Can’t stop, won’t stop: Protesters in Ferguson rally again, seeking justice for Mike Brown. More than a month and a half after his death, his killer, Darren Wilson, is still a free man. (Pt 2)
Because it wouldn’t be a protest in Ferguson without fuckery from the police. A driver plowed his car through protesters, grazing several and running over a young boys foot. Beyond taking several hours to transport the boy to the hospital, they took even longer to arrest the motorist. Who did they not wait long to arrest? Two of the protesters who had been documenting the altercation for the world to see. If you’re not angry, you’re not paying attention. #staywoke #farfromover #nojusticenopeace
Just in case anyone thinks these are old posts still going round Tumblr: they’re not.
I have finally hit my breaking point. For as long as I can remember I have endured my mother’s abuse, whether it is verbal, emotional, or as seen here physical. I can expect some act of violence on a daily basis, and her beating me is not an usual occurrence, but today something snapped. My mother did this unprovoked, and this time she didn’t stop. Usually it’s bad for a little while and then she’s done, today it went on for what seemed like forever. At a certain point I decided I was going to do something I never do, call the police. You see, my mother is a highly respected and very well known person where I live. She is on the board of ed, worked for CPS for many years, and is close personal friends with people like the local chief of police, director of our local CPS unit, and so on. I always knew that calling wouldn’t go anywhere and just upset her more, but today I had to try. While she was kicking me I found my opportunity, and somehow managed to get away from someone more than twice my size. I ran as fast as I could, knocking things over behind my, trying to find a phone. I dialed and they listened and my mother proceeding to beat me over it, while I screamed for help. For the second time today, I managed to get away from her and ran to my room. I barely had enough time to lock my door, before she starting trying to get it, to the point that she ripped my door off the frame. I decided I was going to stay locked in there, until the police came. The past few months I have been collecting evidence against her, voice recordings, pictures like these, and videos of her violence, so they couldn’t dispute what was going on. But I was dead wrong.
When the officer finally came up to my room, I attempted to tell him my side of the story, but before I could get a sentence out he silenced me. HE told me that this was my mothers house, and I needed to live by her rules. If I didn’t she had the right to punish me. He also told me to be tankful for her, because he wanted to press assault charges against me. finally, he refused, despite my begging, for him to take me to a shelter for teens.
I am utterly disgusted by the injustice that occurred today. I pray there is no one else out there who is living in such a situation. I am not sure exactly what I am getting out of writing this, except maybe that it’s just nice to be able to open up about this, when I have had to keep it a secret my whole life. idk. sorry for posting such heavy shit.
Signal boost the fuck out of this
Harry Potter Travel Posters - Created by The Green Dragon Inn
Skull, found in France, with a knife still embedded it it. The skull belonged to a Roman solider who died during the Gallic Wars, ca. 52BC. It was on display at the Museo Rocsen in Argentina.
Whenever I see things like this, I wonder how they died. I guess it will always be a mystery.
I’m gonna go with “Stabbed through the head”
What is it like to be a female journalist in Middle East war zones? Does gender play a role in reporting the news? Al-Monitor posed these questions to 16 women reporters covering conflicts throughout the region and their responses are quite varied. Excerpts from their statements include:
“I believe that female journalists have an advantage over their male colleagues. Particularly in conservative societies, we can cross the ‘gender divide’ with ease.” - Deborah Amos, reporter for NPR
"As far as I’m concerned, I am a journalist. Period. My gender doesn’t come into it. Judge my work, not my work based on my gender." -Rania Abouzeid, reporter for Time magazine
"Mob assaults on women in mass demonstrations made the gender-based threat unavoidable. ‘I’d rather be shot than sexually molested’ is a statement I often heard and repeated. It’s difficult to shake off that fear, but it can be pushed to the back of the mind. I come from a newsroom that was dominated by women, which cemented the idea that gender is irrelevant to the job. And this is what I choose to believe every day." -Sarah el-Sirgany, contributer to Al-Monitor’s Egypt Pulse.
Read their full statements and those of 13 other women at Al-Monitor.
[echoes of eleven blowing up cybermen to get information in the distance]
People who don’t love Nine are the dumbest.
People think that Nine is dark sullen and a killer. They’re wrong. Nine’s not dark. He’s light and happy and in love. He wears a leather jacket and is the closest Doctor to the Time War, but he is not dark. He is a light person who is fighting his dark past. He knows what he’s done and is fighting to right his wrongs. He just wants everyone to live.
Eleven on the other hand is the exact opposite. People think he’s a puppy in a fez. They’re wrong. He is not happy and joyful. He’s careless. He is having adventures while ruining lives and killing people. He is the man who forgets. He has forgotten the pain he felt after what he did and now is so comfortable killing.
He doesn’t remember Nine. Nine, the Doctor with depression. Nine, the Doctor who fell in love with an nineteen year old shop girl who didn’t need a magic back story to be special. Nine, the Doctor who went and saved his friends without killing. Nine, the Doctor who chose to lose instead of causing loss.
Nine chooses to give up being a god. Eleven pretends he is a god. Nine would make a merciful god. Eleven acts like a vengeful god. Nine is a puppy in a leather jacket. Eleven is a a killer in a fez.
Nine was the Doctor who took a renegade Time Agent who thought of nothing but himself and making money and nearly cause ‘Volcano Day’ because he wanted to make a fast buck — and turned him into a man who was ready to lay down his life in order to give Nine and Rose those few extra minutes.
Nine was the Doctor who truly made Jack Harkness the man we saw throughout his few Who appearances and Torchwood.
Nine was the Doctor Jack fell in love with and never truly got over. I’ve said a few times that I want to see Jack back in Doctor Who. Now? I’m not so sure. Or, maybe, Jack reappearing in the Who-canon is what we need. They don’t need the Impossible Girl to bring Twelve back to who he is. To make him remember. To help him not be scared.
What Twelve needs is the Face of Boe. The Man out of Time.
Captain Jack Harkness.YES TO ALL OF THE ABOVE.