- Do not forget Michael Brown
- Do not forget how the media dehumanized him and tried to justify his murder
- Do not forget how peaceful protests were painted as savage riots
- Do not forget police armed with military grade weapons terrorized and arrested black civilians
- Do not forget Darren Wilson being awarded over $200,000 in fundraiser donations for murdering an unarmed black child
- Do not forget that this system was not built to defend us, but to control us
- Do not forget Ferguson
tuck yourself in you better hold onto your teddy
it’s Nightmare on Elm Street
AND GUESS WHO’S PLAYIN FREDDY?
(a mix for monster girls)
gods for the modern age: azrael
sing the glory of the divine. you are death’s messenger: look over the dying, link hands with the dead, and when the end comes lift them up and return them to the light. do not go gentle. bring justice and retribution against all who do wrong. never waver. but do not let the harshness of your duty dissuade you from its full and perfect reverence—you are the one whom god helps.
It happened one summer that a curse fell on my family. The details aren’t important. We could be here all night with who married whom and who cursed what. There was a curse, that’s all you need to know.
All seven of my brothers were turned into swans. From loud, hard-handed boys, they became mute birds, with wings as white as cloud and eyes as dark as heaven.
There was a great deal of chaos. There usually is, when someone turns into a bird. They went mad indoors and had to be ushered out into the gardens, to flap and sulk and arch their necks in beautiful reproach.
The wise woman of the woods came to me, with her hair wrapped up in leaf and copper wire. She told me that I was given the task of weaving seven shirts in silence, and only then would they be restored to human form.
A single word spoken, a single stitch unsewn, and they would be swans forever.
As soon as the wisewoman left the room, I pitched my spindle into the fire and sang aloud the raunchiest song I knew.
I never liked my brothers. They made much better swans.
BBC Music’s Impossible Orchestra: God Only Knows
1. Dave Grohl / 2. Alison Balsom / 3. Lorde / 4. Pharrell Williams / 5. Zane Lowe / 6. Sam Smith / 7. Paloma Faith / 8. Eliza Carthy / 9. Nicola Benedetti / 10. Chris Martin / 11. Jaz Dhami / 12. Martin James Bartlett / 13. Danielle de Niese / 14. Stevie Wonder / 15. Florence Welch / 16. Lauren Laverne / 17. Brian Wilson / 18. Jake Bugg / 19. Katie Derham / 20. Gareth Malone / 21. Kylie Minogue / 22. Chrissie Hynde / 23. One Direction / 24. Emeli Sandé / 25. Elton John / 26. Baaba Maal / 27. Ethan Johns / 28. Jools Holland / 29. Jamie Cullum / 30. Brian May / 31. Tees Valley Youth Choir / 32. BBC Concert Orchestra
I like my women how I like my men.
That’s the joke.
I am bisexual.
It’s a little rainy today, but this is basically what it looks like where I am right now.
that awesome moment when you finished reading a really good book and you see it at a store then you cunningly smile at it as if you had an affair with it.
The horrifying thing is that this is true.
A while ago I heard a version of this story where Athena has pity on Medusa and turns her into the gorgon to protect her from all men. A gift instead of a punishment for her brother’s crimes.
It always stuck with me, so here’s a doodle.
This has come up on my blog a few times, and I REALLY really am struck by how beautiful this is. so.. reblogging it to you guys. Isn’t it lovely?