J. M. W. Turner - Morning Amongst The Coniston Falls, Cumberland (1798)
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Froka’s stupidly massive introduction to comics, part three: Loki
Oh god. So here’s the deal with Loki, in the comics.
I mentioned in part one of this dressed-up rambling about comics that after his plan to attack Asgard with Norman Osborn backfired badly, and he went out in a blaze of glory. This is true. It is also true that he did so after a series of backstabs, time-traveling, and double-dealing that removed him from Hela’s (ruler of the Norse underworld, kind of evil, mostly just… ruler of Hel, for all that entails) books, so he was reborn as a child, with no memory of his past.
And then things went badly. For us.
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One of the great mysteries of the world. How are the Himba women of Namibia so classically beautiful, overall?
I’m not talking about ‘exotic’ beauty, I’m talking about straightforward, symmetrical featured, almost scientifically-measured beauty. At first, you think, oh that’s just brilliant skin care and awesome hair but that doesn’t explain the actual structured features, which are — almost uniformly — spectacular.
Just … amazing. It’s like God said, “And here are your supermodels. You’re welcome.”
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Bikers Against Child Abuse make abuse victims feel safe
These tough bikers have a soft spot: aiding child-abuse victims. Anytime, anywhere, for as long as it takes the child to feel safe, these leather-clad guardians will stand tall and strong against the dark, and the fear, and those who seek to harm.
The 11-year-old girl hears the rumble of their motorcycles, rich and deep, long before she sees them. She chews her bottom lip, nervous.
They are coming for her.
The bikers roar into sight, a pack of them, long-haired and tattooed, with heavy boots and leather vests, and some riding double. They circle the usually quiet Gilbert cul-de-sac, and the noise pulls neighbors from behind slatted wood blinds and glossy front doors.
One biker stops at the mouth of the street, parks in the middle of the road and stands guard next to his motorcycle, arms crossed.
The rest back up to the curb in front of the girl’s house, almost in formation, parking side by side. There are 14 motorcycles in all, mostly black and shiny chrome. The bikers rev their engines again before shutting them down.
The sudden silence is deafening. The girl’s mother takes her hand.
The leader of this motorcycle club is a 55-year-old man who has a salt-and-pepper Fu Manchu and wears his hair down past his shoulders. He eases off his 2000 Harley Road King and approaches the little girl.
He is formidable, and intimidating, and he knows it. So he bends low in front of the little girl and puts out his hand, tanned and weathered from the sun and wind: “Hi, I’m Pipes.”
“Nice to meet you,” she says softly, her small hand disappearing in his.
The unruly-looking mob in her driveway is there to help her feel safe again. They are members of the Arizona chapter of Bikers Against Child Abuse International, and they wear their motto on their black leather vests and T-shirts: “No child deserves to live in fear.”
I’ll admit - this made me tear up. I’d never heard of BACA before. Now I want to find the WA and OR chapters, and give them some money. I can’t give them a lot - I live hand-to-mouth - but they deserve my support. Surviving abuse is not - *not* - easy. These bikers have taken on a nearly-impossible task, struggling to make it a little easier. Amazing. Absolutely wonderful.
The bikers aren’t looking for trouble. They are there so the kids don’t feel so alone, or so powerless. Pipes recalls going to court with an 8-year-old boy, and how tiny he looked on the witness stand, his feet dangling a foot off the floor.
“It’s scary enough for an adult to go to court,” he says. “We’re not going to let one of our little wounded kids go alone.”
In court that day, the judge asked the boy, “Are you afraid?” No, the boy said.
Pipes says the judge seemed surprised, and asked, “Why not?”
The boy glanced at Pipes and the other bikers sitting in the front row, two more standing on each side of the courtroom door, and told the judge, “Because my friends are scarier than he is.”
This is the most beautiful, awe-inspiring thing I’ve read in a long time. I wanna write a book about these guys, Jesus Christ. Where’s the blockbuster movie about these badasses?
I’m, honestly, sobbing.
What wonderful, kindhearted people. Once again just proves that you can’t judge a book by its cover.
((I come from a family of bikers. And I just have to say that BACA is an amazing organization. They often participate in rides and fundraisers to benefit local children’s charities, as well as the things mentioned above. This is their website if anyone wants to visit their faq to learn more about their cause :) ))
Goddamn I love this.
I’m literally sobbing. This hits me in so many places for so many reasons. Amazing.
Okay…a large amount of faith in humanity restored :D
“Pipes reminded them to be mindful of their emotions. That means no hugging unless the child initiates it.”
HELL YES. I love this.
Makes me cry every time.
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I wonder how many Sherlockians are aware of the popular theory among scholars that Arthur Conan Doyle’s knighthood was a personal bribe from the king of England to return to writing Sherlock Holmes stories after The Final Problem.
every time i get sad i just remember how much sir arthur conan doyle hates sherlock and i laugh for like at least 20 minutes
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I hope this doesn’t come across as petty but for the past week I have been struggling with the issues of notes. I personally take how many notes a post gets as feedback. It tells me this is what people really like and enjoy. A lot of my photography I have for free and paid for a lot of gear all…
If they’re just reposting the exact thing you posted there’s really no reason for them not to reblog it.
And if they’re crediting you they clearly know where they came from, so I don’t think it’s petty or unreasonable at all to want them to reblog them from you instead (or at the very least if they want to post them in a different arrangement or something to contact you with a link to the post so you can see what kind of notes that’s getting).
You’re being totally reasonable.
