From the highest pillar palace in the land, a weary Saturn princess rests her pretty little head. Her view from the mountain top balcony is exquisite and she stands maternally, sympathetically, and lovingly guarding her commoners. Her palace is filled with gold and silver rings, replicas of her battles and triumphs with Saturn. Saturn would call her his chosen one and marvel at her ability to overcome any landslide he directed to block her path. She could be like a Goddess, throwing invisible swords into wars that only she could see and conquer. Mars exalts in Capricorn and there is no lack of fight and fear strangling her bones. She was caged by the fire breathing dragon and forced to escape by herself, she was given no mother or father to direct her, she didn’t write about a Prince Charming coming to save her, she abolished luck for labour, and given no option for failure. She knew as a young child that she was destined for greatness and began her upward climb the moment she could set goals and replicate what the adults were doing. As a child she protested her own small size and lack of autonomy, and she couldn’t wait to finally be able to provide herself with everything she needed, because no one ever had before.
She relentlessly works on behalf of her palace and people, they are like her family. And she is the same with her little family. She wants to provide, create righteous law, support, and lead the way with expertise. As they look up at her as Queen, she inspires followers with resolve and admirable strength of character. She is a Queen that rules alone and can see the personal potential in each of her subjects, encouraging them toward a life of greatness and pride. From this high pillar in the land the lights can be blinding and striking. Her silver Saturn rings flicker like cosmic gems and everything she has worked so hard to build for herself illuminates around and within her. But it can also be dark around the palace, the Saturn shadow can brood, and intimidate, and she can glue grey clouds in the sky with her sad and despairing moods, causing acid rain to fall on her palace. This is her self destruction creeping in as she begins writing her success story, because she gets heavy waves of hopelessness, inadequacy, undeservingness, and feeling like it’s all too much for her. Of course it isn’t, she is not just a cosmic diplomat but she has fought wars for her people and built everything by hand. With her sweetly structured bones she may look delicate as she sleeps, but God rests while she does, filling her dreams with more visions.
This film interviews women of all branches of the military
to discuss their sexual assaults while serving. Their stories touch on “the
lack of recourse to an impartial justice system, reprisals against survivors
instead of against perpetrators, the absence of adequate emotional and physical
care for survivors, the unhindered advancement of perpetrators’ careers, and
the forced expulsion of survivors from service.”
- Over 20% of female veterans have been sexually
assaulted while serving
- It’s estimated half a million women have been
sexually assaulted while in the military
- 80% do not report their assaults
- Reported cases were often given to men to handle
because women were too sympathetic and always took the women’s side
- A navy study found 15% of incoming recruits attempted
or committed rape before entering the military (twice the percentage of equivalent
- Women who have been raped in the military have a
PTSD rate higher than men who have been in combat
- 33% of servicewomen did not report their rape because
the person to report to was a friend of the rapist
- 25% of
servicewomen did not report their rape because the person to report to was
- Many of our closets NATO allies no longer allow
commanders to determine the prosecution of sexual assault cases
- In December 2011, the court dismissed the
survivors’ lawsuit ruling that rape is an occupational hazard of military
Russell T Davies tells the story of the Last Great Time War
From the 2006 Doctor Who Annual. Most notable for identifying the two previous Time Wars, describing the Time War’s overall history (including
Genesis of the Daleks and The Apocalypse Element), and introducing “You are not alone” a year and a half before series 3. (Extra bonus points for calling the Time War “the War” and using the phrase “lesser species”, just in case you thought it was different from the Faction Paradox one …)
When the Doctor came to Earth – to track down the Nestene Consciousness and its plastic servants, the Autons – he had no intention of finding a human companion. He’d had fellow travellers alongside him before, of course, and most of them human. His favourite species! But that was in the old days, when the universe seemed young and fresh and more inclined to friendly gestures.
The universe, since then, had changed. At least for the Doctor.
There had been a War, the Great Time War between the Daleks and the Time Lords. There had been two Time Wars before this – the skirmish between the Halldons and the Eternals, and then the brutal slaughter of the Omnicraven Uprising – and on both occasions, the Doctor’s people had stepped in to settle the matter. The Time Lords had a policy of non-interference in the affairs of the universe, but on a higher level, in affairs of the Time Vortex, they assumed discreetly the role of protectors. They were the self-appointed keepers of the peace. Until forced to fight.
Very early Deus Ex: Invisible War screenshots, from when the game still looked good. I didn’t think any survived!
Story time: The art director for this game did an amazing job. The game had huge maps, colorful high-rez textures, dynamic lighting, and tons of detail. But then he had to leave Ion Storm and at the same time, this became a console game. The new guy is also amazingly talented, but he was lumped with a super pretty game that the systems simply couldn’t handle. So everything had to be cut down. I’ve dubbed this the Great Cut. After the Great Cut, the game kinda looked like turd in comparison to what it used to, and to other games coming out at the same time (HL2).
These screenshots were thus taken relatively early in development, and show how grandiose the levels looked. F
What does it mean when a screening of Kirby Dick’s new documentary about the ongoing (and seemingly unstoppable) epidemic of rape in the US Military,The Invisible War, is only attended by roughly 15 people?
Coupled with Panetta’s immediate reaction, the film’s critical success is another indicator of The Invisible War’s potential to promote actual change. That’s a feat few documentaries have been able to claim.
(It’s just too bad I missed the screening of Butter, the butter-carving comedy inexplicably part of the same film series. Butter carving is obviously an even more explosive, important topic.)
I was in a good mood this weekend so I guess I decided this double feature would be the one-two punch I needed to end all my future happiness.
But seriously, they’re both on Netflix and you should watch them, just be prepared for a lifetime of anger and despair. (Also, while you’re there watch Queen of Versailles which I think is still the best 2012 documentary I’ve seen in a less depressing vein.)
Where do I begin with this piece? I…normally feel pretty invisible in the Guild Wars 2 community, even among the small circle of people I consider friends. Then one day someone comes along and says “I see you, you’re worthy, you’ve always been worthy, and I care.” and it just blows me away.
I wish I could have done more to show how thankful I am. As it is, I hope they can accept my best. I haven’t done a mixed media piece like this in years.
Crayola, Primacolor Premier, acrylic paint and pencil on cold press 300 g/m2 watercolor paper.
Pairing: ginny weasley x blaise zabini Words: 2655 Link: ao3
disappear when they stop – they rage on. They simply become invisible.
the war inside of her for years after Voldemort was defeated. She felt it in
her bones, in the sensory overload she experienced, in the vicious pumping of
her heart, screaming for something.
tearing herself apart.
boxing classes to get rid of the rage and fought until her knuckles were
scarred and still bleeding. She threw herself into Quidditch and kept going and going until she had broken more bones than she could count.
talking about locking her up – just to help
her, just to guide her – when she found another way.
It was a
muggle therapist she’d started visiting in secret who suggested painting – and
when Ginny took up the brush, it became art.
splashes of red and black and green, blotches of dark, crooked light scratching
the surface, smudges of colour wiped across the canvas with her bare hands,
paint under her nails, paint in her hair, paint in her ears and eyes – she became art.