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The world is watching, White America.
FIGHT TERRORISM, STOP COPS.
When spoken word artist Brenna Twohy tells you that she is an unabashed devotee of all things “Potterotica” — erotic fiction based in the magical universe of Harry Potter — your response probably shouldn’t be that her taste is “unrealistic.”
Hello!! I’m in need of a HUGE signal boost right now (and maybe a big reporting session) because my best friend is being blackmailed by her ex boyfriend.
I’m not exactly sure what I’m supposed to put here, but I feel like this should be a warning for anyone who knows him and just a general informative thing. Jacob lives in Australia and is 16 years of age. They’ve had a very unhealthy relationship and he’s threatened sending out her nudes multiple times. Jacob is very manipulative and emotionally abusive towards her and even ends up pulling me and her other friends into not being able to do anything because it’ll end up hurting her. He’s made around 7 Twitter accounts to contact my friend in the times that she was trying to get out of the relationship.
In the picture above, he’s posted her nudes and threatened her.
ALL IM ASKING IS FOR YOU TO REPORT HIM ON EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING:
His Twitter accounts all start with @/neinthousand but the one that was most recently used was: @/neinthousand12 (but it was apparently deleted)
His Facebook account is:Jacob R Hynes, and he has more but I am unable to find them. They’re under Jacob Hynes and the like.
********** UPDATES!!! **********
First, we thought we had a compromise.
Then this happened not even a minute after:
PLEASE CONTINUE REBLOGGING THIS. My friend is only 15 years of age and this is absolutely horrible. We’re getting ahold of local authorities but if you see the pictures anywhere (namely twitter) REPORT THEM IMMEDIATELY.
Put this guy on blast. Detestable scum.
Fucking ruin him.
if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao
I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior. I had a real sword with me, too. I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion. Some woman walks by, with her little girl. The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight. But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.” You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?” And the girl looked around and saw me. I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood. So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?” And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating. Like she thinks I’m going to say no. So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her. And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.” I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.
Everyone can enjoy what they like, and everyone can be a hero.
why does nothing on the tumblr app work
Remus Arthur Potter, you were named after two men who looked out for my safety and cared about my well-being out of altruism and decency rather than because I was a tool for them to use or because I was someone’s son.
Even now, even after everything (Ned’s death, the RW, all of ASOS) people are expecting a standard tropey story. So it’s only natural [for some fans to believe] that Jon and Dany’s stories will end with them falling in love, beating the bad…
I love my skin!
Happy 43rd Birthday, Amy Meredith Poehler! (September 16, 1971)
Knowing what I do now, especially post-RW, I would have said Tywin Lannister, Walder Frey and Roose Bolton. (Though in a society such as Westeros, three names are too few. I’d want to include a lot more, but I’m thinking politically at the moment, and from a Stark perspective, since you asked about Arya.)
However, I’m a 24-year-old person who knows where the story was headed, whereas Arya was a 10-11 (I think she was, in Harrehal?) year-old child who has no ability to see the future. After all, aside from being scary, what cause did Arya have to want Roose dead, seeing as she thought him a bannerman to her brother?
She does regret her decision to not name later, if you recall. She remarks that none of the other men she named were of any importance, and Tywin Lannister was the real enemy. But by then, it was too late.
And Walder Frey is of course out of the question for Arya. She didn’t know him (she may have known that the Lord of the Crossing was named Walder Frey but I reckon that’d be it) and the Freys never tormented her or did her any harm at that point, and they were fighting for Robb as well.
Given her age and most importantly, the situation she was in at the time, I don’t think her choices were unreasonable or unintelligent. (And her naming ‘Jaqen H’ghar’ as her third choice was a very clever move, I think we all can agree.) I reckon if I were of age with her, I’d make similar choices. And Weese actively threatened her safety, as well. He physically and mentally abused her, and who blame a child (or even a grown person) for wanting him dead?
As an unrelated note, may I just point out that Arya naming Chiswyck reveals such a significant trait of her character? For those who don’t remember, Arya names Chiswyck after overhearing him telling the other soldiers about a gang-rape he participated in. She didn’t know this girl. IIRC, Chiswyck never beat her or threatened her like Weese and Polliver. But she was so disgusted and horrified by the action that, she named him over the dozens of people who did her harm personally. Every time I read something about Arya being a 'sociopath' (let’s not even get into how ableist it is to use that word without having proper education to make that diagnosis) or ‘lacking empathy’ I want to print out that page, cover a rock with it and throw it at the people who make such claims.
Look at these cuties though! #harrypotter #bloomsbury #hermionegranger #ronweasley
This time, when Littlefinger offers something to Sansa, she does not hesitate to take it. Slender fingers close around the out-held cloth with a complicity so deeply and secretly held that she is barely aware that it exists at all. Perhaps heroes do not exist, perhaps men are not honorable; perhaps monsters win. But there are other perhapses as well, Sansa is sure of it, even though she cannot begin to imagine what they are. Songs can lie to the bird that sings them. She has already learned this, and the lesson had been harsh. But perhaps the bird can lie back.
If there is appeal in the prospect, it is bittersweet at best, for somethings — whether they be rules or wishes or dreams — cannot be sloughed cleanly or quickly. Not all creatures grow by the simple shedding of skin. No, some must burrow, others sleep. Some must be consumed. Still others, consume instead.
Sansa finds some these thoughts distasteful, like a slab of raw meat that she is loathe to touch. (My hands are still clean.) To make this point, she gracefully wipes her fingers and then refolds the cloth that was given to her, offering it back to Lord Baelish in turn.
▹ Gaeta’s Lament | Alessandro Juliani, Bear McCreary (x)But wish no more,
My life you can take,
To have her please just one day wake.
To have her please just one day wake.
To have her please just one day wake.
▹ Turn the Dirt Over | Sea Wolf (x)You left your brother in a northern town.
Took the ferry o’er the water on the bay.
His body covered by the colors going down.
The statue in the square before the wind could change.
▹ Awaken | Dario Marianelli (x)( Instrumental )
▹ Overture | Patrick Wolf (x)Now after all these years, you are at last opening.
Was it worth all that war just to win?
So caught up in the speed of the days in your sin.
Don’t forget how the story begins, no.
Don’t forget now.
▹ Aprés Moi | Regina Spektor (x)Февраль. Достать чернил и плакать!
Писать о феврале навзрыд,
Пока грохочущая слякоть
Весною черною горит.
February. Get ink, shed tears!
Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,
While torrential slush that roars
Burns in the blackness of the spring.
▹ Horse and I | Bats for Lashes (x)Came upon the headdress.
It was gilded, dark and golden.
The children sang.
I was so afraid, I took it to my head and prayed.
▹ Woman King | Iron and Wine (x)Hundred years, hundred more,
Someday we may see,
A woman king,
Sword in hand,
Swing at some evil and bleed.
▹ Goshen | Beirut (x)You’re on in five, it’s time you rise or fail.
They’ve gone before, stood by your door all day.
For what it’s worth, defend your kind from shame.
The lights are down, go on inside, they’ve paid.
You’re the face in stone, through the land I own.
You never found it home.
You’re not the girl I used to know.