Follow the Red Brick Road

"To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides." -David Viscott

deathbymorning:

eggsnogging:

in my senior drama class i had to play gordon ramsay for a film project but we could only film in school so we had to try to find a closed off room to use. the thing is the room wasn’t exactly soundproof and apparently someone heard us and that’s the story of how the vice principal and four freshmen walked in on me wearing a chef’s hat and yelling at my friend because her squid was so raw i could still hear it telling spongebob to fuck off

did you get an A

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And if Michael Brown was not angelic, I was practically demonic. I had my first drink when I was 11. I once brawled in the cafeteria after getting hit in the head with a steel trash can. In my junior year I failed five out of seven classes. By the time I graduated from high school, I had been arrested for assaulting a teacher and been kicked out of school (twice.) And yet no one who knew me thought I had the least bit of thug in me. That is because I also read a lot of books, loved my Commodore 64, and ghostwrote love notes for my friends. In other words, I was a human being. A large number of American teenagers live exactly like Michael Brown. Very few of them are shot in the head and left to bake on the pavement.

The “angelic” standard was not one created by the reporter. It was created by a society that cannot face itself, and thus must employ a dubious “morality” to hide its sins. It is reinforced by people who have embraced the notion of “twice as good” while avoiding the circumstances which gave that notion birth. Consider how easily living in a community “with rough patches” becomes part of a list of ostensible sins. Consider how easily “black-on-black crime” becomes not a marker of a shameful legacy of segregation but a moral failing.

Ta-Nehisi Coates, being amazing. (via politicalprof)

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lookninjas:

lullabelleno:

rosworms:

notjustanotherstatistic:

fitsp0:

I am honestly going to post this everyday. 
Spread awareness people. 

This makes me feel a million times better.

yay, i’m fat…. like i didn’t already know.


I’m like 85 lbs over the high water mark for my height, and I’m plenty aware.

OH MY FUCKING GOD I HATE THIS SHIT SO MUCH.
No.  No.  No.  There is no such thing as an ideal weight for your height.  There is NO SUCH THING.  Every body is built differently.  Some people have broader shoulders.  Wider hips.  More legs.  More chest.  Some people are built to hold a lot of muscle.  Some of us are all sharp elbows and knees.  For a lot of us, this arbitrary ideal is far too low, and for a very few of us, this ideal is too high.  Either way, for the vast majority of us?  It’s wrong 
Please, please, don’t let some asshole stress you out about your weight.  Your weight does not define you.  It is one number among many, some of which are useful and some of which are not so much. 
If you want to change your diet so that you’re getting more nutrients and less saturated fat/sodium, that’s a wonderful thing and I encourage that!  Or hey, maybe fruit just really sounds tasty this week, or salad, or whatever, and that’s good too.  If you want to get more exercise so you can run a 5K, or a 10K, or so you can lift up heavy shit and be super impressive, or so you can do a cartwheel or some sick-ass dance moves, or so you can be extra-good at your chosen sport, then I will be your primary cheerleader.  I am all in favor of eating good food and engaging in physical activity when you can — I think these are wonderful things.  But don’t let weight be your primary goal, and especially don’t choose your ideal weight from some stupid fucking chart that fails to take body composition and muscle mass into account, because that’s some bullshit and you are better than that.
Take care of your body.  But, you know, take care of the body that you have.  Don’t starve yourself to try to get down to some stupid fucking number because some idiot on tumblr thinks that everyone who’s 5’8” is built exactly the same.  Because that’s not how humans work. 
Being healthy is about working with your body, not against it. 

lookninjas:

lullabelleno:

rosworms:

notjustanotherstatistic:

fitsp0:

I am honestly going to post this everyday. 

Spread awareness people. 

This makes me feel a million times better.

yay, i’m fat…. like i didn’t already know.

I’m like 85 lbs over the high water mark for my height, and I’m plenty aware.

OH MY FUCKING GOD I HATE THIS SHIT SO MUCH.

No.  No.  No.  There is no such thing as an ideal weight for your height.  There is NO SUCH THING.  Every body is built differently.  Some people have broader shoulders.  Wider hips.  More legs.  More chest.  Some people are built to hold a lot of muscle.  Some of us are all sharp elbows and knees.  For a lot of us, this arbitrary ideal is far too low, and for a very few of us, this ideal is too high.  Either way, for the vast majority of us?  It’s wrong 

Please, please, don’t let some asshole stress you out about your weight.  Your weight does not define you.  It is one number among many, some of which are useful and some of which are not so much. 

If you want to change your diet so that you’re getting more nutrients and less saturated fat/sodium, that’s a wonderful thing and I encourage that!  Or hey, maybe fruit just really sounds tasty this week, or salad, or whatever, and that’s good too.  If you want to get more exercise so you can run a 5K, or a 10K, or so you can lift up heavy shit and be super impressive, or so you can do a cartwheel or some sick-ass dance moves, or so you can be extra-good at your chosen sport, then I will be your primary cheerleader.  I am all in favor of eating good food and engaging in physical activity when you can — I think these are wonderful things.  But don’t let weight be your primary goal, and especially don’t choose your ideal weight from some stupid fucking chart that fails to take body composition and muscle mass into account, because that’s some bullshit and you are better than that.

Take care of your body.  But, you know, take care of the body that you have.  Don’t starve yourself to try to get down to some stupid fucking number because some idiot on tumblr thinks that everyone who’s 5’8” is built exactly the same.  Because that’s not how humans work.

Being healthy is about working with your body, not against it. 

(Source: lushy-fitness)

… “You must have shown me real loyalty down in the Chamber. Nothing but that could’ve called Fawkes to you.” That’s the very first thing Dumbledore thanks and praises Harry for. Not for rescuing Ginny, or saving the school from the basilisk, or for keeping Voldemort from coming back, but for loyalty.

Dumbledore judges the people he works with based first and foremost on how loyal they are to him. Not because he thinks he’s all that, but because, as I said, he views people as game pieces, and you can’t have your game pieces acting up, can you? He values his pieces. He wants to advance and protect them. But he doesn’t want them running off beyond his sphere of influence and doing their own thing. I think there’s something very ambiguous about Dumbledore’s habit of seeking out desperate, socially outcast people and doing them one or two huge favors that leave them bound to him for life. Remus, Hagrid and Snape all fit that pattern, and Trelawney and Firenze appear to join the ranks in OOP. It kind of makes me wonder what Dumbledore has done for Fletcher, Moody and Shacklebolt.

…The problem with Sirius is, he’s not loyal to Dumbledore at all; he’s loyal to Harry. From Dumbledore’s point of view, it’s as if he’s playing wizard chess, and one of the knights suddenly decides that he doesn’t care what happens to the king, he’s just going to take care of that little pawn on the left. So Dumbledore does the only thing he thinks he can do — he sticks his recalcitrant knight into a safe, isolated corner of the board and keeps him from making any moves. Perfectly sensible and strategically sound, as long as you don’t expect your game pieces to have any pesky emotions or psychological issue that need to be taken into account.

…Dumbledore’s actions at Hogwarts are another symptom of his general approach. He doesn’t treat it just as a school, but also as an instrument in his strategy. People like Snape, Hagrid and Trelawny — all lousy teachers, in very different ways — are given their jobs as perks, because of their past of future usefulness to the Order, and because it strengthens their bonds of loyalty to Dumbledore.

OTOH, look at Lupin, who is a talented teacher. Why wasn’t he hired before Harry’s third year, especially given the difficulty of finding qualified DADA professors? My theory is that Dumbledore didn’t consider it necessary. As far as he knew, Lupin was already totally loyal simply because Dumbledore had allowed him to attend Hogwarts. There was no need to bribe him with a job. He was hired only when his familiarity with Sirius became an important factor. Once Sirius proved not to be a threat, Lupin was allowed to resign…

Thoughts on Dumbledore by marinarusalka, from hp-essays (via pottersir)

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raideo:

thememorythatcarrieson:

fuckyesdeadpool:

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Deadpool

LOST MY SHIT AT DEADPOOL

WASNT INTERESTED IN REBLOGGING TILL I SAW THE DEADPOOL ONE OMFG

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georgie-chaos:

thirtyknives:

georgie-chaos:

radicalfruit:

a-s-d-f-g-h-j-k-l-no:

gorillamunchies:

why does this make me feel mad

Because he’s considered powerful, and she’s considered a whore.

*shots fired*

Anybody who can look at some magnificent lady doing an aerial walk without thinking ‘she’s powerful’ has clearly dived into the deep end of irrationality.

BECAUSE SLUTS AMIRITE?

When I was working adult, you could always pick the strippers who were seriously into pole work because they were cut. Just rock hard muscular women, but very, very femme at the same time.Fake tans (fun fact: a lot of dancers use fake tan to cover bruising caused by pole work, mostly on the thighs from gripping poles), blonde extensions, super long gel nails, and the sort of legs that could kick through a wall. i can see how that could be a little confusing to your average gender essentialist.

God, pole is hardcore. I’ve really got to try it out properly soon.

(Source: the-best-shy-i-can-be, via cleolinda)

I was 17 when I wrote that,” she reminds me. “That’s the age you are when you think someone can actually take your boyfriend. Then you grow up and realise no one takes someone from you if they don’t want to leave. Taylor talking about Better Than Revenge (x)

(Source: all-too-well, via lettersfromtitan)

familyfriendlyporno:

this is a lot to take in all at once

familyfriendlyporno:

this is a lot to take in all at once

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seeyoulaterspacedoctor:

Sorry, I had to
copperbadge:

revolutionarygirlshati:

initforthefiction:

twistedtwinsproductions:

We read the shit out of these as kids.

THESE BOOKS MESSED ME UP

fuck the books, these ILLUSTRATIONS messed me up

I still own the set, and one of them has several pages taped together because as a child I was legit concerned the monster in the illustration in those pages would come out at night and eat me. 
Fuck you no, I’m not untaping them, that asshole might still manage it. 

copperbadge:

revolutionarygirlshati:

initforthefiction:

twistedtwinsproductions:

We read the shit out of these as kids.

THESE BOOKS MESSED ME UP

fuck the books, these ILLUSTRATIONS messed me up

I still own the set, and one of them has several pages taped together because as a child I was legit concerned the monster in the illustration in those pages would come out at night and eat me. 

Fuck you no, I’m not untaping them, that asshole might still manage it. 

(Source: onhalloweennight)

"Take it as it comes,

"Buy a Lamborghini,

"California girls."

The lines under Timothy J. McVeigh’s graduation picture in the Lockport, N.Y., high school yearbook for 1986 suggest a contradiction in his personality: an easygoing young man, perhaps, but also one yearning for adventure, for faraway places and a life more exotic than his drowsy hometown had to offer.

He lived with his father and a sister in Pendleton, N.Y., near Buffalo, in a home that had been abandoned by his mother when he was 10.

Not many people in town even remembered him yesterday, and those who did gave conflicting accounts of him, some saying he had been a flamboyant youth with a head full of schemes and a taste for guns, and others recollecting a shy, quiet, churchgoing boy.

Some said he played basketball, but the coach did not remember him. A 10th-grade English teacher whom he had listed as his favorite recalled the books they had read — “Lord of the Flies” and “The Old Man and the Sea” — but very little about young McVeigh beyond an impression of an unremarkable student.

"He was the quiet one," said the teacher, Coleen M. Conner. "A lot of the quiet ones are the ones who have ended up doing scary things. You never know what you have sitting in the classroom."

This is from a New York Times article about Timothy McVeigh published four days after he blew up a government building, killing 168 (including 19 children) and injuring 680. He committed the deadliest terror attack in US history aside from 9/11, and they still write about all the pleasant and positive qualities he had. Compare the above to this:

Michael Brown, 18, due to be buried on Monday, was no angel, with public records and interviews with friends and family revealing both problems and promise in his young life. Shortly before his encounter with Officer Wilson, the police say he was caught on a security camera stealing a box of cigars, pushing the clerk of a convenience store into a display case. He lived in a community that had rough patches, and he dabbled in drugs and alcohol. He had taken to rapping in recent months, producing lyrics that were by turns contemplative and vulgar. He got into at least one scuffle with a neighbor.

Michael Brown, who killed no one, who was murdered in cold blood in broad daylight, doesn’t get as positive treatment as the biggest killer in American history. White privilege is being granted humanity in life and in death, whether you’re a saint or a monster.

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jean-luc-gohard:

castiels-weenie:

jean-luc-gohard:

What fucks me up about the Darren Wilson fundraiser is that he hasn’t been charged with a crime. He doesn’t have to hire a lawyer. He’s on paid leave, so he’s not losing wages. This is not covering his expenses, because he doesn’t have any additional expenses. This is a reward. He’s getting a $250,000 reward for murdering an unarmed black kid.

HE HAD TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL. MIKE REACHED FOR HIS GUN. HIS FRIEND THAT WAS WITH HIM EVEN ADMITTED THAT HE LIED ABOUT THE COP JUST RANDOMLY SHOOTING HIM AND CONFIRMED THAT THEY ROBBED THE STORE. SELF DEFESE.

None of this is true. This is how good the Ferguson PD’s smear campaign has been. Not one sentence here is accurate. Let’s break this down:

  1. "HE HAD TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL." Michael Brown’s autopsy showed no sign of struggle.The picture of the CT scan that’s being passed around to show that Wilson had an orbital blowout fracture is actually from 2008 from the University of Iowa, and a right-wing pundit photoshopped out the date and hospital info.
  2. "MIKE REACHED FOR HIS GUN." Officer Wilson’s story is that the first shot that went off was an accidental discharge while they were fighting over the gun. However. there was no gunpowder residue on Mike Brown, meaning that he was absolutely not holding the gun when it went off and furthermore that he was not even that close. He was fired on from a distance.
  3. "HIS FRIEND THAT WAS WITH HIM EVEN ADMITTED THAT HE LIED ABOUT THE COP JUST RANDOMLY SHOOTING HIM AND CONFIRMED THAT THEY ROBBED THE STORE." This is actually a compound lie, which is kind of impressive. His friend, Dorian Johnson, did not say that. His lawyer said they were together in the convenience store, the police said there was a robbery, and the media put those two statements next to each other to imply a statement was made that never was. Johnson isn’t being charged with anything because the Ferguson PD “determined he committed no crime." The Ferguson PD also admitted Officer Wilson didn’t know about the scuffle at the convenience store before he stopped Brown and Johnson. You may be wondering why I say scuffle instead of robbery. That’s because there wasn’t one: the owners of the store didn’t call the police and video shows Brown paying for the cigarillos! The clerk confronted Brown about reaching across the counter instead of waiting for him to hand over the cigarillos, he put his hand on Brown, and Brown pushed him. Yes, he pushed him too hard, but the clerk apparently didn’t care enough to call the police. The police were called by another customer in the store, who apparently didn’t know what was actually happening.
  4. "SELF DEFESE." The autopsy shows that he was shot on the inside of his arm, meaning his hands were up, and the top of his head, meaning that, since Brown was 6’4”, either he was on his knees or the officer was 8’ tall. The officer was not 8’ tall.

The evidence clearly shows that Officer Wilson, who had no idea of the not-actually-a-robbery, executed the unarmed Mike Brown while he was on his knees with his hands in the air. Just like all of the eyewitnesses said (except for “Josie,” who turned out not to be real).

But the Ferguson PD’s already tainted public opinion. They’ve spread so many lies so effectively that no amount of evidence will bring justice. Your ignorance here is proof of just how effective it’s been.

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