the pass of the cattle

Helpful Resume Tips:

And by that, I mean that I’ve been reading a lot of resumes recently, and there are several things that I see people doing constantly that are really grinding my gears. So, I’m going to vent about resumes for a minute. 

EXPORT YOUR RESUME AS A PDF. 

I don’t have time to put the pieces together of your .DOCX resume after it has been chewed up and spit out. You can’t trust that the formatting will remain the same, you can’t trust that they’ll be viewing the document on a full size screen. You can’t trust that they’ll have all of your fonts and what nots.

USE ACTIVE VERBS.

Don’t make me dig for your verbs in your descriptions. Avoid the passive voice. Don’t downplay your experience. 

AVOID REDUNDANCY. 

Space is at a premium. If you have an education section that says when you attended and what your course of study was, then you don’t need a subsection under education detailing when you graduated and the types of courses you took. You’ve already covered that. And now you’ve made me read it twice. 

DON’T LIST EVERY SINGLE JOB YOU’VE HAD. 

Unless they specifically asking for a CV, they’re not looking for much beyond your relevant experience. I’m not super interested in your two years as a barista if you’re applying to be an audio engineer. 

SAY WHAT YOUR REFERENCES DO AND WHERE

That helps your future employer to know what sorts of questions to have prepared when checking your references. And for the love of god vary your references. Try to avoid having several people that you worked with all together or more than one professor from your college.

KEEP IT TO ONE PAGE

Especially if you’re passing out a physical resume (like at USITT, SETC, or a cattle call). Keep it simple. Keep it short. Bullet points. Active, decisive sentences. Boom. Boom. Boom. Save the flowery shit for your personal statement. You can go into more depth for the interview. 

sunflower-nova  asked:

Hey, I'm curious, is it possible to put your cat, dog, or any other carnivorous animal on a raw/natural diet? Where you feed them clean and safe raw food. Like if you could access rats or something that are safe, could you feed them to your animal? (I don't plan on doing this, I'm just very curous)

Raw diets can be done, but I’m skeptical that the average person could do it sustainably long-term. I know a professor of animal science who has fed a commercial raw/frozen diet to her dogs and had success, but at the same time, I am leery of the average person doing it. Why? Three major reasons: 

For starters, unless you add vitamin/mineral premix, you are setting yourself up for nitrogen/phosphorous imbalance (meat is high in N and low in P) and that can lead to a lot of problems down the line. 

In the wild, vitamin and mineral balance is mostly handled by the animals eating the internal organs and gut contents of the prey, and then chewing on the bones, but that’s harder to do in a domestic setting. Unless you kill the meat yourself, you may get the intestines, but their contents will have been cleaned out at the slaughterhouse. You would have to add premix but also feed a combination of muscle and organ meat, and that can get expensive and messy (I rarely see beef liver and tripe at the store, let alone lung or heart or other internal organs dogs and cats eagerly eat).

In addition to the vitamin/mineral issues, there is also the issue from a food safety standpoint - you need to be very careful that the meat doesn’t sit out long enough to cause health risks, and raw meat, especially ground raw meat, is at a higher risk for microbial contamination than kibble or canned food would be. (this is why steaks are less likely to give you food poisoning than a burger - exposure risk is a function of surface area and mixing, and ground meat has a lot more surface area to get contaminated). I’ve eaten steak that was essentially raw in the middle. I would never do that for a burger - the health risks are too great.

So starting out, you have to balance vitamin/mineral issues by adding premix and making sure that the animal gets enough of it, but also that the food is safe. And not just from a microbial standpoint either! Let’s talk about something that would be an issue for your rat example: parasites. Wild animals are, unfortunately, a lot more likely to have parasites that could be passed on to your pets. Domestic livestock such as pigs and cattle are given antiparasitics on a regular basis to prevent that, and their feed is closely monitored to prevent contamination. You are unlikely to get parasites from eating farmed meat. Wild-caught meat of any species? Even freezing won’t get everything - there’s plenty of freeze-resistant parasites out there that could be passed on to your pet even if you froze the carcass first. Even people who feed feeder mice/rats to reptiles have to be cautious and buy from reputable sources, and it’s a lot easier to spread parasites between mammals than from mammal -> reptile. Wild-caught and farmed fish are also a source of parasites that can infect you or your pets if eaten raw (unless frozen first in a commercial freezer, which is a lot colder than a home freezer, and frozen for a longer time period). 

SO, if you could find a safe, parasite-free source of feeder rats, and feed them whole to your pets. That’s an option, albeit one that would be fairly expensive on a per day basis (dogs and cats eat more than a snake would because of the warm-blooded metabolism) and could also be fairly messy, plus you’d have to make sure you cleaned up thoroughly after. 

Raw frozen diets that are meant to be thawed are a better option - they can be balanced with added vitamins and minerals just like other diets, and the freezing will eliminate some of the contamination concerns, as long as you don’t leave it out long enough that it would start to spoil. I would be more comfortable with someone feeding a raw/frozen diet that was already vitamin/mineral balanced (not all are!) than trying the whole prey route. But again, you have to be VERY CAREFUL re microbial contamination and spoilage risk.

Given that a lot of the people I know tend to be more comfortable putting kibble/canned food out and letting their pets eat the meal’s amount over time (this is more of a cat thing than a dog thing, admittedly, cats will eat multiple smaller meals while a dog will harf their meal down in one go most of the time), I would be more comfortable with people feeding more temperature-stable diets. I am much more comfortable with people trying it for dogs than cats.

That said, a raw diet that had been previously frozen could be an option for some dog owners as long as they were very clear about sourcing from a reputable company that provided balanced diets, and made sure the food either got eaten relatively shortly after being put out, or put any leftovers back in the freezer until the next feeding time. I would not be comfortable with feeding raw meat + a premix, or whole carcasses, unless I knew the person was being very careful about balance, sourcing, and cleanup. 

TL;DR? In most cases, not a good idea. I know people out there who have done it with commercial diets, and it worked out ok, but for most people? A lot of hassle, a lot of risk.

Little Nightmares (CONTAINS SPOILERS)

(also mention of suicide, abuse, abortion and sex)

I can take some things at face value. This wasn’t one of those things.

I’ve played some games in a horror genre before, namely “creepypasta” games like Slenderman or the ever popular Five Nights at Freddy’s. I typically avoid horror games that have gore or anything really explicit.

A game called “Little Nightmares” came out recently and I decided it looked well made enough that it might be worth a play-through.

If you don’t know anything about the game; it’s a horror game without text that starts you off in the cellar of a man-made island called the maw. You’re a child named Six working to escape this place, where obese people come onto the island to (probably) eat themselves to death, gorging on meat and anything remotely similar (including yourself if you’re not careful).

The game starts out in what loosely like a child’s nursery, and one of the first things you’ll pass is a man’s dangling pair of legs where he clearly hung himself, and what is most likely a suicide note can be seen on the floor below.

Six is plagued by debilitating hunger pangs - she can scarcely move when she gets them. On top of being rendered nearly immobile, the lights flicker and she begins to hum an eerie tune. The first time this happens, a shadowed figure in the background throws you a piece of bread, which Six scarfs down and is able to continue the journey.

As you go forward, the disturbing reality of the Maw begins to become clear. What look like small children are kept in cages, raised presumably until they’re ready, and taken away to be wrapped up like chunks of meat and sent off to the kitchen where they are processed and ground into sausages. It all seems sort of vague at first but hindsight is 20/20 - there’s a nursery but no children, then children in cages, then wrapped bodies dangling from meat hooks, then sausages. Lots of sausages.

As you progress, you meet pale figures with masks over their heads called Nomes. They’re smaller than Six, and scared of her in the beginning, but if you’re able to approach one, you can give it a hug, at which point they then begin to gain trust and even follow you around.

After leaving the cellar - where you see the nursery, the cages, children being dragged away in said cages - you go onto the kitchen. Six grows hungry again and this time, is desperate enough to eat a chunk of completely raw meat. Throughout the kitchen level you get to see and avoid two gluttonous creatures who are mostly occupied chopping, slicing, and grinding meat of seemingly every origin - pig, fish, and what is very likely human flesh.

Before you pass this portion of the game, Six again grows hungry. This time, a rat is caught in a trap and she eats the half-living creature much to my disgust.

You continue forward only to see what this food is processed for. You reach the outer part of the maw and watch as dozens of passengers, all overweight, board the island from a ferry. They’re practically cattle driven through narrow pathways into dining quarters where they eat and drink themselves away, scarfing down anything and anyone they can get their grubby hands on. You briefly see a woman dressed in Geisha attire overseeing this “cattle drive”, and once you pass through this dining area, you reach the final zone which is the Lady’s Lair.

Six grows hungry once again. This time she meets a Nome in a hallway, and the Nome, noticing her hunger, offers her a sausage. She instead grabs the Nome and eats it alive.

The game ends after the Lady’s Lair. I presume that the Lady is Six’ mother, because she stands in front of a mirror brushing her hair while singing the same tune Six hums when she becomes famished. However if you approach the Lady directly, she kills you on sight with a single look. And although she stares into a mirror, it’s shattered, along with dozens of other mirrors in her lair. The only way to defeat her is to uncover a mirror small enough for Six to carry, that hasn’t been shattered, and force her to see her own reflection. After repeating this so many times she at last is too weak to fight.

At the end of the battle, Six grows hungry once again. The only option is to approach the Lady, and Six eats her, gaining her dark powers.

The final scene involves Six walking back through the dining. This time however, as the gluttonous creatures reach out to grab and eat her, their life force is drained from them and drawn into Six. She’s then able to leave the ship.

Alright so - at face value, you can’t help but think it’s just some really sick twisted but charmingly stylized horror game with decent gameplay, wherein your character is desperate and will do anything, including eating the flesh of what is very likely her own mother, in order to escape this corrupt place. There is still DLC to be released which may give a more in depth explanation of the story, but as of right now, it has been left open to interpretation.

Now it’s time to theorize.

A lot of players have looked into it and decided that the most plausible explanation is that the game is an allegory for child abuse victims. They speculate that the morbid setting of the world is how abuse can amplify a child’s fear of everything. Don’t get me wrong - I agree with this and think that this is probably a very likely explanation, but I want take it a step further.

My own interpretation is that this game is indeed an allegory for child abuse, but the greatest and most plentiful child abuse victims that exist in this day and age; victims of abortion.

Hear me out.

Throughout the game you see an empty nursery filled with children’s toys and yet no children to play with them. You see children in cages, being processed as meat and for what reason? To be fed to a mass that cares only about their own ravenous appetites.

Is it really just a game about mindless eaters? Or is it a morbid–albeit accurate—presentation of the sick reality of the world we live in?

I like to believe when horror games are made, that there is thought that goes into it. Stories don’t just come to be. Regardless of the genre of the game, everything is inspired, consciously or subconsciously, by something. And in this day and age, to make a blatant political statement on a platform such as gaming could only be done in a way that would be so discreet it might only be known by a few, or else the developers might lose their funding.

That being said - what does abortion satisfy? The seemingly endless sexual appetites of people. It allows us to continue to gorge ourselves, while we put our children into a meat grinder.

This is the first thing that stood out to me, but I then began to consider other things in hindsight that offered some support to my theory. I felt like the theory of child abuse was clear, but it didn’t elaborate and clarify enough aspects of the game to satisfy me.

The man who’s hung at the beginning is one of the few figures in the game that isn’t distorted. The men and women boarding the ship to eat are obscenely huge. The first creature you encounter (called the Janitor, who seems to tend to the nursery and lower quarters of the ship) has a massive head and short or non existent legs, as well as long arms. Next you encounter the chefs, twins who are obese as the passengers are, and seem to wear masks. However the man who committed suicide has proportionate legs and feet.

The other character who isn’t distorted, besides Six, is the Lady. She wears a mask and possesses a great and dark power, but otherwise her figure seems natural.

Follow me on this. I want to say that the man at the beginning of the came who committed suicide is Six’s father, and the Lady is her mother judging by the fact that Six shows to posses some of the Lady’s powers even before consuming her, and that Six knows the the same sad song.

Recall that the Lady is dressed as a Geisha. In the real world, the Geisha is a dying tradition, and it takes years of training to be a Geisha. However, traditionally, when they were more common, besides dancing and performing ceremonies, it wasn’t uncommon for Geishas to perform sexual favors for their guests. Perhaps you can see where I’m going with this.

Consider if Six was the sixth child that the Lady might have been forced to abort - or, worse yet, did abort - thus explaining her seemingly random name.

As a Geisha who might be expected to perform such favors, or perform in general - pregnancy would compromise her career. Six is also a female, and even in this day and age, females are highly aborted among Eastern Asians who firmly believe it would bring shame to their family if they did not bring forth a boy to continue their family line.

Now speculate if the Hanging Man is the husband - perhaps he wants for children and is discouraged. My theory forks in a few different directions here but I’ll expand on the one I’ve considered most.

Lets say that Six is an aborted child. You’re playing the game seeing through the eyes of a soul that is awake to the horrors of the world. Because she is one of the victims, she sees how the other children are being made victims, and we go through the game seeing essentially the steps of abortion - you start in the cellar which is the nursery for the children. Actual children who already exist. You see how they’re taken and put in cages, and their value as living creatures is taken away (they go from having beds and blocks to nothing but a cage). You proceed on to see them processed like meat, and ultimately given to the gluttonous. You see how an entire life is destroyed so one more obese man might have another bite, even though he’s full to bursting.

The Lady, the mother, is haunted by the memory of her child. When she sees you, she instantly kills you. More women than will ever be reported struggle after having aborted their child. They see their children’s face in the other children who would have been the same age. The thought of their child brings them agony. When the Lady sees you, she’s clearly afraid. She sees herself in your face, and vice versa - which is why all of the mirrors are broken and why she wears a mask. At the end of the game, her regret literally consumes her in the form of Six actually eating this woman. She is actually consumed with guilt, or by it rather. 

The man who hung himself was potentially abused by the Lady or manipulated. I want to think he wanted a better life - in the cellar, you initially emerge from a suitcase with photos taped on the inside, which likely belonged to him. Perhaps he was too afraid to stand up for his children, and it destroyed him. Perhaps he had seen this happen to several of the other children, and his cowardice led him to hang himself.

I would like to point out also - at one part of the game when you’re trapped in a cage alongside other children, all of the children are strangely stoic, as if asleep. They have large heads (like a developing child) and otherwise relatively shapeless, small bodies, and sit in a position reminiscent of a fetus. And consider Six’ size in comparison to the adults of her world.

I feel like the types of people in our society are very clearly highlighted in the game.

You have the husband, or the hanging man. Someone who sees the evil and does nothing about it, and it eventually leads him to his demise.

You have the Lady, who under the pressures of a societal standard sacrifices her children to uphold a certain image, and in doing so drives herself to insanity with her remorse.

You have the obese men and women, consumers who unlike the Lady who is remorseful, support this as a good thing because it feeds their appetites.

And then you have Six to represent the children - the small, voiceless people who can want nothing except to have a chance in the world.

Another thing to consider are the shoes.

Shoes are everywhere in the game. It can’t be said whether the gluttonous people on the ship are killed, and fed the next batch of guests, and their shoes are just a byproduct of this; however that would beg the question of why children would have to die if there was a much greater source of meat available. Also it makes you wonder where the rest of the clothes are.

My younger brother presented the one theory that in Japanese culture it’s not uncommon for those who are about to commit suicide to take their shoes off and leave them somewhere. For example, if you see a pair of shoes on a bridge, it’s a good indicator that someone jumped to their death.

However I’m not entirely convinced that the guests are conscious enough to be driven to suicide. I feel more as though shoes represent what could have been - there are no children to “fill the shoes” of their parents.

Perhaps I’ll go over and expand on this later, but I wanted to put this out here. I could be reading way too far into it - in the end, it’s “just a game”, and you can take it for what you like. Ultimately I would rather this be a game that speaks for those who can’t speak for themselves, instead of a game where we see a little girl gradually corrupted by the world she lives in.

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Beltane -  On the cusp between spring and summer, Beltane is a fire festival that celebrates the fertility of the coming year.

Beltane is a Celtic word which means ‘fires of Bel’ (Bel was a Celtic deity). It is a fire festival that celebrates of the coming of summer and the fertility of the coming year.

Celtic festivals often tied in with the needs of the community. In spring time, at the beginning of the farming calendar, everybody would be hoping for a fruitful year for their families and fields.

Beltane rituals would often include courting: for example, young men and women collecting blossoms in the woods and lighting fires in the evening. These rituals would often lead to matches and marriages, either immediately in the coming summer or autumn.

Other festivities involved fire which was thought to cleanse, purify and increase fertility. Cattle were often passed between two fires and the properties of the flame and the smoke were seen to ensure the fertility of the herd.

Today Pagans believe that at Beltane the God (to whom the Goddess gave birth at the Winter Solstice) achieves the strength and maturity to court and become lover to the Goddess. So although what happens in the fields has lost its significance for most Pagans today, the creation of fertility is still an important issue.

Emma Restall Orr, a modern day Druid, speaks of the 'fertility of our personal creativity’. (Spirits of the Sacred Grove, pub. Thorsons, 1998, pg.110). She is referring to the need for active and creative lives. We need fertile minds for our work, our families and our interests.

Fire is still the most important element of most Beltane celebrations and there are many traditions associated with it. It is seen to have purifying qualities which cleanse and revitalise. People leap over the Beltane fire to bring good fortune, fertility (of mind, body and spirit) and happiness through the coming year.

Although Beltane is the most overtly sexual festival, Pagans rarely use sex in their rituals although rituals often imply sex and fertility. The tradition of dancing round the maypole contains sexual imagary and is still very popular with modern Pagans.

The largest Beltane celebrations in the UK are held in Edinburgh. Fires are lit at night and festivities carry on until dawn. All around the UK fires are lit and private celebrations are held amongst covens and groves (groups of Pagans) to mark the start of the summer.

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Queen’s Gallery (Set 7), Buckingham Palace by Rex Harris

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<br />Gourlay Steell (1819-94) - Highland cattle in the Pass of Leny, 1876

Gourlay Steell RSA (1819-1894) was a 19th-century Scottish artist.

-looking over head collection-

“Hmmm… archon, archon, heliarch, archreaver, archreaver, archreaver… speed freek, more speed freeks… daemonette… traitor, traitor…

I am starting to feel as though I have bested the fastest the galaxy could throw at me. Surely there are yet more- wait!

Metal-men and blue cattle-creatures! Show me what passes for bikes amongst your pathetic kind!”

What has my child done to you?

Did my child hurt you? Did my baby take your candy? Did my child ate your food?

What has my baby done to you?

What has my baby done to you for you to come with missiles hovering my home just to kill my baby?

She is a child, she could barely utter the word Mama, she smiles when you touch her face, she cries at night but she stops when I carry her. Is it her crying that bothers you? Is it her smile that envies you?

What has my baby done to you?

He is a little boy that wants to play, he is so good at football and when he kicks the ball it goes for a win, is this the reason why you killed my boy? because he is a good player?

What has my baby done to you?

My cries do not affect your heart, my whining doesn’t reach the ears, my pain doesn’t mean anything to you, but to Allah we complain, our hearts are shattered with the endless killing of our brethren.

How can the death of someone bring such joy to someone’s heart?

How could you kill an innocent child who just wants to live his life, to finish his studies, to help his family, and one day become a doctor or an engineer and have his own family?

My heart asks, who are you to interfere? Who are you to take his life? What has my baby done to you?

Look at the pictures of these children, how can a baby who barely walks who just learned how to walk be a terrorist?

Look closely to their smiles for these are smiles that will never be seen again, for you have made their names nothing but just names on a list.

What have these children do to you?

How can you comfort a heart of a mother who longs for her child? How can you comfort a heart of a father who wanted to see how his baby would grow up? How can you comfort a heart of a brother or a sister who misses his or her best companion?

Do you have any idea, how these kids go on with their daily lives? Let me quote the wordings of Khalid Elmezaini:

“Last night was the worst night by far. Around 1 am the bombing was so intense that we decided to huddle together as a family in the living room away from the windows. Then a huge blast, so powerful it felt like the building was going to collapse. We hear screaming from the floor above us.

We rush to the door, there is a woman carrying her 3 children running downstairs, "they hit our apartment” she screamed repeatedly. Was this a roof knock? Was her apartment really hit? Myself and 2 more ran upstairs to see, all we can see is smoke in her apartment, the bedrooms where her children sleep have smashed walls, a missile has hit her home.

We couldn’t take chances. With the cloths on our backs we all ran downstairs to the ground floor. Do we leave? Where do we go? There is no place to go. And if we make a run for it they will target us, they always target moving groups. We decided that the 23 families should stay on the ground floor near the stairs. The children were crying, so were their mothers, it was chaotic.

Then an even bigger bomb, louder than the first, the whole building shook, rubble flying onto our building, windows and glass smashing everywhere. We took our shahada, we were convinced this is our last night, that we wouldn’t make it.

The bombing was intense, everywhere, north, south, east, west, it was random, every minute non-stop, we were just waiting our turn, like cattle for slaughter. 4 hours passed, non-stop shelling, then we can hear them coming, by their sound, the F16 fighter jets have arrived.

By the time we made that realization, an explosion so powerful dropped us to the ground, rubble and smoke flew in, then quickly another closer one, then a third one a little further. All we could see are huge fire balls in the sky, light almost turning around corners. Moments later, a funny smell, we ran for any wet cloth, water on shirt and over the face will do.

Time has passed, it was quiet for an hour. Was it over? The sun is now up, and we were happy to see it. We knew the zionist don’t hit as hard in day light as they do at night, where the cameras can’t capture the full scale of the destruction.

We decided to go back to the lower level apartments, we were tired, we huddled and slept close to the door when deep down we knew that just like there is no where safe in Gaza, no place in our house is safer than any other.


Every house was hit, every building, every mosque, they have no targets, they do not know what they are doing.


This isn’t a fictional story, this is how we spent last night. And if the zionist think that this will scare us into submission, they need to think again, we only submit to Allah, we will never give up, we live and die with dignity and honour.“
Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un.

No words can describe the things they are going through there.

Tell me, how can we answer a mother who asks "what has my baby done for them to kill him?”

Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un.

As Muslims, we need to repent, do righteous deed and ask for forgiveness and ask Allah Azza Wa Jall for help for it is said in the Qur'an:

[1] “Indeed Allah will help those who help Him. Indeed Allah is Exalted in Might, All-Powerful.”

[2] Note: Allah explains in this noble ayah that He has sworn to help and give victory to those who help Him. It is known that the help and victory of Allah comes by following what He has prescribed, obeying His commend, avoiding His prohibitions, by helping His Messengers and their followers, aiding His Religion and fighting against His enemies and overpowering them - until the word of Allah is made uppermost, whilst the word of His enemies is debased and mode low.

Then Allah explains the characteristics of those whom He has promised would receive His help and victory, distinguishing them from others. So He said - explaining those to whom He swore He would aid and give victory to - because He is the one to aid and give victory:

[3] “Those who, if We establish them in the earth, establish the prayer, give the Zakat, enjoin the good and forbid the evil.”

And that which this noble ayah indicates is that whosoever aids Allah, then Allah will aid Him. This is clearly explained in other than this place, such as His sayings:

[4]“Allah has promised to those amongst you who believe and do righteous actions that He will grant you the khilafah in the land.”
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I want to leave you with a thing to ponder about, we ask for the Help fo Allah Azza Wa Jall, but after reading these verses, about the prayer, the zakat, the good and the evil, do you think with our deeds, the Help of Allah Azza Wa Jall would come?

Let us renew our faith, return to Allah, for indeed Allah helps those who help Him, those who remember Him. Help these children by helping yourself get back to Allah Azza Wa Jall.
And we pray that Allah Azza Wa Jall enlightens our hearts to become firm establishers of salah, enjoining what is good and forbidding what is evil.

Amin.

Zohayma
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F.N.

[1] Qur'an: 22:40
[2] Tafsir Imam Ash Shanqiti
[3] Qur'an 22:41
[4] 24:55

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

— 

Anthem For Doomed Youth

By Wilfred Owen

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

—  Wilfred Owen
Anthem for Doomed Youth
For Memorial Day

Anthem for Doomed Youth - Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)

  What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
–Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
   No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
   What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
   Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

The Thinker, William Orpen, ca. 1918

Early Occult Memory Systems of the Lower Midwest

BY B. H. FAIRCHILD In his fifth year the son, deep in the backseat    of his father’s Ford and the 

mysterium

  of time, holds time in memory with words, 

night, this night

, on the way to a stalled rig south    of Kiowa Creek where the plains wind stacks    the skeletons of weeds on barbed-wire fences    and rattles the battered DeKalb sign to make    the child think of time in its passing, of death.  Cattle stare at flat-bed haulers gunning clumps    of black smoke and lugging damaged drill pipe    up the gullied, mud-hollowed road. 

Road, this   

road

. Roustabouts shouting from the crow’s nest    float like Ascension angels on a ring of lights.    Chokecherries gouge the purpled sky, cloud-  swags running the moon under, and starlight    rains across the Ford’s blue hood. 

Blue, this blue. 

Later, where black flies haunt the mud tank,    the boy walks along the pipe rack dragging  a stick across the hollow ends to make a kind    of music, and the creek throbs with frog songs,    locusts, the rasp of tree limbs blown and scattered.    The great horse people, his father, these sounds,    these shapes saved from time’s dark creek as the car    moves across the moving earth: 

world, this world

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Wait, What's the Date Again?

Title: Wait, What’s the Date Again?

Pairing: Reader x Dean

Words: 2,479

Warnings: Swearing

Requests: This is probably a long shot but it’s my birthday tomorrow (23rd January-I’m on uk time) and I wondered if I could have a little one shot maybe about dean celebrating the readers birthday like taking her to the fare or just anywhere? I know it’s a long shot because it’s so soon 🙈

A/n: Happy belated birthday to raisinghell-like-winchesters, who requested this, and I hope you like it! Also, you were born on National Pie Day. I’m sure Dean’s super jealous. Speaking of the handsome devil, had I remembered beforehand that his birthday was today, I might’ve done a birthday one for him, too. Eh, maybe I’ll do that one sometime in the near future or something.

Anywho, as usual, enjoy and feel free to tell me what you think!

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You crawl out of bed one morning, your body heavy with sleep and still sore from a hunt a few days before. You’re glad to have a few days of rest in between hunts. Occasionally, when you’re trying to track something big, it’s hunt after hunt after hunt, but lately the cases have been coming in a little slow, so down time is all you have.

And you don’t mind it one bit.

Stretching your arms into the air, you let out a long groan as some of your tight muscles start to loosen, and afterwards you slip your feet into your slippers and leave the warmth of your room for the much cooler hallway. Your feet patter along the tile floor as you walk, your bare arms hugging each other across your chest as you try to stay warm in your pj pants and oversized short sleeved shirt.

“God, what do we live in, an ice box?” You say mostly to yourself as you enter the main living room. You’re surprised to receive a response.

“Morning, Y/n,” You brows raise as you see Dean sitting at one of the many wooden tables, smiling at you warmly. “I made you some coffee, black with a little bit of sugar, just the way you like it. Hopefully, it’ll help warm you up.” You see the steaming cup sitting in front of the chair across from him, and you smile and start to approach him, sliding into the chair across from him as your fingers wind through the porcelain handle of the cup.

You politely thank him, and you lift the cup to your lips before taking a small a small sip. Much to your surprise, you’re pleased to find that the coffee tastes exactly the way you like it, if not better. Dean had somehow known exactly how much sugar to add, and although you find it a little strange that he would pay that much attention to your preferences, it still goes down as a thoughtful gesture in your book.

As you slowly lower the cup into your lap, your hands resting on either side of it, you lift your head up to look at Dean and are caught off guard as you find that he’s already doing the same to you, his bright green eyes looking at you with such an intensity that it causes you to shy away. You bite your lip as your eyes dart down to the table, then to your other surrounds as you basically search for anything to look at other than him.

The silence soon becomes overwhelming heavy and undeniably awkward, so you force yourself to open your mouth. “So where’s Sam?” You ask, your eyes drawing themselves back to Dean’s. The trance he’s in suddenly breaks, and this time, he’s the one who looks away.

“Oh, uh,” Dean’s voice comes out sounding odd, and he clears his throat. “He went out to run some errands,” He replies. “Won’t be back until later this evening.” Right after seeing your crestfallen face, he rushes to add, “I know you wanted to do something today, we all did, believe me. But I was thinking that, I don’t know, maybe we could do something instead. Just the two of us,”

Your mouth opens partially as you try to come up with a proper response, but all that comes out is a small huff of air and a strangled sound, an you purse your lips. “I … Uh … “

“If you don’t want to do anything today, then that’s … That’s fine. We can wait for Sam.” Dean says, but you quickly shake your head, offering him a small smile.

“No, no, Dean, it’s fine, really. We can do something if you want.”

“You sure? It’s your day, Y/n.”

Smiling, you let out a small laugh. “It’s not my day, Dean. It’s not like there’s literally a national holiday based on me, like President’s day or even National Cheeseburger Day.”

Dean suddenly notices something and his brows furrow as he looks at you amusedly. “Really, Y/n? Did you seriously forget?”

“I don’t understand what you mean,” You reply in confusion, and Dean starts to shake his head, a small disbelieving smile pulling at one corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, as if struck with an idea, he freezes, his smile curing into a wide, slightly mischievous grin.

“Oh,” He says with a slight chuckle as his plan solidifies in his head. “I know what we should do.”

——————-

“Are you seriously not going to tell me where we’re going?”

“Nope.”

“Really, Dean? Not even the teeniest, tiniest hint?”

“Not even the slightest.” You huff frustratedly at his response and jut your bottom lip out into a pout as you cross your arms. As you let out an deep sigh, you lean your head against the window, trying to occupy yourself with the passing trees and occasional herd of cattle and silently hope you’ll be arriving at your destination, wherever it may be, soon.

We’re in the middle of fucking nowhere.” You mumble, not expecting Dean to hear. But he does and laughs, glancing at you from behind the steering wheel of the impala.

“Geez louise, Y/n, hold your pea-pickin’ little horses. We’re almost there.”

You scoff and roll your eyes as you look out the window. “Almost where? Unless you’ve suddenly takin’ a liking to the boring and completely mundane, I don’t see how any part of this is gonna be the least bit exciting.”

Dean shakes his head, not taking his eyes off the raps in front of him. “Not everything has to have the potential threat of death looming over your head to be exciting, Y/n, trust me. There’s more to life than the jobs or just hunter lifestyle.”

“Like women?”

He laughs again as he nods his head. “Women most definitely being one of them,” A small smile plays on his lips as he twists the steering wheel in his hands and pulls the car around a corner. “But places like this are a completely different kind of exciting.”

You open your mouth to respond, your brows knitted together in confusion, but the words catch in your mouth when you see exactly what he means. In front of you is a large field, which would’ve been completely boring on it’s own, but with the rows and rows of different booths and tents and the large crowd of people swarming in and around it, the whole thing goes from a about a negative one to a ten on the excitement scale. A large sign raised above the entrance catches your attention, and after reading it, your face lights up in recognition and you let out a high-pitched squeal.

“No way, No fucking way, You breathe, amazed. “You brought me to a fair?” Your mouth hangs open in disbelief, a small smile pulling at the corners. Dean nods, appearing to be pleased with your reaction.

“Not just any fair, Y/n,” He says, his green eyes carrying a gleam of excitement in them.. “The Kansas State Fair.”

As he parks the car in an empty spot you begin to fidget restlessly, your body reeling with excitement, and before he can even shut off the engine, you’re already ripping off your seatbelt and flying out the door, with him calling after you. You take off in a dead run for the ticket booth, and it’s not long before Dean catches up to you, his long legs allowing him to move at a pace much closer to a jog rather than a run.

“Dude, unless you intend on paying, I suggest you slow down,” He says from beside you, but you only flash him a wide grin and push yourself to run faster, taking off ahead of him.

“C’mon, you big slowpoke!” You call over your shoulder. “Last one there’s a rotten egg!” Dean groans and mutters something to himself before he starts to pick up the pace and race after you, now actually having to run some in order to keep up with you. It’s not very long before you come to a halt in front of the ticket booth, unable to wipe off the eager smile on your face. Dean’s only a few seconds behind you, and after he comes to a stop beside you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath, he stares at you dumbfounded.

“Why are you not dying right now?” He asks in between breathes. You laugh, a little winded as well, but having a background like yours does wonder for your overall level of fitness. Sheepishly, you scratch the back of your neck and shrug.

“I did track all four years of high school, won state three years in a row.” You confess, and Dean’s brows raise as he gives you an impressed look.

“Yep. You’re awesome.”

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The sound of Dean’s deep chuckling fills your ears as you eagerly pull him through the crowd, your eyes set on something on the other end. He loves this side of you. The child-like wonder and seeming endless grin on your face. It really was like you were a kid again, and that made him want to feel like one, too. After walking a ways, he finally stops beside you at a booth and chuckles.

“Ducks? You want to shoot ducks?” The bright classic yellow toy ducks moved along in two rows behind the counter, making small noises and quacks just like the real animal. You nod you head once, flashing him one of your signature smiles, and he returns his as he fishes money out of his wallet and hands a few bills to the man behind the counter. The man hands you each a toy gun and before long you’re both shooting away at the ducks, and one by one they fall.

“And you’ve won, sir! Which prize would you like?” The man turns and uses his hands to gesture at the various sized prizes along the wall. “We’ve got bears, basket balls, ducks, dogs,” He looks over at you and watches with a small smile as your eyes scan over each of the prizes with interest. “Maybe something for your girl, perhaps?”

What he says immediately catches your attention and you’re quick to correct him. “Oh, we’re not—” you gesture to the both of you, but Dean interrupts you before you can finish, pointing to something on the wall.

“That one on the left. Yeah, the bear,” The man hands it to him, and you realize with a laugh that it’s almost as big as you.

“Geez, Dean, that thing’s almost as big as me!” You say. He chuckles, nodding his head in agreement as he holds out the bear to you. You’re taken by surprise at first, and your eyes look up at his, and corners of his eyes pull tight as he smiles. Still hesitant, you slowly take the bear from him, your face softening as you notice how soft the fur of the stuffed animal is underneath your fingers

“Thanks,” You mumble, trying to ignore the flush of your cheeks or the odd fluttering in your stomach.

Later as you walk with Dean, a corn dog in your hand, and your new favorite stuffed animal, which you named Charlie, riding on the back of Dean’s shoulders, you find yourself asking a question that you’d forgotten you wanted to ask.

“So what’s with all this? The coffee, coming to the fair, the bear,”

Dean looks over at you still not believing that you haven’t caught on, even this far in the day after all these hours. “Do you seriously still not — Y/n, what day is it?”

You shrug. “I think it might be Saturday?”

“No, I mean like the date. Like what’s the actual date?” Again you shrug, and Dean rolls his eyes, turning to a random passerby for the answer instead. He taps the man’s shoulder and waits for him to turn around. “Hi, um. You wouldn’t happen to know today’s date, now, would you?”

The man’s brows knit together for a moment before he remembers, and then he casually replies with the date. After the man goes on his way, Dean turns back to you, and waits for your reaction.

Suddenly, it clicks, and afterwords you find yourself feeling like the world’s biggest idiot.

“You have got to be shitting me,” you finally reply, your eyes widened in disbelief. “That’s today? My birthday’s today? But I though it wasn’t for a few more months.”

Dean chuckles, finding the fact that you managed to forget about your birthday completely and totally amusing, and also kind of adorable, although he’d probably never admit that. “I guess time sure does fly when everything’s trying to kill you.” He replies, unable to hide his smile as he watches your nose scrunch up in thought, and he ruffles the top of your hair, forcing you to relax and let out a surprised laugh.

“Hey! Stop it!” Your laugh — Dean’s never really noticed it until today, but it’s a nice sound, something really beautiful. He loves being able to hear something like that come from you, loves being able to say or do something to make you laugh. Or smile. He loves your smile.

This is weird. Suddenly, he’s struck with feelings he’s never really known before, but he doesn’t want to ignore them or throw them away like they’re nothing because they’re not, and God knows how long it’ll be before one of you dies. Again. No, in due time he’ll tell you. Until then, though, he’ll just listen to the sound of your laugh and admire the way your face looks when you smile.

He lifts up the fabric of his sleeve to read his watch. “It’s getting late. Sam’s probably home now with the cake.”

“Cake? You got me a cake, too?”

He nods. “And presents,” Your mouth falls open slightly and he grins. “Hey, just because you forgot your birthday doesn’t mean Sam and I did, too!” You laugh, and Dean’s heart warms at the sound.

“Race you to the car!” You take off in a dead run for the parking lot, and Dean rolls his eyes, a small smile on his lips as he chases after you.

WHAT IF THIS HAPPEN AT YOUR HOUSE

Last night was the worst night by far.
Please read and help share this with the world. Words you wouldn’t usually read. 
By Khalid Elmezaini from Gaza.

“Last night was the worst night by far. Around 1 am the bombing was so intense that we decided to huddle together as a family in the living room away from the windows. Then a huge blast, so powerful it felt like the building was going to collapse. We hear screaming from the floor above us. We rush to the door, there is a woman carrying her 3 children running downstairs, "they hit our apartment” she screamed repeatedly. Was this a roof knock? Was her apartment really hit? Myself and 2 more ran upstairs to see, all we can see is smoke in her apartment, the bedrooms where her children sleep have smashed walls, a missile has hit her home. We couldn’t take chances. With the cloths on our backs we all ran downstairs to the ground floor. Do we leave? Where do we go? There is no place to go. And if we make a run for it they will target us, they always target moving groups. We decided that the 23 families should stay on the ground floor near the stairs. The children were crying, so were their mothers, it was chaotic. Then an even bigger bomb, louder than the first, the whole building shook, rubble flying onto our building, windows and glass smashing everywhere. We took our shahada, we were convinced this is our last night, that we wouldn’t make it. The bombing was intense, everywhere, north, south, east, west, it was random, every minute non-stop, we were just waiting our turn, like cattle for slaughter. 4 hours passed, non-stop shelling, then we can hear them coming, by their sound, the F16 fighter jets have arrived. By the time we made that realization, an explosion so powerful dropped us to the ground, rubble and smoke flew in, then quickly another closer one, then a third one a little further. All we could see are huge fire balls in the sky, light almost turning around corners. Moments later, a funny smell, we ran for any wet cloth, water on shirt and over the face will do. Time has passed, it was quiet for an hour. Was it over? The sun is now up, and we were happy to see it. We knew the zionist don’t hit as hard in day light as they do at night, where the cameras can’t capture the full scale of the destruction. We decided to go back to the lower level apartments, we were tired, we huddled and slept close to the door when deep down we knew that just like there is no where safe in Gaza, no place in our house is safer than any other.
Every house was hit, every building, every mosque, they have no targets, they do not know what they are doing.
This isn’t a fictional story, this is how we spent last night. And if the zionist think that this will scare us into submission, they need to think again, we only submit to GOD, we will never give up, we live and die with dignity and honour.“

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Looking back, her photography has been referenced to understand or correct historical accounts. Since mountain bikes evolved over time from pre-WWII cruiser bikes, it can be hard for people to remember when a certain part was made or when a particular race happened. By looking at this extensive collection of photographs we can say ‘oh in this photo they had part X and not part Y on their bike.“

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