quick reminder: hitler took a sign of peace in the buddhist community and tarnished it and used it as a sign to promote his agenda’ so when buddhist people found out that their symbol that was only ever used to display a sign of peace and was a clear sign of their religion, they didn’t argue and whine like children over trying to fly this symbol after the events of the holocaust, they all as a group decided that it was best to never use the symbol again, and even had signs in remote buddhist villages that were reminding others they could no longer use this symbol because it’s meaning would be forever tied with the millions of innocent people that were killed under the use of the symbol
so i don’t fucking get why it’s so hard for white people to let go of this symbol of oppression; since this flag has never had any connection to peace and it never fucking will
I am inspecting the Sandra Bland arrest documentation (available to view here) and I actually… think I have found… some fucked up shit…
Here is a sample of Sandra’s signature from every signed page except for page 7:
I underlined strange spelling errors in the paperwork because I’m not familiar with American police policy and was unsure if documentation would be created anew for each inmate. I’ve enlarged her surname in each of these pictures, because this is where I found a discrepancy on page 7:
For reference, page 7 is the female inmate intake form, which is the form in which Sandra states she is not taking any medication:
compared to the unsigned page 2, in which she states she is taking medication:
It’s kind of hard to spot - and to be honest, if I didn’t deal with contracts on a daily basis at my own job, I might not have spotted it - but that B is not the same on this signature. I noticed a difference in the way the base of the letter was formed, and on closer inspection, it’s apparent that it has been formed in an entirely different way to any of the other signatures in the arrest documentation, which is unusual for a signature as the individual generally writes it the same way each time. That’s, y’know, the point of a signature.
I’ve made some comparisons of my own to show exactly how this signature differs from all the others.
Firstly, here are the other signatures again:
And here is the signature on page 1 compared with the signature on page 7:
Here are my own attempts at replicating each letter B. The
first B is a copy of the letter as it appears in the image. The second is an
exaggerated depiction of the letter to show how the letter was formed. The arrows on each second picture show the direction of the line I was drawing to form the letter in one fluid moment without having to remove my pen from the page (as you would in a signature).
This is a copy of the letter B as it appears in Sandra’s signature on pages 1, 4, 5, 9 and 10:
And this is a copy of the letter B as it appears in the signature on page 7:
This image shows each individual component / pen stroke required in order to form the letter in each signature:
As you can see, the only stroke that these two letters have in common is the first downward stroke. The second stroke takes the letter in an entirely different direction - Sandra usually forms an upward stroke behind the first one, then comes around to form the two curves, then makes an upward stroke to join the B to the next letter. The signature on page 7, after the initial downward stroke, makes a horizontal and upward stroke to form the two curves, then a downward stroke to form the base of the B and join it to the next one.
This difference cannot be explained due to normal signature variation. No-one’s signature looks exactly the same each time they sign it, but they write it the same way – they make the same fluid movements with the pen. The letters are formed the way they usually write them, and any apparent variation is simply due to circumstance – pen pressure, paper quality, time etc. This signature is not the same signature as the others. There is no reason for Sandra to form her B this way in one signature only. The only conclusion to be drawn here is that Sandra did not sign her name on page 7.
I also noticed this funky looking area on the very first page (the booking sheet) which definitely looks like the paperwork has been doctored, but without seeing the actual paperwork, it’s hard to speculate whether the actual arrest template has been amended (ie all booking
sheets use this edited template and have this unusual area on them) or whether
Sandra’s has been doctored after the fact.
I don’t think it’s uncalled for to ask the Waller County Sheriff Department to explain the inaccuracies in this arrest paperwork, and I strongly suggest that people inspect the documentation themselves to see if anything else is amiss – I know literally nothing about the American police system, so I can only spot errors like this. I don’t know if any of the actual information is inaccurate. I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if it was.
Tonight I decided to walk home, a further distance than I normally would. The bus wasn’t coming, the weather was nice, and I thought the exercise would feel good. I turned on my music, but kept my headphones down around my neck so that they wouldn’t impede my ability to hear what was going on around me. I stayed in fairly populated, well-lit areas. I kept my shoulders back and my chin up so that I looked confident. I put my keys in my fist so that they would be out and ready if I needed to slash or punch anyone with them. I looked around frequently to keep an eye on any changes in my surroundings. I slowed down and veered to avoid any alcoves or darkened areas where someone had the potential to be hiding. I looked out for anyone in my vicinity and made a quick judgment of how easily they could overpower me, how likely I was to outrun them. I listened hard for new footsteps. I made close note of escape routes.
I spent the entirety of my pleasant walk home assessing my risk of being raped, robbed, or murdered. It bugs me that I found this necessary. But the thing that bugs me the most is knowing that there will be people who read this who think, “she’s being crazy/melodramatic/paranoid,” and they are almost certainly the same people who, if something terrible HAD happened to me on my walk, would think, “well, what did she expect to happen” or “she should have been more careful” or “she deserved it.”
today in religion we were talking about angels and our religion teacher said whoever can name the most angels gets five extra credit points on the test and all these kids tried and they only named like two but when I went I named nine and my teacher started to cry because she thought I was this huge religion and angel lover when really I just know the angels names from evangelion
It occurred to me that the T-rex (we really need an official name for her) from the original Jurassic Park only killed one human in the movie, and it was that shitty lawyer who abandoned the kids anyway, so he had it coming. She wasn’t in the second or third film as those took place on the other island. She was, however, in Jurassic World where (spoilers) she saved everyone’s asses, JUST like she did at the end of the first film. So let’s do a tally here.
Humans Killed: 1
Humans Saved: 8 + 1 velociraptor
In conclusion the T-rex is the real protagonist of the series thank you.
When I was about seven, I started getting these episodes where my heart would race and I would get light headed and even faint. My mom would call the pediatrician and he’d tell us to come in, but by the time we got there my heart had slowed down and, according to him, he had no way to check what it was.
He advised my mom to put me on a healthier diet and make me exercise more because it was probably my weight, even though I wasn’t that much overweight and I practiced softball for an hour a day.
So my mom did as he said and I didn’t really lose any weight. Also, the episodes continued to happen. They always ended before we could get to the doctor’s office. The doctor never ordered any kind of tests on my heart, though he did test my thyroid and scold my mom for apparently not trying hard enough to get me to lose weight.
This went on for five years. I’d be laying in bed and suddenly my heart would start beating so hard, my shirt would move. I’d stand up out of the bathtub and black out, causing me to fall out of the tub. I’d be playing softball or in gym class or just playing with my friends and suddenly I’d get light headed or my heart would race.
There would be several fruitless calls or visits to my doctor, who would insist that it was complications due to my weight and they would continue until I was a normal size. My mom was scolded. I was body shamed. I had blood drawn twice a year to test my thyroid. And yet the episodes continued.
Then, the week of my 12th birthday—also, the week I started my very first period— I didn’t want to go to school because the day before, a girl who had seen me in the bathroom had told everybody that I had started my period. In 6th grade, being chubby with frizzy hair and huge teeth, that was pretty much a social death sentence and I was mocked mercilessly for it.
So the next morning I woke up and begged my mom not to let me go to school. I cried and begged and she still insisted I go. So I went to change when suddenly, I felt an attack hit and I blacked out and fell, knocking things off of my desk. My mother heard the noise and found me dazed on the floor. I told her I could feel my heart beating hard again. You could see my shirt moving over my chest from how hard and fast my heart was beating.
My mom loaded me up in the car and took me to the pediatrician. This time, my heart continued to race and I remained light headed. They had to bring out a wheel chair to get me into the doctors office because I was too dizzy and weak to walk.
Once there, I was ushered into an examination room and I just laid down on the table. I couldn’t even sit up. They took my blood pressure and of course it was high, but they took it as a sign that my mother was feeding me salty, fatty foods instead of fruits and vegetables. they made me wait on the table for like two hours until an EKG machine was available in the office. I fell asleep for like half an hour because I was EXHAUSTED. Eventually, they sent us to the ER.
At the ER, they ushered me into a small little room with an EKG machine. They hooked it up and like fifteen seconds later, the nurse flipped shit. She called a “code blue” and about fifteen nurses rushed into this tiny room and then they raced me to another part of the ER. Didn’t tell my mom what was going on, just left her there and took off with me in the bed. They hooked me up to a ton of IVs and monitors and gave me medication to slow my heart that caused me to vomit everywhere.
Then they did a bunch of x-rays and EKG tests and kept me overnight. They found out that I had WPW, which is a tiny hole in the walls of the chambers of the heart, which caused my heart to beat so rapidly. They explained to my parents that this hadn’t happened as an effect of diet or habit, but that I had been born with this hole.
They also told her that me playing softball and being active with this condition was incredibly dangerous, because this is the condition that causes athletes to die on the field for seemingly no reason. The heart starts beating fast through exertion, the signals that cause the heart to beat get all scrambled and the heart beats so fast that it just gives out.
And the reason this particular attack had lasted so long was because it had come dangerously close to causing my heart to give out, which would have killed me. I ended up having to have heart surgery, something that should have been done 5 years earlier when I first started having the attacks.
But, because I was overweight, my doctor was more concerned with thinning me down than providing me with the treatment I needed to live a healthy life.
I’m so sorry that happened to you. Folks, please reblog; this deserves more notes.
Fucking. Read it.
We’ve still got a lot of work to do with this world we’re confined to.
Aries: A mountaintop dragon. Can either have thick scales, or fur, both groomed and kept neat-looking. Monochromatic, usually white, black, or grey. These dragons are usually found in flight, in groups of three, six, or ten. However, they are usually solo or with one trusted other on the ground. Extremely protective of their territory. A hoard of gems, bones, and wood carvings. Powers include spectacular endurance and keen eyesight. Large, impressive wingspan.
Taurus: A village dragon. Works with the people to keep the land safe. Colors range from murky browns to emerald greens. Found alone dragon-wise, but with many other species of magical creatures. Usually low to the ground, and armored well with thick scales. Very diplomatic, will not attack without reason. A natural leader. A hoard of gold coins, emeralds, and rubies.
Powers include fire breath and magical influence over other creatures. Average wingspan, usually only flies short distances.
Gemini: A guardian dragon. Very wide range of colors, usually vibrant. Found either alone or with its mate. Long necks, sharp claws, and sharp wit. A chatty dragon that is fiercely protective. Has a knack for riddles, and is an excellent judge of character. Guards temples and ancient treasures in jungles and mountains. Extensive hoards, usually the riches of powerful leaders of the past. Likes to adorn themselves with silver and sapphires. Powers include night vision and venom. Wings have sharp talons on the ends.
Cancer: A glade dragon.Colors are usually light, almost pastel. Most often have long wisps of delicate fur along their spine, feet, tail, and ears. Very friendly with other dragons, usually lives in groups of three or more. In touch with the natural magic of the earth, this dragon likes to make potions from the resources around them. Most lairs are open, usually by a stream or brook. May seem vulnerable, but can and will be extremely fierce when threatened. A hoard of potions, plants, petrified wood, and river rocks. Powers include innate magic, enchanting, and healing. Feathered wings.
Leo: A forest dragon. Colors are usually golds, yellows, oranges, reds, or greens. Doesn’t like to be alone, and is usually found with either a small group, or with several magical creatures/pets. Proud, confident, and charismatic, these dragons have a passion for both their riches and the arts. Many of these dragons are artisans themselves, who carve stories and characters into the tree trunks and mountains surrounding their lair. A hoard of gems and gold, intricate jewelry, swords, sculptures, and whatever else they can get their claws on. Likes to wear their treasures, especially their gold. Powers include fire breath and enhanced agility. Shimmering wings.
Virgo: A scholar dragon. Colors are deep purples, blues, and blacks, with silver accents. Many look similar to starry skies. These dragons live in cities of like minds, and are very advanced in the fields of both magic and technology. Many dragons are also involved in the arts. They often don’t travel outside their city except to study new specimens, or without someone they trust beside them. Though they may appear distant, a befriended Virgo dragon is always loyal and kind. Agile and light on their feet, the dragons less inclined to studying and the arts become excellent hunters and spies. A hoard of scrolls, manuscripts, and a variety of crystals/gemstones. Powers include enhanced intuition and night vision. Nearly transparent wings to make them seem invisible against the night sky.
Libra: A nomadic dragon. Colors range from deep blue to light green. Usually the largest of the dragon species. They are, like Taurus, diplomatic dragons, inclined to resolve disputes. Unlike Taurus however, they cannot be pinned down to one area. They are filled with natural wanderlust, going wherever the breeze takes them. They may pine for the company of other dragons at times, but they are most content being alone. They do, however, return to certain places to meet up with others and tell the tales of their travels on a regular basis. A hoard of souvenirs, artifacts, and memorabilia from the places they’ve traveled, kept in various hidden caves, or with them in a satchel or pouch. Powers include strength, endurance, and magical influence. Large, strong wings.
Scorpio: A desert dragon. Colors are a range of browns, golds, reds, and yellows. Usually somehow connected to royalty, these dragons make powerful leaders. They are almost always around others, and they form extremely loyal friendships and bonds. They may live in caves, but prefer to live in desert cities and palaces. Their thick scales keep them safe from the whipping sands in the winds, cactus spines, and jagged rocks. They may also have dark markings and patterns around their eyes, neck, spine, and tail. Their society thrives on competition, often holding grand events and banquets for contests, sporting events, and tests of quick thinking. A hoard of treasures and weaponry, passed down through the ages.Their powers include formidable speed, both on land and in the air, and venom-ignited fire breath. Powerful aerodynamic wings.
Sagittarius: A jungle dragon. Usually green or blue with bright accents that mimic the flowers found in their habitat. Playful and adventurous, these dragons live in groups in the treetops. Extremely talkative, generous, and inquisitive, many of these dragons are philosophers, explorers, or magic users. Their tails are prehensile, able to grab onto branches with ease. They make wonderful allies to other dragons, and are a fighting force to be reckoned with. They are omnivorous, with a diet mostly consisting of fruit. They always have new ideas that they are eager to put into action, which makes them a tad reckless at times. A hoard of gemstones, ancient gold, and bright crystals. Their powers include flexibility, innovation, and innate magic. Average-sized patterned wings with bright markings.
Capricorn: A semi-aquatic dragon. Colors range from greens and blues to purples and blues. Patient and wise, these dragons are the thinkers and the caretakers. They are often found in family groups. They are highly skilled with magic, especially healing magic. Many are cautious, and will not wander far from their oceanfront lair. They can be fierce defenders, and usually have large curved horns for protection. Their tails fan out like a mermaid’s or dolphin’s, which gives them great speed in the water. They make their lairs on massive rocky beaches or jetties, and have a complex series of tunnels leading from one cave to the next. They are also musicians, whose songs can be heard echoing around the harbors at night. A hoard of shimmering stones, shells, and coral. Their powers include healing magic, enchanting song, and night vision. Small wings for gliding short distances, or wingless.
Aquarius: A deep-sea dragon. Colors range from dark teals to dark purples. Bio-luminescent markings atop their scales that light their way. Lives entirely underwater, within caves, shipwrecks, or trenches. Usually found solo or with few other dragons. Studious and inquisitive, but shy, they rarely come to the surface. A hoard of ancient sunken artifacts. Powers include a piercing roar/scream that stuns and immobilizes prey, and incredible eyesight. Wingless.
Pisces: A beach dragon. Colors range from sky blue to deep green. Adorned with bits and bobs of jewelry, hollowed-out stones, sand dollars, or starfish. Able to feel incredibly small vibrations through the sand. Usually found alone in their own personal seaside cave, or with family in a larger shared cave. A hoard of shells, sea glass, bottles, and manuscripts. Powers include amazing agility and camouflage. Usually wingless.
It just kills me when writers create franchises where like 95% of the speaking roles are male, then get morally offended that all of the popular ships are gay. It’s like, what did they expect?
I feel this is something that does often get overlooked in slash shipping, especially in articles that try to ‘explain’ the phenomena. No matter the show, movie or book, people are going to ship. When everyone is a dude and the well written relationships are all dudes, of course we’re gonna go for romance among the dudes because we have no other options.
Totally.
A lot of analyses propose that the overwhelming predominance of male/male ships over female/female and female/male ships in fandom reflects an unhealthy fetishisation of male homosexuality and a deep-seated self-hatred on the part of women in fandom. While it’s true that many fandoms certainly have issues gender-wise, that sort of analysis willfully overlooks a rather more obvious culprit.
Suppose, for the sake of argument, that we have a hypothetical media franchise with twelve recurring speaking roles, nine of which are male and three of which are female.
(Note that this is actually a bit better than average representaton-wise - female representation in popular media franchises is typicaly well below the 25% contemplated here.)
Assuming that any character can be shipped with any other without regard for age, gender, social position or prior relationship - and for simplicity excluding cloning, time travel and other “selfcest”-enabling scenarios - this yields the following (non-polyamorous) possibilities:
Possible F/F ships: 3 Possible F/M ships: 27 Possible M/M ships: 36
TOTAL POSSIBLE SHIPS: 66
Thus, assuming - again, for the sake of simplicity - that every possible ship is about equally likely to appeal to any given fan, we’d reasonably expect about (36/66) = 55% of all shipping-related media to feature M/M pairings. No particular prejudice in favour of male characters and/or against female characters is necessary for us to get there.
The point is this: before we can conclude that representation in shipping is being skewed by fan prejudice, we have to ask how skewed it would be even in the absence of any particular prejudice on the part of the fans. Or, to put it another way, we have to ask ourselves: are we criticising women in fandom - and let’s be honest here, this type of criticism is almost exclusively directed at women - for creating a representation problem, or are we merely criticising them for failing to correct an existing one?
Seduce me with hilariously awkward stories from your life
Oh have I got one for you.
So, I grew up in a financially strapped household with lots of kids. So we were always buying in bulk. Cheap bulk. It lead to us getting things like this, a 6 lb can of cheap peanut butter:
Now, we’d always had this in the house since a main staple was PB toast, PB sandwich (no J sometimes cause we didn’t have it) and just spoonfuls of PB to help with acid reflux, sore throats, quick snack or just a way to keep 4 hyperactive kids quiet for a few minutes in the same manner of watching a dog lick the roof of it’s mouth for a while after giving it a glob of the PB.
Ever since I was about 6 or 8, I’ve always had a certain urge every time I saw a brand new can of this opened (Which was roughly once every two months) and that was to just shove my whole arm into the can. At that age, it would have easily gone up to my elbow. I don’t know why I felt this urge, but I did. Luckily, I suppressed it….Until I was 14.
I’m 14, home alone after school and making some PB toast for a snack when lo and behold…I get to peel open a brand spanking new can and mar up that perfectly smooth surface. This was a rare occurrence and I wanted to savor it. What would I write in it with the knife for the next person to find? Do I try to carve something into it? Then I remembered my childhood urge of wanting to just shove my arm into it.
I do it. I don’t point my fingers to make it easy, no, it’s open palm hand print with fingers splayed as I shove my hand into a cardboard can full of 6 lbs of PB and it is glorious. I didn’t care that physics dictates that stuff and mass means that PB was being pushed up and out. It was fairly viscous and stuck mostly to my exposed arm. I got almost all of my forearm in this and wiggled my fingers. I pulled my arm out and looked at the massive blob of PB and giggled thinking of the old classic movie “The Blob”. I didn’t use a knife and just rubbed the toast on my PB gauntlet and that’s when I heard it…
A key unlocking the front door.
OH SHIT. I was scrambling to get my hand back in the can to scrape off the mass of peanut butter and clean up this mess. I don’t register the multiple voices until I hear my mom call my name and I look up. She was standing there with her friends that she had invited over looking at her eldest and first born, 14 year old, 3.5 GPA rocking daughter trying to scrape 6 lbs of PB off her arm and into a can.
There was no talking my way out of this or explaining any of it. We stared at each other for what must have been a solid minute before she just guided her friends out of the kitchen and left me to finish cleaning up my mess.
We stopped buying the 6lb cans of peanut butter after that.
if i eat enough pineapple will i be able to attract bees with my nut
furthermore, if i nut on a bee, and that bee goes home, and the queen fucks that bee…. is there a chance i can make the worlds first BeeBoy… my little BeeSon
What I Tell Myself:
I like her because she has enormous potential. Jasper (if she comes back) will probably have a whole buncha cool stuff from the gem war to talk about! Plus, she's good representation for a body type we don't see in media often (at least not for women) especially not in cartoons.
The next person who says Cawthon is milking the series just for the money is getting a bee hive to the face.
Let’s get this clear…
MAYBE SCOTT’S MAKING FNAF 4 BECAUSE HE ACTUALLY ENJOYS MAKING THE GAMES AND DOESN’T FEEL LIKE IT IS DONE YET.
Cawthon is not a company like Riot or Naughty Dog, he’s his own employer and his own boss. If this were a company that was making FNAF and they are over merchandising the game, then they’re probably milking it. But, that’s not the case. If anything, we should be proud of Scott for being able to make it this far. He’s the only one who is working on the series, and it’s been incredible.
Also, sidenote: Scott has a family. He has kids. Maybe, you know, HE NEEDS TO SUPPORT HIS FAMILY. So even if he is doing FNAF 4 for financial reasons, then that doesn’t really bother me. He has kids that he needs to build college funds for, and he has a family to take care of.
Who knows, maybe he’s beating a dead horse, but we won’t know that until the game is released. But, even if FNAF 4 turns out to be a fossil of a dead horse, I don’t care. I’m just happy that he’s been able to find a calling in life, and he has been able to be successful at it. Please, just try to be at least a little bit happy for him.
