war driving


This graphic is just amazing. Picturing what most most people are trying to say in words is a great way to reach out to more people. The Anorexia picture and the child abuse picture was the one that broke me the most even if all of these pictures tells us a very important story.

I don’t expect this to go viral or to get millions of likes because, I don’t want it, liking won’t help. Please, embrace it and take action. Re blog so others can see it and talk about these world spread issues.

We have to work together to make the world a better and safer environment for everyone.

  • she goes to the “under the influence” meetings after the war.
  • well, of course.
  • she’s practically being forced to.
  • like, her counselor lady person whatever said that it was “highly recommended” and all.
  • decrypted, that translated to she’d get an overall harsher sentence than what she already had and would maybe lose her wand and every single other right pansy parkinson has  managed to hold onto in the last three horrible months.
  • so.
  • she goes.
  • and she’s pretty surprised to see harry potter there of all people—guess having a link to the dark lord’s soul in you counts as under the influence—just as much as being in the wrong hogwarts house does—and she’s so surprised she shuts up.
  • that is, until harry potter sees her being spit at by a somewhat nameless person from above.
  • and because he’s the self-righteous prat he always is he insists on walking her home every single meeting because if she’s with the bloody chosen one she will most likely not be spit at in the streets.
  • and the first couple of times are awkward.
  • they literally don’t talk.
  • they don’t discuss or yell or scream or anything.
  • he just shows up at her house every tuesday morning and walks her there and then they walk back after it’s over.
  • so.
  • yeah
  • awkward.
  • until the fifth meeting when they both finally get tired of the elephant in the room and then she starts talking for an unspecified reason and they get most of the old ghosts and skeletons out of the closet and the elephant is so totally not in the room it could have been poached in the african sahara.
  • that’s when he kisses her.
  • and it’s in the rain, of course, and it’s all very symbolic and touchy feely and she’s pretty sure that it’s not at all that awkward anymore.
two-bitoutlaw replied to your post “Do you think that if Qui-Gon had lived, he would’ve gone back to free…”

i love that you call the bullshit that is qui gon jinn because there is just something so w r o n g with that character in terms of how he rationalizes prioritizing some people over others.

Here’s the thing about Qui-Gon Jinn: when I was a kid, I loved him. And I think we’re meant to love him. I think Lucas actually intended him to be the good Jedi, the one who was willing to buck the rules when required. There’s a really common idea in fandom that if Qui-Gon had trained Anakin, Anakin wouldn’t have turned. I suspect Lucas may have even wanted to imply that.

But. It doesn’t hold up.

And as an adult, I look at Qui-Gon and I see someone who’s actually very familiar.

(Buckle up, kids, it’s time for story time with Fia.) I grew up in one of the poorest counties in Kansas. Pretty much everybody was dirt poor, with emphasis on the dirt. People worked on small farms, hoping to keep the farm going for just another season, or they worked dead-end minimum wage jobs, or they didn’t work at all. (Or they made meth. We had, at the time, one of the highest meth production rates in the entire country.) And most kids growing up there knew they could expect a life pretty much exactly the same as what their parents had.

But there was one way out. All through high school, and even some weeks in middle school, they had a table right there in the cafeteria, where everyone would see them: the army recruiters. They were clean and professional and friendly, and they were full of stories about all the opportunities that the military would open up for us. We would get a good education - maybe even a college degree after we’d served. We’d learn valuable job skills. We’d serve our country. We’d save lives and travel and be part of something important, something so much bigger than our little town. We’d be heroes.

We just had to enlist. (And it was always enlist: recruiters don’t come to shitty little schools like mine looking for officer material.)

And the recruiters were really good at selling it. You never really heard much if anything about what it was actually like to be in the army. What you heard about were those magic words: opportunity, benefits, recognition. And, unspoken but most important of all, the chance to get out.

Of course, the Jedi Order isn’t exactly a military organization, and Qui-Gon didn’t exactly roll into Mos Espa looking for people to enlist. But even so… damn does his sales pitch look awfully familiar.