[captain america 1 & 2]
[trenchcoat angel castiel]
[game of thrones]
… I don’t believe in God as a kind father in the sky. I don’t believe that the meek will inherit the earth: The meek get ignored and trampled. They decompose in the bloody soil of war, of business, of art, and they rot into the warm ground under the spring rains. It is the bold, the loud-mouthed, the cruel, the vital, the revolutionaries, the mighty in arms and will, who march over the soft patient flesh that lies beneath their cleated boots.
JK Rowling said she would have made Seamus/Dean canon but she felt it would be distracting from the main trio
Literally how much space do you need to have a line about Dean asking Seamus to the Yule ball
Look, I’ll try
"Parvati had tried to ask Dean to the ball, but he told her he was going with Seamus instead."
'10 Honest Thoughts On Being Loved By A Skinny Boy' - Rachel Wiley.
(I had to transcribe this poem, because it became an immediate favorite the second that I heard it. I am over 70 pounds heavier than my boyfriend, and I have thought, felt and said all of these things before. But he is perfect, and we are perfect together.)
10 HONEST THOUGHTS ON BEING LOVED BY A SKINNY BOY
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays that involve singing animals
and children with the ability to fly,
but apparently no one
has enough willing suspension of disbelief
to go with anyone loving a fat girl.
I daydream regularly
about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.
On the mornings I do not feel pretty,
while he is still asleep,
I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive,
for a punchline,
for other girls’ phone numbers.
When we hold hands in public,
I wonder if he notices the looks —
like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk;
if he notices that my hands are now made of rope.
Dear Cosmo: Fuck you.
I will not take sex tips from you
on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.
He tells me he loves me with the lights on.
I can cup his hip bone in my hand,
feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all.
He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.
Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves.
The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop
assumes we are just friends
and flirts over the counter.
I spend the next two weeks
mentally replacing myself with her
in all of our photographs.
When I admit this to him
we spend the evening taking new photos together.
He will not let me delete a single one of them.
The phrase “Big girls need love too” can die in a fire.
Fucking me does not require an asterisk.
Loving me is not a fetish.
Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.
I am not a fucking novelty.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says, ‘No. You are so much more’,
and kisses me
Your mother did not raise you with a wolf in your chest so you could howl over losing a man.
Remember folks, the delightful skull sugar cubes are available from Dem Bones on Etsy!
Teens Are Being Trapped in Abusive 'Drug Rehab Centers' | VICE United States
The unregulated “troubled teen” industry is able to persist despite numerous allegations of physical and sexual abuse, torture, and death at various institutions, and Shipp is exploiting that same system for monetary gain. Even when they aren’t abusive and/or deadly, the pseudoscientific practices used at “tough love boarding schools” have often proven to be ineffective and can lead to PTSD, anxiety, depression, and drug addiction. Maia Szalavitz, author of Help at Any Cost: How the Troubled-Teen Industry Cons Parents and Hurts Kids, told me about some of the horror stories her own research uncovered.
“The classic list is food deprivation, sleep deprivation, public humiliation, beatings, and denial of access to the bathroom to the point where you wet or soil yourself. But I’m also constantly hearing stories of people being forced to re-enact various traumas, like being raped,” she told me.
Szalavitz continued, “At Mount Bachelor Academy, an investigation found bed sheets that had been used during re-enactments, and one of them had, ‘I am the yes girl, spray your cum on my tits,’ written on it. Let’s be real, this is not therapy.”
The methods used at these facilities are arguably traceable to an anti-drug cult in the 60s called the Church of Synanon. Their method was to abduct addicts and then “rehabilitate” them through beatings and humiliation. “I found that virtually all of the programs that exist today using the harshest tactics were either founded by former Synanon members or sent people to Synanon to learn the treatment,” Szalavitz told me.
“The excessive use of punishment and humiliating procedures isn’t only unhelpful, but also traumatizing for young people,” said Professor Robert Friedman, a child psychologist. “As is the practice of having strangers wake them in the middle of the night and transport them far away without any preparation.”
And it’s not just the trauma-inducing methodology that makes the industry questionable. It’s also the diagnosis. “What is a ‘troubled teen’?” Szalavitz wonders. “The idea that we put kids with Asperger’s, heroin addictions, depression, and extreme anxiety disorders in one program with a rigid, regimented schedule and expect it to help all of those kids—how could that be?
No matter the intention, these forms of therapy aren’t only pointless and outdated, but cruel and damaging. Any emotional trauma that teenagers suffer at Aspen Education’s institutes must only be matched by the neglect they feel at being abandoned by their parents for an important part of their formative years.
While these practices might seem abhorrent, the troubled teen industry is huge, powerful, and experienced in deflecting allegations. In 2002, Forbes magazine’s Erika Brown estimated its worth at $2 billion, and since then it’s only been on the rise. The industry has managed to stick around in some incarnation since the 60s due to its powerful Republican and Christian roots. Many programs can be traced back to Straight, Incorporated, Nancy Reagan and George Bush Sr.’s favorite anti-drug program that was closed due to abuse lawsuits in the early 90s.
This kind of “therapy” comes from an older America: one which believes that society is subject to moral decay and that the solution is to force outliers to conform to Republican and Christian ideals of abstinence and hard work. It’s American to puts faith in the ecstatic emotional climaxes of TV evangelism and “tough love” over the tried scientific methods of modern psychology.
Where we see experimentation and the pushing of boundaries, it sees sin and societal corruption that must be violently scared out of people. Normal teenagers are being told that they are wrong and worthless, then broken and abused with the goal of making them “born again” as upstanding adults. And all the while, their parents’ bank accounts are being emptied straight into the coffers of America’s richest men. (The recession has dampened the industry’s growth, butCRC Health lists the net revenue per child in outdoor programs as $438.96 per day, and in residential programs as $257.87 per day.)
And yet, while minor investigations have forced individual rehab centers to change staff, the industry continues to thrive. That’s because these institutions use the same methods, have the same roots, and are funded by the same people. Which begs the question: Why has there been no attempt at state regulation of treatment centers? Until there is, American kids are destined to continue suffering in these abusive institutions.
Nicki Minaj is an excellent and dynamic rapper, lyrically and stylistically, she’s topped charts in a male dominated space, she started from the absolute bottom and knows how to hustle and work her image, I don’t care whether you care for her style of music or not but if you dismiss her as a trash artist I’m gonna heavily side eye you
When you’re young, thunderstorms seem scary. Like the sky is angry at you. But now that I’m older, something about its roar soothes me; it’s comforting to know that even nature needs to scream sometimes.
Aug. 27 1:35 pm
- Mike Brown’s mom laid flowers where he was shot and police let a dog pee on the memorial site
- “Stand Up Against Racism" demonstration outside US Embassy in London
- Police claim to have no records of arrests of journalists
- Illinois school bans discussions of Mike Brown’s death
- Gov. Nixon introduces new Public Safety Director
- Push for police to wear body cameras continues
- Jon Stewart on Ferguson
i am always emotional about the sheer brutality lurking just under the surface of steve’s outward-innocence. like, this is a man who cares deeply, and loves, and will protect what is good with life and limb, but is also chock full of fight and will not hesitate one single second to burn everything to the ground if you leave him no other choice. this is a man who learned the hard way to finish what he starts because if you start running, they’ll never let you stop, and i just
girls fighting evil: the bat queen
(she calls upon bats, and they call upon her.)
the police in ferguson are gonna drag this out as long as possible because they’re smart enough to know that the longer it drags on, the less the media will cover it, the less people will care, and the less they have to be responsible for. they don’t want the conflict to end because if it ended now, there might still be some accountability demanded. they know if they can make it drag on for another week or more, that every day it continues they’re less and less likely to receive any punishment for human rights violations because public interest will continue to drop. they’re tiring out and exhausting any defiance or anger.