spn meme: four otps (2/4)
↳ Sam/Ruby
“‘I’ll be there with you. That little fallen angel on your shoulder”
songs for when you feel unashamedly badass
for those days when you want to take your leather jacket and some spike boots and fuck some shit up
gods in Alabama is the story of the relationship between Arlene Fleet and her Aunt Florence, who gives her a home, a Southern identity, and a fierce and brutal way of loving. The book, as Southern as sweet tea and kudzu, brings to life characters who, like the South, are fundamentally flawed but who will dig deep into your psyche and make you love them. Finely crafted, the twists and turns of the novel will leave you begging for more.
One Sentence Summary: Old secrets, like the South, are far-reaching and never simple.
Love: The portrayal of Alabama, the relationship between Burr and Lena, the backwards storytelling
Hate: Ended way too soon.
Favorite Character: A tie between Burr and Clarice.
Favorite Quote: “…because why else would I be with you? It can’t be that you’re smart, or handsome, or interesting, or successful, because you can’t be any of those things in Possett, Alabama. You will be much too busy being black.”
personally i feel like romeo and juliet could have handled the situation better
We took in a stray cat that had a nasty eye infection, so bad that we had to take his eyes out. Being completely blind, one of our older cats decided to take care and help him around the house. I found them later asleep like this.
So, in the middle of everything today, we ran across a hellaciously distressed momma mallard and a bunch of her baby ducks that had fallen down a sewer grate. Another guy was already trying to fish them out, so my friend and I called animal control before we tried to fish the rest of them out. When Animal Control got there, we had all of them out and the mother duck quacking very happily. I was surprised - none of us got snapped at or hurt. I was even holding onto a bag at one point that had all of them in it and she just watched me.
I love how the duck is perched on the guy’s butt
I’M SO HAPPY
The mama duck is killing me with her adorable.
Yeah, I’m not actually arrogant enough to write a review of the great American novel. You would think that I would have already read it, right? And in some ways it felt like I had, because the novel has influenced American literature in so many ways. At any rate, I thought I should probably read it before I become an English teacher since it is one of the most-taught novels in America. The way Nick views symbolism is very useful to a high school English teacher, and the references to the way the characters cannot fully understand one another takes it from an unrelatable story about the upper crust of 100 years ago to something easily aligned to a multicultural curriculum. I’d also be interested in reading the funeral scene alongside Eudora Welty.
One Sentence Summary: People get stuck living in circles but wear pretty clothes.
Love: The language, which is both unapproachable and direct at once.
Hate: No one really does the right thing in this novel, do they?
Favorite Character: Myrtle’s dog
Favorite Quote: “Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope” and “It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment”
Valuable Spanish Phrases from our friends at Duolingo.
Virtual supermarkets are popping up in subway stations in South Korea, where commuters can virtually shop for items while waiting for the train to come. Customers simply scan an item’s QR code using the free “Homeplus” app and can have it delivered to their doorstep before they even get home. Ranked as the 2nd most hard-working country in the world to Japan, South Korea is rewarding its workers with this timesaving gem.
Wow! I kinda love this idea.
They had these in Porto! I was way too impressed with it, especially considering how much time we spent in the metro
For months, every morning when my daughter was in preschool, I watched her construct an elaborate castle out of blocks, colorful plastic discs, bits of rope, ribbons and feathers, only to have the same little boy gleefully destroy it within seconds of its completion.
No matter how many times he did it, his parents never swooped in BEFORE the morning’s live 3-D reenactment of “Invasion of AstroMonster.” This is what they’d say repeatedly:
“You know! Boys will be boys!”
“He’s just going through a phase!”
“He’s such a boy! He LOVES destroying things!”
“Oh my god! Girls and boys are SO different!”
“He. Just. Can’t. Help himself!”
I tried to teach my daughter how to stop this from happening. She asked him politely not to do it. We talked about some things she might do. She moved where she built. She stood in his way. She built a stronger foundation to the castle, so that, if he did get to it, she wouldn’t have to rebuild the whole thing. In the meantime, I imagine his parents thinking, “What red-blooded boy wouldn’t knock it down?”
She built a beautiful, glittery castle in a public space.
It was so tempting.
He just couldn’t control himself and, being a boy, had violent inclinations.
She had to keep her building safe.
Her consent didn’t matter. Besides, it’s not like she made a big fuss when he knocked it down. It wasn’t a “legitimate” knocking over if she didn’t throw a tantrum.
His desire — for power, destruction, control, whatever- - was understandable.
Maybe she “shouldn’t have gone to preschool” at all. OR, better if she just kept her building activities to home.
I know it’s a lurid metaphor, but I taught my daughter the preschool block precursor of don’t “get raped” and this child, Boy #1, did not learn the preschool equivalent of “don’t rape.”
Not once did his parents talk to him about invading another person’s space and claiming for his own purposes something that was not his to claim. Respect for her and her work and words was not something he was learning. How much of the boy’s behavior in coming years would be excused in these ways, be calibrated to meet these expectations and enforce the “rules” his parents kept repeating?
There was another boy who, similarly, decided to knock down her castle one day. When he did it his mother took him in hand, explained to him that it was not his to destroy, asked him how he thought my daughter felt after working so hard on her building and walked over with him so he could apologize. That probably wasn’t much fun for him, but he did not do it again.
There was a third child. He was really smart. He asked if he could knock her building down. She, beneficent ruler of all pre-circle-time castle construction, said yes… but only after she was done building it and said it was OK. They worked out a plan together and eventually he started building things with her and they would both knock the thing down with unadulterated joy. You can’t make this stuff up.
Take each of these three boys and consider what he might do when he’s older, say, at college, drunk at a party, mad at an ex-girlfriend who rebuffs him and uses words that she expects will be meaningful and respecte, “No, I don’t want to. Stop. Leave.”
The “overarching attitudinal characteristic” of abusive men is entitlement
This is so brilliant. We learn things from socialization process. What our parents, friends and peers do, media and all. I think perhaps rape is because parents think boys will be boys, they bully, fight and destroy things, it’s their characteristics so they don’t bother to stop them. But it manifests in them, knowing or unknowingly, they will just think, because I’m a boy and boys tend to do these, so it doesn’t matter even if the girl hates it, says no, because I’m a boy.
Just reblog this, this message is really powerful. For parents and future parents.
Hannah Hart’s philosophy on giving yourself a hard time, as told by herself during a walk through rural New York.
[A/N: My house is built in 1898. I am European. It’s old.]
(via hartorotica)
Abandoned Amusement Park in New Orleans
they say New orleans is haunted… this has proved the theory 100%
I was sending photos like this to everyone when I started writing Nightmare in Silver. There is something uniquely disturbing about abandoned Amusement Parks.
