to form a family

I watched the Biography episode on Helio Gracie yesterday and it was super interesting. I never knew the history of Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and how he developed it and how their family formed the UFC partly just to prove that their artform was the best in the world.


Hey. I’m Talia and I’m disabled. Still working on typing that without anxiety or shame. I’m autistic and I have combined type ADHD. I didn’t talk until I was four. In middle school I went through bullying that triggered depression and anxiety disorders that I’ve been dealing with ever since. I’m 21 now and I have difficulty washing my hair regularly, doing my laundry or getting out of bed in the morning. I have sensory sensitivities which regularly disrupt my life, I’m fairly face-blind, my short term memory is highly unreliable and I’m almost entirely incapable of processing auditory lectures. I’ve struggled with self harm and disordered eating.

I’m also a national merit scholar, I was accepted to every art school I applied for, I’m a second semester game art student and I’ve been with my amazing girlfriend for nearly five years. I know I’ve had incredible advantages in the form of my financially secure, supportive family and my fantastic friends, but part of the credit for my achievements belongs to me. I am still here and I still get out of bed every morning. I am not a burden, I am a person, contributing to and taking from society like every other human being on this planet. And I shouldn’t have to waste my time pretending to be someone I’m not.

No, I’m not sad, my face just looks like that. And I’m not obligated to force my face into a smile, or make eye contact. And neither is anyone else. All my disabled comrades, we have worked so hard to be where we are right now and we deserve respect for that. And we should give ourselves that respect. Be kind to yourself; you are stronger than you know.


High school engineering students build robot and teamwork

Giovanni Balbuena’s family is from Mexico, and Karthik Maddur’s hails from India. Kevin Perez’s and Benny Menawere’s families came to New York from the Dominican Republic, but in Mr. Nunes’ robotics club at Saunders Trades and Technical High School, “We get to work together as one family,” said Patrick Silva DaCruz, whose parents are from Portugal and the Cape Verde Islands.

And that family has formed a championship robotics team to rally behind “Leonard,” a 74-inch, 120-pound robot that lives in a crate.

Named after Mr. Spock of “Star Trek,” played by actor Leonard Nimoy, the aluminum-framed robot was designed and constructed and is operated exclusively by this enthusiastic team of high school students from just north of New York City.

The nylon, fabricated rack-and-pinion crate ejector was made using 3-D printers, and the wiring systems allow the various electronic parts to talk to each other through a controlled area network, the same way the electrical components in a luxury automobile communicate.

Students included a shaft encoder, which brings the robotic arms to preset heights and gradually decelerates them and the cargo as they approach ground level.

Mecanum wheels, which look like regular tires with rollers attached to them, allow Leonard to move forward, backward and sideways, making the robot extremely maneuverable in small spaces.

Con Edison, the local energy supplier, generously fabricated parts for the competition robot, often taking designs that were doodled on the back of a napkin during lunch, and turning dreams into actual parts.

“The support they give us is priceless,” said robotics coach Jose Nunes, the enthusiastic teacher who started the club eight years ago.

The 24 electronics and computer circuitry students from Mr. Nunes’ robotics club will be jumping on a bus and heading to St. Louis for the 2015 FIRST Robotics Competition Game, which takes place April 22-25.

FIRST (For Inspiration and Recognition of Science and Technology) founder Dean Kamen, known for inventing the Segway, said he wanted “to transform our culture by creating a world where science and technology are celebrated and where young people dream of becoming science and technology leaders.”

During a recent practice behind drawn curtains on the school auditorium stage, Nunes stood behind his students and calmly offered encouragement to Giovanni Balbuena, who moved Leonard around, and Christian Giraldo, who raised and lowered the robotic arms, which were holding plastic boxes and a garbage can.

During the actual competition, a clock will be ticking as the team battles against two others. In Recycle Rush, an Earth Day-themed race, Leonard will drive onto the field with the garbage can and try to pick up as many as six plastic totes, stack them all vertically and return them to a loading platform in less than two and a half minutes.

Despite the tough competition from teams from around the world, the Saunders High School students practice what they call “gracious professionalism,” meaning they compete like crazy but treat one another with respect and kindness.

“A lot of people came in here not knowing how to talk to people,” said student Brian Rivera. “We’ve made a lot of friends and learned how to work together as a team.”   (David Handschuh/Yahoo News)

Photographs by David Handschuh/Yahoo News

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EXCLUSIVE: Misfits and Northern Soul star leads cast on London thriller.

Misfits and Northern Soul star Antonia Thomas is leading cast alongside Luke Norris (Poldark) and Eileen Davies (Sightseers) on London-set thriller Thea, which is now underway in the capital.

Directed by Nirpal Bhogal (Sket, Misfits) and produced by Uzma Hasan (The Infidel), the film is co-produced by Gareth Roberts and Jezz Vernon.

Thomas and Norris play a young couple whose lives are turned upside down when the birth of their first child is accompanied by terrifying entities that threaten their newly formed family.

Paul Hyett (The Woman in Black) is the creature designer while the team behind electro outfit Gazelle Twin will be comprising an original score under the moniker Newt and Benge.

The film is a co-production between Little House Productions and Moli Films and is the first of a slate announced by Screen earlier this year for which Metrodome is selling internationally and releasing in the UK/Ireland.[X]

R4R Diadem Directory: Sweden

The Leuchtenberg Sapphire Tiara

✦ Alternate names: None known

✦ First appearance: 1806

✦ Origin: Made by Marie-Etienne Nitot; given to Princess Augusta of Bavaria, Duchess of Leuchtenberg by Napoléon Bonaparte on the occasion of her marriage to his stepson Eugène de Beauharnais

✦ Journey to Sweden: Brought over by Queen Joséphine (daughter of Augusta) upon her marriage to Oscar I of Sweden and Norway in 1823

✦ Worn by: Typically, the most senior ranking female royal

1) Queen Josephine, 2) Queen Victoria, 3) Queen Louise, 4-5) Queen Silvia, 6) Princess Sibylla, 7) Princess Birgitta

✦ Bridal usage: None known

✦ Owned by: The Bernadotte Family Foundation

✦ Alternate forms: Once had detachable pearls; removable sapphires; part of a parure

Misfits and Northern Soul star Antonia Thomas is leading cast alongside Luke Norris (Poldark) and Eileen Davies (Sightseers) on London-set thriller Thea, which is now underway in the capital.

Thomas and Norris play a young couple whose lives are turned upside down when the birth of their first child is accompanied by terrifying entities that threaten their newly formed family.


I was born very far from where I’m supposed to be, and so, I’m on my way home.

Bill Review

Just somethings we’ve learned from Bill from the AMA:

  • He possibly had a family
  • He seems to want a human form
  • His real name isn’t Bill
  • He’s keeping tabs on the Pines 
  • He thinks Dippers real name is lame
  • He encourages young girls to do drugs
  • He curses 
  • He drinks margaritas apparently  
  • He dislikes Time Baby a lot
  • He is incredibly erratic
  • He thinks Wendy’s Mom has got it going on
  • He can’t see how kids love the taste of Cinnamon Toast Crunch
  • His idea of “pop culture” is old timey black and white music???
  • Life has a taste and it is Uracil, Cytosine and thymine 
  • Dipper has a long internet history of Red heads
  • He has seen everyone naked but wishes he hadn't 
  • The goat maybe wasn’t always a goat….
  • His friends are pictures of alphabet people 
  • Not some classy gentlemen but he a huge nerd
  • Bill seems to use big random words but many of them are references to real people or things

omgpadfoot asked:

What if Voldemort didn't offer Frank or Alice Longbottom a chance to sacrifice themselves for their child, his offering to spare Lily was only a whim based on a prior request to do so. What if he killed Alice and Frank without hesitation, and was able to kill defenseless little Neville. Then just to be safe, he tracked the Potter's down too. What if Snape didn't find out in time, and Lily was murdered without thought, and Harry shortly after.

What if Voldemort went after Harry and Neville, and gave no one a chance to die for them? What if both Chosen Ones died as children?

Gosh, we didn’t want to pull our punches today, did we. Okay, well, I guess here we go–

Because Voldemort wasn’t gone, because there was not a sudden flood of peace–they didn’t send enough Aurors to take down Sirius Black.

Instead of standing laughing in the street when they came to arrest him, Sirius ran. He Apparated away and went to find Remus, because they still had work to do.

That first meeting, after Remus got the news of Peter’s “death,” of everyone’s, was a difficult one. It was outside the wreck and ruin of the little cottage in Godric’s Hollow and that only made it worse. It had been the only place Sirius had been sure Remus would go that night.

“What a Halloween, eh, Moony?” he said from the bushes and Remus almost cursed him right there, until Sirius managed to shout and dodge and wave his hands enough to explain that they’d switched the Secret Keeper. Sirius started laughing when he saw Remus start to believe him, and it wasn’t the mad laughter of a man who had lost everything, because Sirius hadn’t, not quite.

When Remus buried his head into Sirius’s shoulder, outside the slightly smoking shell of Lily and James’s home, they both cried like the children they were.

In a different world, they would have had this reunion in the scarred confines of the Shrieking Shack, thirteen years too late. In a different world, Sirius would have been gaunt, grimy, gasping with demented fury. Remus would have been washed out, threadbare. They would both have looked far too old for their ages, but there would have been a boy with messy hair and his mother’s green eyes staring accusingly out at them. In a different world, Harry would have hated Sirius until he understood, and then he would have loved his godfather for the rest of his life.

If you asked them, the boys crying on Lily and James’s doorstep, or the skeleton of a wanted man and the wan ghost with the beast living under his skin– if you asked them which world they preferred, they’d have an easy answer for you.

But what did happen, in this story where they buried the Chosen Ones too early and there was no love to bring them back? They kept fighting. The war did not end. Voldemort had seven Horcruxes and he thought he was immortal. For now, he was.

In this world, there was no prophesied boy. Love was not magic; it was only soft touches and quiet words, promises they could not promise to keep. An extra piece of chocolate tucked into a packed lunch. A mother’s favorite earrings passed down and down, hand to hand. Love was not magic. It did not resurrect.

Halloween Night 1981 was one more night in a long fight, to almost everyone. This was not the first time whole families had been lost. This was not the last time they would bury children.

But that night, Augusta Longbottom withered. Peter Pettigrew shivered, somewhere, welcomed into plush halls with open arms. Petunia Dursley found only the milk on her doorstep in the morning.

When Remus took Sirius back to one of his safe houses, Remus drank the same way he had in that other reality–in mourning and not any kind of celebration. But this time, he did not drink alone.

Only Dumbledore curled in on himself over lost opportunity, knowing exactly how much hope they’d lost in those two houses, now empty, now cold. He knew about the prophecies, Sybil Trelawney’s hoarse forgotten promises. He knew how powerful Tom had become and he knew how much weight they had been hoping to put on the shoulders of those two lost boys. He knew Harry had had his mother’s eyes.

(Albus did not know, however, about Neville’s first word or that Harry had refused new, magical toys to instead chew and slobber on Lily’s favorite, soft old doll, which she had carried from a Muggle world to a magical one.

Dumbledore thought about the war that night. It would save lives, this old man and his tired soul, that this was how he mourned. But there were more opportunities lost here than a war one day won; there was a grief here that had nothing to do with strategy.)

“We are lost, Minerva,” Dumbledore said.

Professor McGonagall was trembling, thin and severe with it. “You don’t think that,” she said and she was right. But it was a night to believe thoughts like that. In the morning, there would be new plans, new hopes, but not on this Halloween. Dumbledore took out a lemon drop and sucked on it. Minerva found the fire whiskey. The sun rose, eventually. They called a meeting of the Order the next day.

There was no prophesied boy, but there was still this–dozens of shadowed young faces looking up at Albus and not running, even at the very end of the world. Dumbledore looked out at his chess pieces, pawns and queens; his children and his friends; his collateral damage. He had the beginnings of a plan swelling in his chest.

It would take them decades to get their hands, quietly, on every Horcrux. Tom Riddle had to think they were secret. He had to think he was safe. It would take them almost decades, but one day he would be mortal again.

These dozens of faces–they were mortal now. Alastor Moody could feel mortality in the aches of old broken bones; Andromeda rewrote her own last name, refused to fear sea serpents, and refused to pretend that the serpents could not swallow any one of them whole. Remus and Sirius felt empty, gaping holes in the seats around them, and they made crude, expansive, joyous toasts to friends’ memories.

When Molly first reached over and held Arthur’s hand, they knew this was something that could not last. That was why they held hands, held on, held tight.

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Sansa Stark Appreciation Week: Day 4 - Favorite relationship (outside her family)

—Sansa and Tyrion

I keep seeing these really cool Pokemon variants everywhere so I wanted to give it a shot! I’ll probably make more once I trim down my commissions list

The “Dagger” houndoom was originally bred for war. The sword-like ribs and horns of the Dagger houndoom can be sharpened by trainers to be as effective as real blades. The subspecies earns its name for the shape of its tail, which Daggers have become very efficient at using during battle over years of selective breeding.

Dagger houndooms are also notably larger than most houndooms, featuring a broad snout that comes with a latching bite. Once a Dagger has grasped its prey, it will refuse to let go, allowing enemies to negotiate their way around several sharp blades.

In modern times, Dagger houndooms have been pushed away from the fighting scene, sometimes banned from battle competitions. Despite an overwhelming desire to please their trainers, making extremely loyal companions and effective guard Pokemon for any household, they are regarded as a dangerous and troublesome breed by some regions. This stereotype comes from both their previous involvement in war, as well as a more recent involvement in gang activity. Dagger houndooms have been a notorious favorite of Team Magma and other criminal organizations.


Mirkwood trio + archetypes


I guess what really forms you as a person is what you do within your family to receive love or attention. In my family, what you had to do to receive attention was to have good conversation at the dinner table or for me to do well at school, and those were really my focuses because that was what was valued the most.

Happy 25th Birthday Emma Watson! (April 15th, 1990)



  • adj. stupid, obtuse or dumb.


Old gods, hear my prayer.