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Life, Saw, and Steam: fandomsandfeminism There is a phrase used to describe people, often strangers, as "ships passing in the night." The phrase is meant to describe how fleeting the intersection of two lives can be, how briefly people we don't know can flicker in and out of our lives. But when I read about the Titanic, I think we can push the phrase further. Because sometimes, as you pass another ship in the night, you may hear a cry in the dark. A person in danger. A shout for help. Distress rockets and SOS signals wailing into the night. A stranger in crisis. And in those fleeting moments as your ship passes theirs, you get to make the choice- are you the Californian, the closest ship to the Titanic, which saw the distress rockets and saw the lights on the horizon and sat and did nothing; or are you the Carpathia, turning on a dime, pushing all steam to the engines, racing to help? We can not say for sure what caused the Californian to not help the Titanic in that night of crisis. Whether is was apathy or incompetence or fear, we don't knovw But we know that every single soul who survived the Titanic survived because of the Carpathia. Because the crew and the passengers of that ship raced nearly 60 miles through ice fields above their maximum speed in the dead of night, readying life boats, readying triage, to pull them from the water. So, yes, we are ships passing in the night, and when given the chance to turn away or do good, always err on the side of reckless compassion. concept: bystanders should be called californians.

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Bad, Books, and England: My favorbe thing about Thomas the Tanis Eagine is that it canonicaly takes place in a troin post-apocolypse here the island of Sodor is the only sale zose in a totaltarian dyanepio in which steom tvaina ane routinet loled and their body parta ae sold or caneibalied far epair If you thnkm kidding you need to read the original coud you please direct me to a sou?uld feel much It book me so long to ind this quote onine but I did i because t' so much dker than one ighe expect from Thomes the Tank Engine Engi ntheOthr Raay arent sale n Ther costrolers ate cruel They dont e ned arry more hey putm on cold damp sedings and then Pancy nearly aobbed Thiry. they cut tham up "The Bhateas of England·Stepney tho 6habe Engine Res Awdry Wibert. London:Egmant Publishing 1963 This lustration, by Gumar d Peter Edwad ccompanied the above teat in the orginal book and depicts a peir of unfrtunate Other Ralway engines the early thomas the tank engine books are prety istrationa # pou watched thr shom, is ike1hat it book the second holf of thea sars no Mucking dark nd surreal iem cominced they wwa esult of reverend haucaons of his own death Eecuse me but the eery est atory is the Raway Se is in a tutnel and ea paint jab ain, so taheay maagement seas off the tonne They esemoblly let ou becuse andther engine breaks doen or sometherg, bute eriginal plan was to ust him in here fonevr On the show didet hey aiss hook up one esgine to a generator, so he'd never move agoin? hat was Eteral ose of the nesk Its on some other post en he mas chiino res! This also nappened die books, to ar' egne relened to only as No. 2, but the selevision series named "Shadger", ๒the episode "Grangur Smudge said Dake Washow-ot. He rode roughily and often came off the rais 1 warned him to We do here sold but Smudger aghed ามารา oneday. Manager said he woo gong to make him useul at lost Smudger stopped taughing he Wewhy What did he do! tumed hrn mo อ generator He's st8there behind our shed Hell never mave again deducecanse This is so fucked up No isten Ckay so we see Ratway Management doing al the shi right but auppopedly its so much wor in the Othar Ray mean, sure, you migt ge turned into generator or tricked into a tunnel for not dong ล% pouhf told, bet at least yoere not cut up and sold for parts ghe? is ngt so bed on the isond of Sodat right Or frayee 1hara jat what ณ.hay Managemen wants the engines to think Maybe the island of Sodor is the real sotaltarion regime, and the engine cnzens (slaves) are fed propaganda, ustrated in helish grays and sulfuric yellows, about how bad is everywhe t elle, ฮ1 all the Other Railways aiway Manaemet eare abou you Trust Ralway Manegement lay on Your Track It Could Be So 0 Much Worse Wt the fuck is this rain based 1984 buishe awesomacious: Thomas the tank engine.
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Bad, Books, and England: My favorbe thing about Thomas the Tanis Eagine is that it canonicaly takes place in a troin post-apocolypse here the island of Sodor is the only sale zose in a totaltarian dyanepio in which steom tvaina ane routinet loled and their body parta ae sold or caneibalied far epair If you thnkm kidding you need to read the original coud you please direct me to a sou?uld feel much It book me so long to ind this quote onine but I did i because t' so much dker than one ighe expect from Thomes the Tank Engine Engi ntheOthr Raay arent sale n Ther costrolers ate cruel They dont e ned arry more hey putm on cold damp sedings and then Pancy nearly aobbed Thiry. they cut tham up "The Bhateas of England·Stepney tho 6habe Engine Res Awdry Wibert. London:Egmant Publishing 1963 This lustration, by Gumar d Peter Edwad ccompanied the above teat in the orginal book and depicts a peir of unfrtunate Other Ralway engines the early thomas the tank engine books are prety istrationa # pou watched thr shom, is ike1hat it book the second holf of thea sars no Mucking dark nd surreal iem cominced they wwa esult of reverend haucaons of his own death Eecuse me but the eery est atory is the Raway Se is in a tutnel and ea paint jab ain, so taheay maagement seas off the tonne They esemoblly let ou becuse andther engine breaks doen or sometherg, bute eriginal plan was to ust him in here fonevr On the show didet hey aiss hook up one esgine to a generator, so he'd never move agoin? hat was Eteral ose of the nesk Its on some other post en he mas chiino res! This also nappened die books, to ar' egne relened to only as No. 2, but the selevision series named "Shadger", ๒the episode "Grangur Smudge said Dake Washow-ot. He rode roughily and often came off the rais 1 warned him to We do here sold but Smudger aghed ามารา oneday. Manager said he woo gong to make him useul at lost Smudger stopped taughing he Wewhy What did he do! tumed hrn mo อ generator He's st8there behind our shed Hell never mave again deducecanse This is so fucked up No isten Ckay so we see Ratway Management doing al the shi right but auppopedly its so much wor in the Othar Ray mean, sure, you migt ge turned into generator or tricked into a tunnel for not dong ล% pouhf told, bet at least yoere not cut up and sold for parts ghe? is ngt so bed on the isond of Sodat right Or frayee 1hara jat what ณ.hay Managemen wants the engines to think Maybe the island of Sodor is the real sotaltarion regime, and the engine cnzens (slaves) are fed propaganda, ustrated in helish grays and sulfuric yellows, about how bad is everywhe t elle, ฮ1 all the Other Railways aiway Manaemet eare abou you Trust Ralway Manegement lay on Your Track It Could Be So 0 Much Worse Wt the fuck is this rain based 1984 buishe Thomas the tank engine.
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Community, Future, and Gucci: Diddy Talks New App With Jay-Z To Connect Consumers to Black-Owned Businesses In New GQ Interview: "It's About Blacks Gaining Economic Power"@balleralert Diddy Talks New App With ‪Jay-Z‬ To Connect Consumers to Black-Owned Businesses In New GQ Interview: “It’s About Blacks Gaining Economic Power” - blogged by @worldwidekeege ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Brother Love himself, or Diddy, as many still recognize his name as, was the cover story for the newest issue of GQ magazine. The interview mentioned a lot of projects we can expect to see from Diddy in the near future, including the new app that he and ‪Jay-Z‬ want to develop to connect consumers to black-owned business. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ He stated, "My culture… I want to be an authentic, unapologetic warrior for black culture and the culture of the street and how it moves. My thing is most importantly to change the narrative of the black race. I can't relate to anything that isn't about that.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ There wasn’t much mentioned about the app’s name, release date, etc. Yet, Brother Love let up lightly about the apps projected function. When you open it, you will be able to search any city for black-owned or black-friendly business for you to patronize. Like a digital directory. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ He goes on to clarify, saying, "This is not about taking away from any other community… We'll still go to Chinatown. We'll still buy Gucci! But the application will make it possible for us to have an economic community. It's about blacks gaining economic power.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Looking forward to seeing how the app works and what kind of businesses you will be able to find once you explore its search engines.

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Arthur, David Bowie, and Puppies: stoneyboboney tumbl Follow urbanoceanbx hapter 3 1 g car and f you took a couple of David Bowies and stuck one of the David Bowies on the top of the other David Bowie, then attached another David Bowie to the end of each of the arms of the upper of the finst two David Bowies and wrapped the whole business up in a dirty robe you would then have something which didn't exactly look like phn Watson, but which those who knew him would find hauntingly terrible Se clledt He was tall and he grandtheftautosanandreas Douglas Adams is the best when it comes to describe characters the-fandoms-are-valentines they need to teach classes on Douglas Adams analogies okay "He leant tensely against the corridor wall and frowned like a man trying to unbend a corkscrew by telekinesis." Stones, then rocks, then boulders which pranced past him like clumsy puppies, only much, much bigger, much, much harder and heavier, and almost infinitely more likely to kill you if they fell on you. "He gazed keenly into the distance and looked as if he would quite like the wind to blow his hair back dramatically at that point, but the wind was busy fooling around with some leaves a little way of "It looked only partly like a spaceship with guidance fins, rocket engines and escape hatches and so on, and a great deal like a small upended Italian bistro." "If it was an emotion, it was a totally emotionless one. It was hatred, implacable hatred. It was cold, not like ice is cold, but like a wall is cold. It was impersonal not as a randomly flung fist in a crowd is impersonal, but like a computer-issued parking summons is impersonal. And it was deadly - again, not like a bullet or a knife is deadly, but like a brick wall across a motorway is deadly nudityandnerdery And, of course The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't. drinkmasturbatecry the one that will always stay with me is "Arthur Dent was grappling with his consciousness the way one grapples with a lost bar of soap in the bath," i feel like that was the first time i really understood what you could do with words marsdaydream I will reblog this every time l see it because these are some of my favorite sentences in the English language ladyscientia Douglas Adams understands me Source:kingwizardandthelizardgizzard #42 #yes this #ahahaha #Douglas Adams 436,335 notes Douglas Adams appreciation post
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Alive, America, and Anaconda: Donald J. Trump @realDonaldTrump Follow In 1960, there were approximately 20,000 pages in the Code of Federal Regulations. Today there are over 185,000 pages, as seen in the Roosevelt Room Today, we CUT THE RED TAPE! It is time to SET FREE OUR DREAMS and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! WH Gov TODAY 0:12 2.55M views 3:35 PM-14 Dec 2017 Joy Reid Ф @JoyAnnReid Following Every one of those pages protects your food from being filled with rat droppings, spoiled meat out of your deli, lead out of your paint, your child's medicine from being defective & corporations from polluting the air you breathe or dumping medical waste in the water you wade in Donald J. Trump@realDonaldTrump In 1960, there were approximately 20,000 pages in the Code of Federal Regulations. Today there are over 185,000 pages, as seen in the Roosevelt Room... 0:38 6:36 PM -14 Dec 2017 Joy Reid@JoyAnnReid .22h company becaus profitable to cut corners. And if no one's looking, people cut corners. Deregulation is not so good if you value clean air, water and safe food, medicine and workplaces. Joy Reid@JoyAnnReid .22h Deregulation is designed to do only one thing: make corporations more profitable, by reducing the cost of doing business. Making products cleaner and safer costs money. Making workplaces safe and clean costs money. Keeping the air clean means less drilling, so less money. Joy Reid@JoyAnnReid .22h Donald Trump is a president straight out of the 1920s. Cal Coolidge has nothing on him. 164 880 4.2 feynites: bogleech: themightyglamazon: jumpingjacktrash: oh my god. let me share a memory with y’all. it’s from i guess 1978 or thereabouts. it’s high summer. i don’t remember where my mom was driving me, in our avocado green chevette, i just know there was a traffic jam that turned 35w northbound into a parking lot from horizon to horizon. picture it – wait, you don’t have to use your imagination, this happened all the damn time back then. every one of those damn cars was burning leaded gasoline. there were no emissions regulations. there were no safety regulations. there were just thousands and thousands of detroit steel shoeboxes belching visible smoke as they idled, engines loud and hot, here and there a radiator giving up in the heat, a cloud of burning oil rising. i, a smeet of five or six, was choking on toxic smog. i reckon it was about a half hour into the traffic jam that i first threw up. i remember a blinding headache, i remember being confused, i remember dry heaving with my arms and head hanging out the window, the green metal of the car burning my hands and my chin. i don’t remember passing out, but i’m told i lost consciousness before mom was able to get to an off-ramp, because there were no emergency lanes on the highways back then. i lived. and life went on. what were we going to do, complain? if i’d died, the cause of death probably would’ve been recorded as heatstroke, not carbon monoxide poisoning. i know i’m probably preaching to the choir here on tumblr. but i really wish i could tell that story to the people who think deregulation is no big deal. i wish they’d put themselves in my mom’s shoes. or even just look at some old pictures, then look out the window. ever notice how cityscapes used to have that orange tint and hazy aura? yeah, that’s poison gas. remember how the mississippi river used to be a stinking soup of baby-shit yellow sludge covered with disturbingly stiff rafts of light orange foam? i can’t even find pictures of the sludge and foam, i guess they didn’t end up on the internet. the smell was indescribable. that oily shimmer. the reek of dead things. people didn’t boat on the river for pleasure; it smelled too bad, it was too ugly, and you could get super super sick if you touched the water. and now look at it. i still wouldn’t want to drink it, but if i fell in i wouldn’t bolt for the shower in a panic, you know? if the thieving billionaires get their way, we can kiss those sailboats goodbye, and learn the smell of toxic foam once more. the ultra-rich won’t even feel the extra money, they’ve already got more than they could ever touch, they just stash it in offshore accounts to rot, but the rest of us will return to a time of neverending nausea and weird cancers. a time when every elementary school class had at least one kind who’d been born with no fingers or their heart outside their body, and this was just… the way things were. i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to longpost. it’s just. god. y’all have no idea how CLEAN everything is now, compared to when i was a kid. and these rich old men are counting on that, on people not knowing or not remembering how bad it was before regulation, not realizing how much we need these protections until it’s too late. I enforce federal worker health and safety and pollution regulations.  When I was learning my trade, when my classmates and I were having a chuckle over the “well duh” level of specificity written into the Code of Federal Regulations (try “no hazardous material shall be stored in crew berthing” on for size), I will never forget the silence that followed when our instructor spoke these words: “Your regulations are written in blood.” These regulations were not written on a whim. They were written because someone thought they could cut costs by storing however many more pounds of a radioactive, toxic, carcinogenic, or whatever else material in the same rooms where the human beings they paid to transport those materials slept, and then did that, because no one was telling them not to.  They were written because people died. Horrifically. Because unregulated capitalism values profit over human life and suffering.  Can I say it again, for those not paying attention?  Unregulated capitalism values profit over human life and suffering. Do we also need to fucking talk about the Radium Girls again who slowly fucking rotted alive because the company they worked for deliberately hid knowledge of radium’s effects on living matter? I’m gonna talk about it. It’s depressing and dark as hell, but if anyone ever thinks to themselves that companies will just regulate out of a sense of civic duty or basic human morality, and don’t need outside enforcement, then they need to keep this story in mind. United States Radium Corporation that knew radium was lethal, and hired factory girls to work at painting watches with glow-in-the-dark radium faces. To emphasize - they knew radium was lethal and dangerous. Scientists who worked with it wore safety equipment and knew better than to touch it with bare skin. The factory girls, on the other hand, were instructed by their employers to keep the tips of their paint brushes pointed by sucking them between their lips. An act that guaranteed that they were ingesting small amounts of radium daily. They were told that radium was safe, and in small doses even good for you - United States Radium Corporation had paid for ‘studies’ and promoted other products which used small amounts of radium, and had branded at as, basically, a medicinal curative that just need to be doled out in appropriate dosages. This was bullshit, and not even bullshit which the company higher ups could reasonably be expected to actually believe on all levels, with the information that they had readily at hand. What they knew was that a small amount of radium wouldn’t kill you right away, and that there was a two year statute of limitations on workers compensation claims. When the girls began dying and the finger was pointed at radium, the president of the United States Radium Corporation had an independent researcher investigate the claim. The research established that the link between the girls’ deaths and radium was clear. The company, not liking that result, covered up the independent research and hired other people to simply state that this was not the case. Of course, by this point there were dying factory workers who were literally glowing in the goddamn dark, whose bones had become so infused with radium that they were visibly radioactive in their autopsies (when said bones weren’t just falling out of them while they were alive, anyway), so of course the company was forced to admit - oh wait, no, they started stealing dead women’s bones from morgues so that they could dispute their causes of death. Like. Let’s be clear. United States Radium Corporation didn’t just fail to keep their workers sufficiently informed, they didn’t just not investigate things well enough, which would have been bad enough on its own. They told their employees to ingest a deadly substance, and when those DYING WOMEN got together with their last breaths to try and make the world aware of what was going on, purely to try and keep it from killing all the other girls who might get jobs in factories (because they were all doomed to painful cancerous death themselves), they paid for hush-ups and cover-ups and fake studies, and stooped to full-on grave robbing to keep people from finding out that they were killing women in droves. There were factory workers giving testimonies as they physically fell apart on their death beds. The company’s response was not to even revise workers’ regulations to be more safe. It was entirely, 100%, to lie about it, so they could keep making money and keep killing their workers. And do you want to know what happened to that company? To the United States Radium Corporation? It eventually became The Safety Light Corporation, and was decommissioned in 2005. The radium girls were dying in the late 1920′s. The company that killed them didn’t even go under with them, didn’t even die when their efforts to raise awareness actually resulted in better and more stringent regulations. So the prospect that better regulations will hurt a corporation are laughable. Even the corporations that deserve to be destroyed by them still manage to do alright when they’re forced to make less money and kill fewer people. Boo hoo, how sad for them. But inadequate regulations will kill actual human people. Full stop. Some companies will still adhere to ethics, sure, some will have people in charge or on various levels who care and can intervene. But not all of them. And the United States Radium Corporation was just ONE company. One company, that had no regulations to hold it accountable, that decided it didn’t care - and so many women died horrible, horrible deaths for it. Do not ever let anyone kid you about the ramifications of deregulation. And do not forget that people who died, with their dying breath, fought to establish regulations to keep you safe. Anyone who takes them away is spitting on their graves.
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Ignition, Saturn, and July: Saturn V rocket engines moments before ignition for takeoff, July 1969 [X-Post from r/Cinemagraphs]

Saturn V rocket engines moments before ignition for takeoff, July 1969 [X-Post from r/Cinemagraphs]

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David Bowie, Puppies, and Target: ch in fully k tti Chapter 3 1 ng he west ing car and f you took a couple of David Bowies and stuck one of the David Bowies on the top of the other David Bowie, then attached another David Bowie to the end of each of the arms of the upper of the first two David Bowies and wrapped the whole business up in a dirty each robe you would then have something which didn't exactly look like d dream of enly fling the terrible eously. So rminedly ecalled" John Watson, but which those who knew him would find hauntingy amiliar He was tall and he gangled. marsdaydream: drinkmasturbatecry: nudityandnerdery: the-fandoms-are-valentines: grandtheftautosanandreas: Douglas Adams is the best when it comes to describe characters they need to teach classes on Douglas Adams analogies okay “He leant tensely against the corridor wall and frowned like a man trying to unbend a corkscrew by telekinesis.” “Stones, then rocks, then boulders which pranced past him like clumsy puppies, only much, much bigger, much, much harder and heavier, and almost infinitely more likely to kill you if they fell on you.” “He gazed keenly into the distance and looked as if he would quite like the wind to blow his hair back dramatically at that point, but the wind was busy fooling around with some leaves a little way off.” “It looked only partly like a spaceship with guidance fins, rocket engines and escape hatches and so on, and a great deal like a small upended Italian bistro.” “If it was an emotion, it was a totally emotionless one. It was hatred, implacable hatred. It was cold, not like ice is cold, but like a wall is cold. It was impersonal, not as a randomly flung fist in a crowd is impersonal, but like a computer-issued parking summons is impersonal. And it was deadly - again, not like a bullet or a knife is deadly, but like a brick wall across a motorway is deadly.” And, of course: “The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t.” the one that will always stay with me is “Arthur Dent was grappling with his consciousness the way one grapples with a lost bar of soap in the bath,” i feel like that was the first time i really understood what you could do with words. I will reblog this every time I see it because these are some of my favorite sentences in the English language.
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America, Bad, and Cars: Donald J. Trump @realDonaldTrump Follow In 1960, there were approximately 20,000 pages in the Code of Federal Regulations. Today there are over 185,000 pages, as seen in the Roosevelt Room Today, we CUT THE RED TAPE! It is time to SET FREE OUR DREAMS and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! WH Gov TODAY 0:12 2.55M views 3:35 PM-14 Dec 2017 Joy Reid Ф @JoyAnnReid Following Every one of those pages protects your food from being filled with rat droppings, spoiled meat out of your deli, lead out of your paint, your child's medicine from being defective & corporations from polluting the air you breathe or dumping medical waste in the water you wade in Donald J. Trump@realDonaldTrump In 1960, there were approximately 20,000 pages in the Code of Federal Regulations. Today there are over 185,000 pages, as seen in the Roosevelt Room... 0:38 6:36 PM -14 Dec 2017 Joy Reid@JoyAnnReid .22h company becaus profitable to cut corners. And if no one's looking, people cut corners. Deregulation is not so good if you value clean air, water and safe food, medicine and workplaces. Joy Reid@JoyAnnReid .22h Deregulation is designed to do only one thing: make corporations more profitable, by reducing the cost of doing business. Making products cleaner and safer costs money. Making workplaces safe and clean costs money. Keeping the air clean means less drilling, so less money. Joy Reid@JoyAnnReid .22h Donald Trump is a president straight out of the 1920s. Cal Coolidge has nothing on him. 164 880 4.2 jumpingjacktrash: oh my god. let me share a memory with y’all. it’s from i guess 1978 or thereabouts. it’s high summer. i don’t remember where my mom was driving me, in our avocado green chevette, i just know there was a traffic jam that turned 35w northbound into a parking lot from horizon to horizon. picture it – wait, you don’t have to use your imagination, this happened all the damn time back then. every one of those damn cars was burning leaded gasoline. there were no emissions regulations. there were no safety regulations. there were just thousands and thousands of detroit steel shoeboxes belching visible smoke as they idled, engines loud and hot, here and there a radiator giving up in the heat, a cloud of burning oil rising. i, a smeet of five or six, was choking on toxic smog. i reckon it was about a half hour into the traffic jam that i first threw up. i remember a blinding headache, i remember being confused, i remember dry heaving with my arms and head hanging out the window, the green metal of the car burning my hands and my chin. i don’t remember passing out, but i’m told i lost consciousness before mom was able to get to an off-ramp, because there were no emergency lanes on the highways back then. i lived. and life went on. what were we going to do, complain? if i’d died, the cause of death probably would’ve been recorded as heatstroke, not carbon monoxide poisoning. i know i’m probably preaching to the choir here on tumblr. but i really wish i could tell that story to the people who think deregulation is no big deal. i wish they’d put themselves in my mom’s shoes. or even just look at some old pictures, then look out the window. ever notice how cityscapes used to have that orange tint and hazy aura? yeah, that’s poison gas. remember how the mississippi river used to be a stinking soup of baby-shit yellow sludge covered with disturbingly stiff rafts of light orange foam? i can’t even find pictures of the sludge and foam, i guess they didn’t end up on the internet. the smell was indescribable. that oily shimmer. the reek of dead things. people didn’t boat on the river for pleasure; it smelled too bad, it was too ugly, and you could get super super sick if you touched the water. and now look at it. i still wouldn’t want to drink it, but if i fell in i wouldn’t bolt for the shower in a panic, you know? if the thieving billionaires get their way, we can kiss those sailboats goodbye, and learn the smell of toxic foam once more. the ultra-rich won’t even feel the extra money, they’ve already got more than they could ever touch, they just stash it in offshore accounts to rot, but the rest of us will return to a time of neverending nausea and weird cancers. a time when every elementary school class had at least one kid who’d been born with no fingers or their heart outside their body, and this was just… the way things were. i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to longpost. it’s just. god. y’all have no idea how CLEAN everything is now, compared to when i was a kid. and these rich old men are counting on that, on people not knowing or not remembering how bad it was before regulation, not realizing how much we need these protections until it’s too late. edit: replaced the last pic because i accidentally grabbed lake calhoun instead of the river. now it’s the mississippi.
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Google, Jennifer Lawrence, and Life: onexfeatherxleft: marieluc76: gjmueller: upworthy: If your nude photos are posted online without your permission, Microsoft and Google want to know. For years, most victims of revenge porn — people who have had their nude photos shared online without permission — basically couldn’t do anything about it. According to one study, over 50% of all adults engage in sexting, and 70% admit to having received a nude photo online or over the phone. And yet, despite the fact that we all (or at least more than half of us) do it, there’s still this weird, persistent, harmful notion that if your naked pictures get leaked or shared maliciously by an ex online, it’s your fault for taking them in the first place. It’s completely backward, but sadly, the law seems to at least kind of agree. As of September 2014, New Republic found, putting someone else’s illicit photos online without their consent was illegal in just 16 states, though laws have been proposed in more states. Not only is it typically impossible to prosecute the perpetrator, they note, it’s impossible to legally compel websites to take the images taken down most of the time. But thankfully, Microsoft and Google — which operate two of the biggest search engines on the web — don’t think it’s your fault. And they’re finally saying “Enough is enough.” Here’s how to report a non-consensual image posting on Bing. And here’s how to do it on Google. Boost! Here’s another way to fight back from your friendly neighborhood law student! If you took these pictures yourself, you owe the copyrights to these pictures so in addition to taking down the pictures you can smack them with a lawsuit not only for intentional infliction of emotional distress BUT ALSO copyright infringement so he has to pay you anywhere from $750-$10,000 per photo posted, x5 damages if there’s willfulness/malice (which there always is). Bleed those creeps dry.
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Ass, Bailey Jay, and Crazy: When you can't remember if you pulled out or not & she's tweeting "My stomach hurts" Chapter 1 Conception: It was me and my niggas was posted up in the testis when the emergency broadcast system begins to go off from head quarters, telling us we had a mission to do. Its crazy how fast things can turn into a hard situation. Its about 200 million of us deep ready to dp work. We hop on the mothership “Big black destroyer” and began our way to the mission site. Situation getting fishy and I don’t eat Anchovies. The squad faced adversity with heavy rain word to Hurricane Harvey. Both back engines were burst and we were forced to make a emergency evacuation. one by one all my niggas were vacuumed out their respective pods. It’s my turn and I go and land on the landing Zone. I look around and my homies and dying left and right. Not everyone can make this journey. We begin pushing forward to the Goal. It looked like the million man march. Im swimming fast as fuck to be first. I’m surely not the fastest one in the pack. I toss a flash bang to blind the ones in front of me. I use my turbo boost and shot passed them. A Nigga was swimming like Michael Phelps. I get to the finish line and look back to see where my homies is at. Not one to be found. Im trapped into a sticky matrix. I began to notice overtime i was taking on a new transformation. I looked like Goku in the Medical Machine. Getting stronger, growing new body parts, shit done changed. My momma was in labor for 12 hours. She shot me out like a cannon ball. It took the power of a true Sayian queen to release me from this inprisionment. Im finally free. I felt like Oj when he first came out. The light hit me like solar flare i tried to run from it and couldn’t. The doctor holding me checking out my dick. Homie slapped my ass like i was some $10 stripper. Nigga was trying to cut my dick but i wasn’t having it. I peed in his mouth miss me with that gay shit. That day legend was born. All my friends are dead. She pushed me to the edge. (Follow @Genuineguy if tagged or laughed for more )
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