Y’all creepy motherfuckers who tracked down the author of My Immortal down had better at least buy her books. Y’all owe her that much after hunting her down as if her life is a game to you.
And please, don’t forget to sign the petition at lakotalaw.org! State-run foster care/adoption agencies kidnap 700+ Native American children from their families every year and let strangers adopt them–all for the money. Almost none of these children are being taken out of legitimately harmful homes. (Read: Removal was warranted in less than 3% of the cases.) Trust me, I only wish I were making this up. Native families have been fighting for the return of their children for years now, but if you add your voice to the outcry, the government can’t ignore us forever.
“Your dad’s Indian. Your mom’s black. Why are you white?”
Skylar St. Clair’s been getting questions like these all his life. Skylar’s home is the Nettlebush Indian Reserve; his family, the hundreds of Plains Shoshone living there. Skylar can’t help it if he better resembles his biological mother, a woman whose untimely death left him with more secrets than memories.
Skylar’s father has been in federal prison for the past fifteen years. The summer of his release coincides with familial matters of a different nature: Skylar and his husband are trying to adopt a daughter.
Piecing together a fragmented family is no small task. All the patience in the world cannot contend with thirty-three years of reticence.
Things Nick North is supposed to be: A space pirate. An awkward teenager on the verge of adulthood, newly navigating the maze of gender and sexuality. Things Nick North is not supposed to be: A psychotherapist. Escort to a pair of alien princesses. Owner of an amusement park. Captain of the entire ship.
The Suddenly Space Pirates have an unwanted stowaway in the form of Raul Ales de Foc, genocidal destroyer of universes. How the crew reacts in his time of need will ultimately test their character–and their Patience. The question remains: Can Nick steal three new pieces of treasure and still find time to hand in his summer homework?
Matteo and his brother Kalid are night walkers, two of thousands of Ugandan children who walk away from their rural homes every night to evade captivity by the Lord’s Resistance Army. The Lord’s Resistance Army, a Christian army spanning the width of East and Central Africa, has been kidnapping children to fight its battles for over a decade. Worse still for Matteo and Kalid is that they are Muslims–the very enemy the LRA proposes to wipe off of the face of the planet. When Kalid contracts a debilitating fever, the boys’ parents urge Matteo to make the nightly walk on his own; the LRA wants healthy soldiers, they reason, not sickly children. Reluctantly, Matteo makes the trip to neighboring Luwero without his little brother. The following morning, Matteo returns to his village to find it raided by the LRA, his brother missing, his parents dead. Matteo quickly makes up his mind: He must join the LRA, find his little brother, and smuggle him to safety. What Matteo does not expect to discover on enemy soil are thirty thousand children who want to go home but have forgotten the way. Conflicted by their suffering, Matteo’s quest to find his brother spirals into a journey to unite thirty thousand boys and girls in a rebellion against the world’s largest and cruelest army, all while fighting Someone Else’s War.
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“Ah. Like a mix between an electronic device on the fritz and what I imagine a baby raptor sounds like. Got it!”
I see, so it speaks fluent power drill.
every wildfire was once just a spark
every glacier was once just a droplet
every marble was once just sand
that is to say:
it is the wind that made a wildfire of a spark
it is the cold that made a glacier of a droplet
it is the pressure of the earth that made marble of sand
that is to say:
it is the world that turned something innocent
something small and sweet
something soft and quiet and beautiful
and turned it into something hard and deadly and frightening
that is to say:
we have only ourselves to blame
for the monsters
that haunt our footsteps
this is why we call the monster Frankenstein – after his creator ( j.p. )
“My grandmother wove in me a tapestry that was impossible to unwind,” Vigo said. “Since then, I’ve dedicated my life to the sea, just as those who have come before me.”
Like the 23 women before her, Vigo has never made a penny from her work. She is bound by a sacred ‘Sea Oath’ that maintains that byssus should never be bought or sold.
Instead, Vigo explained that the only way to receive byssus is as a gift. […]
“Byssus doesn’t belong to me, but to everyone,” Vigo asserted. “Selling it would be like trying to profit from the sun or the tides.”
More recently, a Japanese businessman approached Vigo with an offer to purchase her most famous piece, ‘The Lion of Women’, for €2.5 million. It took Vigo four years to stitch the glimmering 45x45cm design with her fingernails, and she dedicated it to women everywhere.
“I told him, ‘Absolutely not’,” she declared. “The women of the world are not for sale.”
The government is trying to evict her after shutting down her free museum to showcase her work because she refuses their demands she tell her secret.
She needs to raise €85,000 by November 2018 or the town will evict her. She’s only raised €6,472. The page says that there is no goal bc anything they raise is a success but the article says she needs the €85,000 in order to own her home and not be evicted. Chiara Vigo is an amazingly talented Jewish women who deserves to stay in her town close to the ocean !!
What breaks my heart the most about these reactions is that everyone has suddenly become their own opposite in the face of Kirk’s death. Energetic, joking Scotty looks like he’s aged at least ten years with grief, like he’ll never smile again. Strong, put-together Uhura completely breaks down. Spock gives no fucks about holding in his emotions. Bones looks like a child who just watched one of his parents walk out on him forever. They aren’t Jim’s crew anymore, not in these brief moments. They’re entirely different people.
I have this headcanon that when Jim gets older he starts feeling uncomfortable with people touching his hands and fingertips because although it means little in the human sense, he’d been using his hands to express his affection to Spock and Spock alone for so long that it kind of feels wrong when someone else tries to touch them.
The SMH team have a Harry Potter party and everyone has to go as a character, no excuses.
Jack is forced to be Harry, even though he’s way too tall, but everyone wanted to see him in glasses and to loudly proclaim he looks just like his father, but has his mother’s eyes. Holster and Ransom wanted to find him a real owl but Bitty said no.
Ransom goes as Lee Jordan and spends the entire night commentating on the events of the party at great volume.
Dex is a Weasley. Which Weasley, you ask. All of them. (no, he was not given a choice).
Bitty was given suggestions such as Professor Flitwick and Professor Umbridge because of his height. He ignores both and goes as Dobby instead. People throw clothes at him all night.
Shitty goes as Dumbledore and spends half the evening dispensing Sherbet Lemons and wise advice. The other half is taken up by muttering cryptic warnings to Jack, who doesn’t understand most of them.
Holster agonises for eight days over his decision, before finally choosing Professor McGonagall, who is in his top 5 favourite characters of all time. He spends most of the evening chasing after Ransom, telling him to watch what he’s saying in a high-pitched voice and a passable Scottish accent.
Lardo goes as Sirius Black, and is undoubtedly the coolest person in the room. She shows up on a motorcycle. No one knew she could even drive one. Her moustache and flow rival Shitty’s.
Chowder goes as Hagrid, who was always one of his favourite characters. His costume is so good that it takes the team half the night to realise exactly who it is, and that’s only because he brings out his largest stuffed toy shark as a “pet”.
Nursey goes as Gilderoy Lockheart because they’re both extremely good-looking and has everyone around him laughing all night at his perfect blend of self-absorption and complete incompetence. He composes poems about himself on the spot.
Parson crashes the party halfway through the night, loudly announcing his displeasure at not being invited, and that “My father will hear about this”.
I’m just dying while thinking about a hotel employee calmly Googling “How to fold a towel in the shape of an elephant,” and then going out to buy eye stickers.
I think these would guarantee return bookings. Loving the elephant.
I worked in a hotel for a year. Hotel staff LOVE silly requests because otherwise our job is just mundane. It gives the front desk a chance to do something creative.
Speaking as another former hotel owner, this shit would have ABSOLUTELY made my day.
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