seems just like Dorrali to play hard to get, making you toil for your spoils. *Knocks on the door* Dorrali, darling, things are heating up out here between just the two of us, we could really use your, shall we say, supervision?“ 

Me (Sheltered in a monastery for all my life): "What are you talking about?”

Hobbs: “I heard voices and became concerned that Dorrali didn’t answer when I knocked." 

Vicq: "Wait, wait, wait. You mean to tell me that Dorrali has brought someone into the shadow Viper pit, without letting any of us know, against specific orders not to do so?” *At the top of his lungs* "Dorrali…you got som ‘splaining to do!!!“ In an unfamiliar accent as gets a running start to drop-kick the door open.

Vicq: *Nat 20*

DM: The door swings open and you she a red faced Dorrali slouched over in the middle of the floor. Hair clinging to her forehead from sweat and a book clenched in her hand.

Me: *Frazzled by everything that's happening* "CAN’T A GIRL READ AND GET WRECKED BY A BOOK IN PEACE AROUND HERE?!”

Stages of Masters in Counseling

Interviee

Theories of Counseling - Psychopathology - Ethics Courses

Pre-practicum - Clinic Procedures - Basic Counseling Skills

Practicum

Self-care

Internship

Comprehensive exams

Graduation

Licensed Professional Counselors Board of Examiners is just like

After completing your hours for licensure

steve harrington x reader • cold coffee

Summary: Waking up next to Steve is something that you can get used to.

Word Count: 1600+

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, some language.

Notes: I started writing something angsty and got sad so I wrote this to make myself feel better. Idk man, idk. It got longer than I wanted?? and off topic?? I just love these kids and i love Steve Harrington.

Requests are OPEN!

Originally posted by cameronxboyce

Dating Steve Harrington came with a lot of surprises. The whole Upside Down thing, oddly enough, wasn’t one of them; you’d stumbled into that whole mess before you’d even met him, thanks to your insatiable curiosity and tendency to nose around places you really had no business being in. No, the oddities that Steve brought to your life were much more mundane, and all the more surprising for that.

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*eating dinner at the camp grounds*

Noctis: Prompto, you’ve been staring off into space for the past ten minutes.

Prompto: I just can’t stop thinking about her!

Gladio: You really think a guy like you has a chance with Cindy?

Ignis: Don’t crush the poor boy’s dreams, Gladio.

Prom: HEY! I could get her if I wanted to!

Noct: Sure, because every woman wants a man who can’t even form a sentence in front of them without their best friends help.

Prom: …Not cool, Noct.

Gladio: You’d have a better chance with his highness over an actual girl.

Prom: Okay, first off: Ew. Second: He’s Luna’s problem, not mine.

Noct: What’s that supposed to mean?!

Gladio: He may be a pain in the ass, but he’s got some redeeming qualities.

Prom: Name one.

Gladio: Uh…

Prom: Exactly.

Noct: Guys, I’m right here. Can we not-

Ignis: To be fair, he was given quite a lot of responsibility at a young age.

Noct: Thank you.

Ignis: However, he’d be completely lost without our constant supervision.

Noct: …Damn it…