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How I imagine Nomi and Amanita found each other

Comic on Nomi and Amanita from the wonderful TV series Sense8. Sense8 has a strong transgender character, played by a transgender woman (Jamie Clayton). Two of the people behind the series are also trans: Lana and Lilly Wachowski of Matrix fame.

The comic strip was posted by drewiepoodle over at the Transpace reddit subforum. Drewiepoodle is publishing a constant stream of must read transgender media links over at Transspace.

Dear Clique,

There is this very specific feeling I got when I first started listening to twenty one pilots. 

An understanding of what Tyler went through. A connection with Josh when I found out he struggled with the same anxious feelings as me. A deep stirring in my mind that brought me to think and create. 

When I first heard their music, forests sprouted in my mind. Acres of hidden land I didn’t know I had. Stars I hadn’t counted, rivers I hadn’t crossed. But now I think the trees are dying. The stars are silent. The rivers are running dry.

And I see this drought spreading. Suddenly the jungles of minds we possess are worried about other things: where is Tyler? Why isn’t Josh in a relationship? Why didn’t I win tickets? why don’t I have more followers? why are the big accounts more popular? why isn’t everything going according to plan?

We are turning to love the very thing we accused twenty one pilots of gaining in the first place: popularity. Suddenly creating isn’t enough. We want more numbers, more information, more opportunities. More, more, more, more.

And so, our forests are wilting. And I am just another writer among a thousand. Just another teenager with too many words in my brain. But I beg you this: grow your forests. Return to what you first found when you started listening to this band. Strip away the numbers, strip away the fame, strip away the drama, and return to the reason why you came in the first place.

There is something very special in this music, and we cannot lose that.

I-/

Wedding Dance1

A/N:  It’s been a while since we wrote something together, but we hope you enjoy this.  We think it’s going to be about 5 parts long.  This part is all Harry fluff.  Enjoy!

It’s already dark outside, but the chilly summer breeze feels comfortable. It had been a warm day, not hot like the days in late August usually are – a perfect day for a wedding. I want such a glorious day for my own wedding. The sun shone high in the sky during the day, and now the stars and the moon are twinkling with fairy lights.

I’m sitting in my chair, my place card in front of me in case I forget my name. Giggling at my own joke, I play with the white card which tells me my name in raised gold letters. My other hand rests on the stem of my wine glass. It’s nearly midnight. I promised myself I could leave at midnight, go upstairs to my room and sleep, falling onto the bed while still in my dress without removing make up. Who cares? I am alone here, so nobody will see me in the morning. My plan is to leave early tomorrow, so maybe I will be able to escape the parents of the bride. I crave my flat, a warm bath with a glass of wine, and listening to my favourite records. Yes, my flat is tiny, so I can hear the record player in my bathroom. Though my cozy home is small I could never relinquish the luxury of a bathtub. I sigh yearningly as I think of my empty flat.

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Trump visits Las Vegas after deadly mass shooting

President Donald Trump met privately with victims of the Las Vegas shooting at a hospital Wednesday after he touched down in a city still reeling from the worst gun massacre in modern U.S. history.

Air Force One landed at the airport near the famed Las Vegas strip on a bright, sunny morning just days after a gunman on the 32nd floor of a hotel and casino opened fire on people at an outdoor country music festival below. The Sunday night rampage killed at least 58 people and injured 527, some from gunfire and some from a chaotic escape.

“It’s a very sad thing. We are going to pay our respects and to see the police who have done really a fantastic job in a very short time,” Trump told reporters before departing the White House. He said that authorities were “learning a lot more” about the shooter, Stephen Craig Paddock, and that more details would be “announced at an appropriate time.”

“It’s a very, very sad day for me personally,” he said.

Trump’s first stop was the University Medical Center, where he was speaking privately with victims of the Sunday night shooting rampage, their families, and medical professionals. On his trip from the airport, the president’s motorcade drove past the Mandalay Bay hotel where the gunman fired down into the concert crowd. The president also drove past his own Trump hotel. (AP)

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Air Force One departs Las Vegas past the broken windows on the Mandalay Bay hotel, where shooter Stephen Paddock conducted his mass shooting along the Las Vegas Strip in Las Vegas, Nev., Oct. 4, 2017. (Photo: Kevin Lamarque/Reuters)

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President Donald Trump is greeted by survivor family members Shelby Stalker and Stephanie Melanson (L) after meeting with Las Vegas Mayor Carolyn Goodman © and police at the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department in the wake of the mass shooting in Las Vegas, Nev., Oct. 4, 2017. (Photo: Kevin Lamarque/Reuters)

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President Donald Trump and first lady Melania Trump pose with police at the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department in the wake of the mass shooting in Las Vegas, Nev., Oct. 4, 2017. (Photo: Kevin Lamarque/Reuters)

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President Donald Trump and first lady Melania Trump meet with police at the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department in the wake of the mass shooting in Las Vegas, Nev., Oct. 4, 2017. (Photo: Kevin Lamarque/Reuters)

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President Donald Trump holds a Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department hat as he meets with first responders, Wednesday, Oct. 4, 2017, in Las Vegas, Nev.. (Photo: Evan Vucci/AP)

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President Donald Trump and First Lady Melania Trump visit with volunteers and first responders at the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department Command Center in Las Vegas, Nev., on Oct. 4, 2017. (Photo: Mandel Ngan/AFP/Getty Images)

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President Donald Trump speaks with reporters with first lady Melania Trump and UNLV Trauma Center Medical Director John Fildes after meeting with patients in the wake of the mass shooting in Las Vegas, Nev., Oct. 4, 2017. (Photo: Kevin Lamarque/Reuters)

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President Donald Trump, with first lady Melania Trump, greets trauma center staff at the University Medical Center after meeting with victims in the wake of the mass shooting in Las Vegas, Nev., Oct. 4, 2017. (Photo: Kevin Lamarque/Reuters)

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U.S .security forces take security measures due to President Donald Trump’s visit of mass shooting victims, who were injured after a gunman attack in Las Vegas, at University Medical Center in Las Vegas, Nev., on Oct. 4, 2017. (Photo: Bilgin S. Sasmaz/Anadolu Agency/Getty Images)

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President Donald Trump’s motorcade passes the Mandalay Bay Resort and Casino on the way to meet with victims and first responders of the mass shooting, Wednesday, Oct. 4, 2017, in Las Vegas. (Photo: Evan Vucci/AP)

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President Donald Trump talks to reporters before getting into his vehicle at Las Vegas McCarran International Airport to go meet with victims and first responders of the mass shooting, Wednesday, Oct. 4, 2017, in Las Vegas. (Photo: Evan Vucci/AP)

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President Donald Trump talks with Las Vegas Mayor Carolyn Goodman and Clark County Sheriff Joseph Lombardo after arriving at Las Vegas McCarran International Airport to meet with victims and first responders of the mass shooting, Wednesday, Oct. 4, 2017, in Las Vegas. (Photo: Evan Vucci/AP)

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Nevada Gov. Brian Sandoval, left, greets President Donald Trump and first lady Melania Trump as they arrive Wednesday, Oct. 4, 2017, at Las Vegas McCarran International Airport to meet with victims and first responders of the mass shooting. (Photo: Evan Vucci/AP)

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President Donald Trump and first lady Melania Trump arrive to meet with officials and first responders in the wake of the mass shooting in Las Vegas, Nev., Oct. 4, 2017. (Photo: Kevin Lamarque/Reuters)

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President Donald Trump and First Lady Melania Trump land on Air Force 1 at McCarran International Airport in Las Vegas, Nev., to meet survivors and first responders following the worst mass shooting in modern American history, Oct. 4, 2017. (Photo: Robyn Beck/AFP/Getty Images)

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Air Force One carrying President Trump taxis on the runway past Mandalay Bay on Wednesday, Oct. 4, 2017, in Las Vegas. A gunman opened fire on an outdoor music concert on Sunday killing dozens and injuring hundreds. Trump is meeting with victims and first responders in the wake of the tragedy. (Photo: John Locher/AP)

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President Donald Trump and first lady Melania Trump board Air Force One for a trip to Las Vegas to meet with victims and first responders of the mass shooting, Wednesday, Oct. 4, 2017, in Andrews Air Force Base, Md. (Photo: Evan Vucci/AP)

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Gusts kicked up by the rotors of the Marine One helicopter buffet a Secret Service agent as President Donald Trump and first lady Melania Trump depart for travel to Las Vegas, in the aftermath of the shooting there, from the South Lawn of the White House in Washington, Oct. 4, 2017. (Photo: Jonathan Ernst/Reuters)

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President Donald Trump, accompanied by first lady Melania Trump, walks toward Marine One after speaking to reporters on the South Lawn of the White House in Washington, Wednesday, Oct. 4, 2017, for a short trip to Andrews Air Force Base, Md., and then on to Las Vegas to visit with victims and first responders affected by the worst mass shooting in American history. (Photo: Andrew Harnik/AP)

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President Donald Trump and first lady Melania Trump walk toward Marine One on the South Lawn of the White House in Washington, Wednesday, Oct. 4, 2017, for a short trip to Andrews Air Force Base, Md., and then on to Las Vegas to visit with victims and first responders affected by the worst mass shooting in American history. (Photo: Andrew Harnik/AP)

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                                                 “u” vs. “i”

This is a picture taken during his performance on SNL, long before To Pimp a Butterfly came out. When I first saw this (the actual live performance) months ago, I thought Kendrick had just completely lost his mind, but now it makes sense. This image is a perfect example for how “u” contrasts with “i”. Kendrick has half of his hair braided, while the other half runs wild, as he stares out with demonic eyes. Now, this is all just my opinion, but it looks like he’s fighting for his soul, which “Lucy” has been wanting to take since the success of good kid, m.A.A.d city. The way his hair is divided into two different styles, acts as a perfect metaphor for the entire album, especially for these two tracks. The optimistic, Grammy-winning single “i” finds its much darker counterpart in “u”. The production of “i” is a funky, up-tempo anthem, while “u” is surrounded in chaos, and darkness. Kendrick falls into a self loathing depression in “u”, as he realizes “Lucy” and “Uncle Sam” have trapped him in fame. This fame has stripped away his true identity, filling him up with guilt and depression for letting down the people he loves most. In “i” Kendrick preaches about peace, positivity, and prosperity. Kendrick has explained that the song is about self-expression, inspired by the lack of self love in the streets of Compton, and around the world. To Pimp a Butterfly revolves around turmoil, self-doubt, and the temptations of evil, but this song is about hope and offers redemption. Maybe Kendrick was just a complete mess and on the verge of losing his mind during this SNL performance, but I like to think that this genius has a point behind everything he does, even if it’s the way he looks. Now, I’m probably completely wrong, but that’s what instantly came to my mind when I putted the two together and thought I’d share.

“Anybody reading or listening who may be asking these questions of themselves, just remember: from “u,” you will eventually reach “i.”
Kendrick Lamar

Written by Reno/Peacebonefound

Screams and Cigarettes

Pairing: Louis Tomlinson & Harry Styles (Larry)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Explicit Language

Word Count: 1500

Summary: Harry isn’t too fond of Louis’s smoking habits and has finally had the last straw with this most recent scandal. 

Author Note: Apologies! This is a little late given that the situation happened a while ago, but hopefully this still sparks some interest!

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White America and The Opinions Of Black Celebrities: Part 2,651

I was sitting in a restaurant when I heard it. A restaurant much like any other restaurant that is acutely aware of its pretentiousness. Just imagine a place where all the patrons drink Fernet Branca, quote Jaden Smith unironically, and wear sunglasses regardless of the time of day or them being inside an actual, y'know, establishment with it’s own lighting. Busy as I was by being so deeply committed to this douche-esque thoughtful critique of my environment while simultaneously glided over the implications of my character by willingly being there when it happened.

“I mean *jowl assisted chuckle* how can he say that with his millions and millions of dollars. I don’t see him going to the inner city to help any of these people he’s talking about. Just shut up and stick to football, you know.”

It doesn’t take a morphine-addicted Sherlock Holmes to deduce that he was talking about San Francisco 49ers quarterback Colin Kaepernick. Who famously remained seated during last Friday’s Star-Spangled Banner number before a preseason game. He clarified his actions by saying “I am not going to stand up to show pride in a flag for a country that oppresses black people and people of color. … There are bodies in the street and people getting paid leave and getting away with murder.” A sentiment that I wholly endorse, which in turn makes my resentment of Blake McDoucheface IV (I’m sure it’s not far from his real name.)

Much like the luggage of anyone who’s prepared a bug-out bag in case Trump is elected, there’s a lot to unpack here. I’m doing this by way of writing while stewing and replaying that statement over and over in my head. As potentially ignorant as it may sound, I didn’t have to turn around to confirm the skin complexion of the person who made a comment so stupid they must’ve brought it second hand from the trunk of Johnny Depp’s assistant. Nor did I have to have any particular insight into who they are to know that they’re probably the type to insist, laboriously, that GamerGate was about “ethics in video game journalism” or some other vinegar-based horseshit instead of a poorly-acted charade to assault people who have the gall to possess an actual vagina. So, I’m writing this in the interest of expediency and my own personal decompression.(Very counter productive for me if some random brochella jerk were to catch these hands like the Zika Virus.) So lets’s pick this stale ass turkey apart piece by piece:

  • If the basic movement of your mouth and jaw is wholly dependent on the rolls of fat you have stored there like newspapers on A&E’s Hoarders, then maybe you shouldn’t be so critical of someone exercising their, peaceful yet deafening, freedom of expression. After all, you’ve expressed your, peaceful yet deafening, freedom to abstain from having a neck that doesn’t look like a belly in it’s third-trimester of pregnancy with ballpark franks.
  • Where on the conventional metric of financial success does someone lose the right to speak about injustice? Is it somewhere between “I Shop At Whole Foods” and “Yes, I Do Own A Bidet. Why Do You Ask?”. I really want to know, because the subtext in someone contending that his millions somehow makes him immune/oblivious to structural racism is dumber than the entire concept of ass to mouth. One could argue that, because of his status and the large platform by which he has to speak, he has a moral obligation to call out breaches of integrity concerning law enforcement. Especially in regards to people who live in communities so unfairly targeted that the frickin’ Department of Justice basically had to step in and stop cops from treating Baltimore citizens like dark-skinned black men treat women in Tyler Perry movies. No one would be talking about Colin Kaepernick, the Ikea Sales Associate. No one would give a roasted fuck if Colin Kaepernick, Google Fiber Representative, said this in between annoyingly enthusiastic sales pitches for faster-than-ever Internet. Say what you will about the societal implications, but his fame and fortune grant him a bigger voice than the rest of us.
  • We all know that when someone uses the term “inner city” and “these people,” what they’re actually referring to is niggers and nigger babies. Just once, I would love to hear a white person refer to a group of black and brown children as “nigger babies.” I wouldn’t even be upset. I’d just breathe a prolonged sigh of relief that someone finally decided to be honest instead of burying their dog whistle racism under dulcet tones of condescension and white guilt. Also, I think people forget how real change is affected. Just throwing money at a situation does nothing to remedy the actual problem of economic disenfranchisement, institutional and systemic racism prevalent in both state and federal levels of government, and the fact that most people of color simply inhabit a different space than their white counterparts. This is why you don’t just keep throwing ACE bandages at the women in battered womens shelters after giving them all 30-second pep talks. It’s why you don’t expect the drug flow within challenged communities to stop once you’ve arrested the dude that does all of his deals in the bathroom of the Arby’s on Peachtree. You identify and strategize against the root of the problem. That problem being how some Americans can confuse patriotism with jingoism and simultaneously ignoring the struggles of their fellow countrymen with such ease you’d think all of black America was Bruce Willis in The Sixth Sense.
  • “Just stick to football.” This is the most egregious of all, at least to me. If this were the only sentiment the gentleman had expressed that I overheard, it would have been enough for me to transform into some kind of Black Rage Hulk. Rampaging throughout the streets of Atlanta while reciting excerpts from every Ta-Nehisi Coates article I’ve ever read. This implies that a black celebrity’s only value is that by which they’ve achieved fame. That they are stripped of all thought, intellectual or otherwise, agency, and capacity to grasp issues larger than themselves. Essentially, that we are all nothing but vessels from which you derive your entertainment. This is evident every time a Black celebrity expresses an opinion formulated through observation and simple deductive reasoning. We are more than just repositories for catchy pop culture phrases and ephemeral dance crazes. The fact that we keep asserting asserting as much is guaranteed to ruffle the feathers of White America more than Michelle Obama speaking common facts by saying that slaves built the White House.

I suppose that maybe these four cups of coffee, glass of Buffalo Trace Bourbon neat, and the most delightful cucumber tea sandwich I’ve ever had has made me more than a touch sensitive. Maybe I’m just reacting to this poor fellow’s statement from a place of indignation that’s only heated by the small proximity I have from when I initially heard the news. That is also a possibility. But, chances are, I’m not overly sensitive nor too caught within the moment to see a situation for what it clearly is: A large number of people saying that the flag is the quintessential representation of what it means to be free. And to exercise that freedom by protesting what amounts to a racist 19th-century pop ballad (think Ted Nugent and Toby Keith getting drunk on moonshine after watching Civil War reenactments somewhere in southern Arizona. Then writing a song on the back of a of Trump/Pence shirt they bought at a yard sale. That song would be the Star-Spangled Banner.) It’s enough of a logical quagmire to make your teeth itch, and you’re eyes bleed, but enough people seem to think it makes perfect sense. Clearly, I have a lot to learn from “these people.”

(( Pirate!AU, Arthur x Anyone, Open roleplay! ))

The seas were his life. His mornings were incomplete without a soft, salty caress from the ocean air, and he could only be lulled to sleep by the sound of lulling waves, lapping gently at his ship’s hull. Departed from his earlier, prudish life, he greatly enjoyed and partook in singing songs of the sea with his shipmates, guzzling down ale after ale. He revered hanging above on the masts, watching his crew work themselves to the bone down below. He enjoyed the hunt, the danger, the intoxicating thrill of being a pirate.

Though, the possibility of those simple, mundane things seemed unreachable now.

Captain Arthur Kirkland, legendary pirate and owner of the famed Britannia, sat stripped of his glory, his crew, and his ship. His wrists had been bound tightly behind his back, and from the struggling fit he had put up, they had cut into his wrists long ago. They ached with soreness, and it irritated him when he flexed them and felt dried blood crackle. His lavish red jacket decorated with golden lining and buttons was now torn, and hung about his torso in a haphazard fashion. His white undershirt was torn open, revealing small bits of toned pale flesh, some parts of which had been cut.

It wasn’t like Arthur to be overpowered, nor lose in a brawl. His crew had been caught by surprise in the dead of night, and attackers had come to his quarters personally, wrestling him from his bed. Though Arthur was a strong man, despite his lean stature, he was no match for nearly five pirates all holding him at bay. It had been a fruitless fight for his crew, and he as sure they were all dead now.

His single eye opened (the other covered by a patch), as he heard the soft creak of a wooden door. Ah, it seems he had a visitor. The room he was in was quite dark, for no-one cared to light it for him, or offer him any sort of comfort. Well, after-all, this was an enemy ship, and most likely belonged to another pirate. Or was it perhaps the British Navy, come to hunt him down? It could be a member of the crew, a captain, a soldier. He still did not know.

Despite his predicament, his eye gleamed. He sat up then, a smirk creasing his lips at the dark figure that now stood before him. A bitter laugh escaped his throat.

“Ah, finally, some company. So, here to kill me? Torture me? Both? Sorry to say, but I’m not a very good screamer.”

'til tonight do us part; nic&ames.

He wasn’t drunk. No, really, he wasn’t. Buzzed? Maybe. Tipsy? Most likely. But definitely not drunk. Because drunk Nicholas couldn’t walk in a straight line, and right now, he was doing a pretty good job of walking in a straight line and not dropping his girlfriend off his back. He was giggly though. He couldn’t stop laughing at anything and everything she said, and while he usually always did that, right then it had more to do with his inebriation than what she was actually saying.

“Ames,” His voice, mixed in with laughter, came as more of a sing-song than an actual spoken word. “A-me-li-a.”

He bounced her up a bit, his grip on her thighs tightening a bit to get a better hold on her as they headed down the famed Vegas Strip, deciding on their next stop.

A stop in Vegas hadn’t been in their plans. They were supposed to head back home as soon as they hit Disneyland. But adrenaline, a little too much happiness (not that it was a bad thing), and a quick Google maps search coupled with a bank account check and the appearance of a delayed graduation present from his dad had sent them both on the four hour drive from Anaheim.

So now here they were, less than sober, and more than attached at the hip, as they explored Sin City, trying to figure out what they were going to do next after having spent the first part of the evening bouncing between casinos, arcades, and the bars that had them so giggly.

“You won, I get it, but you need to pick already,” he told her, turning his to place a wet kiss to her temple. “I can do this all day, but you still need to pick.”

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twitter com/Only1DNews/status/789038226920964096 I ~bet~ The Sun and Mirror are next (if they didn't write the articles already)

(x) yeah, looks like the UK tabs are catching up now. as always the daily mail loves combining trashy fanfiction with real estate advertisements.


An infinity pool, home cinema, panoramic view and a private bar: Inside Louis Tomlinson’s lavish $7.3million Hollywood Hills mansion

He’s made Los Angeles his permanent base since he welcomed his first child Freddie in January.

And it seems Louis Tomlinson is serious about making Tinsel Town his home, as the singer is believed to have paid out $7.3million for a new mansion.

The four-bedroom property based in the iconic Hollywood Hills has all the luxury touches the 24-year-old A-Lister could possibly want, including: an infinity pool, home cinema and a private bar.

According to E Online, the Yorkshire-born star - who shot to global fame in One Direction - has snapped up the mansion in a prime area of Tinsel Town.

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