btyciane:

THE MAGIC BEGINS - A Harry Potter Challenge

5. Favourite House/Your House » Ravenclaw
"Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,If you’ve a ready mind,Where those of wit and learning,Will always find their kind.”

btyciane:

THE MAGIC BEGINS - A Harry Potter Challenge

5. Favourite House/Your House » Ravenclaw

"Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you’ve a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind.”

(via daily-owls)

fightyourdragon replied to your post “*pokes mic* Is this thing on? Erm. Anyone who is tapping their foot…”

yay!! I can probably still access it I’m guessing…I’m off to sleep now since I have to be up at 5:30 for work but I will check in tomorrow!!

Your name is still on the folder! You should be able to get in. Drop me a note if it isn’t acting right? *good sleep and easy work* 

By 1680, you see the beginning of the changes. What had happened - and this is a complicated story - was that colonial leaders had to deal with Bacon and that rebellion. The British sent a fleet of three ships and by the time they got to Virginia, there were 8,000 poor men rebelling who had burned down Jamestown - blacks, whites, mulattos. And it was quite clear that this kind of unity and solidarity among the poor was dangerous.

After that, they began to pass laws, very gradually. They passed laws that gave Europeans privileges while they increasingly enslaved Africans. They passed a number of laws that prevented blacks, Indians, and mulattos from owning firearms, for example. Everybody had firearms. Everybody in Virginia still has firearms!

Then there was another change: There was a decline in the number of European servants coming to the New World. At the same time, there was an increase in the ships bringing Africans to the New World. By the 1690s or so, the English themselves had outfitted their ships to bring Africans back from the continent, and this is the first time that they had had direct connections.

But the Africans also had something else. They had skills which neither the Indians nor the Irish had. The Africans brought here were farmers. They knew how to farm semi-tropical crops. They knew how to build houses. They were brick makers, for example. They were carpenters and calabash carvers and rope makers and leather workers. They were metal workers. They were people who knew how to smelt ore and get iron out of it. They had so many skills that we don’t often recognize. But the colony leaders certainly recognized that. And they certainly gave high value to those slaves who had those skills.

After 1690 things begin to change. All of the Europeans become identified as “white.” And Africans take on a different kind of identity. They are not only heathens, but they are people who are perceived as vulnerable to being enslaved. And that’s a major point. Africans were vulnerable because it became part of the consciousness that they had no rights as Englishmen. Even the poorest Englishman knew that he had some rights. But once a planter owns a few Africans, the idea that the Africans had no rights that they had to recognize became very clear. And that’s why they were vulnerable to being enslaved, and kept in slavery. The laws that were passed after that all tended to diminish the rights of African people. But between 1690 and 1735, even those Africans who had been free and who had been there for many generations, had their rights taken away from them.

Once you magnify the difference between the slaves and the free, then it was possible to create a society in which the slaves were little better than animals. They were thought of as animals. And the more you think of slaves as animals, the more you justify keeping them as slaves.

After a while, slavery became identified with Africans. Blackness and slavery went together in the popular mind. And this is why we can say that race is a product of the popular mind, because it was this consciousness that blackness and slavery were bound together, that gave people the idea that Africans were a different kind of people.

Think of the early 17th century planter who wrote to the trustees of his company and he said, “Please don’t send us any more Irishmen. Send us some Africans, because the Africans are civilized and the Irish are not.” But 100 years later, the Africans become increasingly brutalized. They become increasingly homogenized into a category called “savages.” And all the attributes of savagery which the English had once given to the Irish, now they are giving to the Africans.

Why were Africans the slaves of choice?

Audrey Smedley is a professor of anthropology at Virginia Commonwealth University. She is author of Race in North America: Origins of a Worldview.

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bootsnblossoms:

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*SMISHES* Look at your sweet face!! buy 89 kinds of paste and wax, play with that fun stuff!!

Awww, thank you! *smushes you back* Yes! I want to EXPERIMENT! *cue squeaky horror music* All the spiky, crazy hair and all the colors that I can wash out before monday and all the weirdness!

I feel like I should try out butch, too, since I presently have the hair for it. Go back to my teenage grunge look for awhile. Not that I have the boots or the chains or the jeans for it anymore, but they wouldn’t be hard to find:D

buuuuuuutch. in. boooooots.  I thought I finally had the right size engineer boots, but my heel still slips in them. I saw an advert for some fancy new gel inserts, I think if I can just lift my arches enough, they might be okay :/ 

Also, I don’t know how long it’s been since you bought jeans, but NOTHING fits like it used to. i think my ass has fallen. i don’t understand my body anymore

canolacrush:

snogandagrope:

canolacrush:

Lord give me strength

to finish writing this chapter

for I walk through the valley of fluff

and know not the words

*shoves all the fluff writing strength at your sweet face* FLUFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!! *bounces* 

Oh god, NOT THE SOFT PILLOWS!!!  D:

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(lol sorry I just really like this gif and old school Dracula)

Please know that the thought of sexy bear Christmas Present John and that gorgeous Frozenlock is occasionally all that keeps me breathing.

greencarnations:

greencarnations:

lux-obscura:

By request: greencarnations trying (and failing) to deep throat a banana in the TPP suite on Saturday night.

Isn’t she lovely, folks? XD

then everyone turns around to see me holding a banana and shouting “HOW DO PEOPLE IN FANFICTION DO THIS”

let us, friends, take a moment to appreciate my eye makeup in this photoset

Taking it. Also pondering whether or not a person would choke to death trying this alone. throat closes, mashes off a chunk of banana, panic and death. Not even a 2.

asker

Anonymous asked: I now want to give Sherlock a violin and make sure to call it Fisher-Price. Keep being lovely, moonblossom!

ishipanarmada:

moonblossom:

You keep being lovely too, nonnie!

Now, who’s gonna draw Sherlock with this beauty of an instrument?

Sherlock cringed as he looked up the seventeen stairs to the flat. He had enough experience by now to realize John would not be welcoming when he walked through the door, because even Sherlock knew he’d acted like a spoiled prat before he’d flounced out to pout at the morgue. Distraction ruined any work to be done there, Sherlock took a turn around the park, idly deducing every jogger and duck feeder he came across to wile away some time.

Boring.

Now he was home, and knew without a doubt, he’d not be in John’s good graces without a proper apology. He gritted his teeth and took the stairs two at a time to swallow his medicine and get on with it.

The door stood open and from the threshold Sherlock could see John sitting in his chair, the ridiculous spy novel he’d been reading open on his lap, the occasional pfft of a page turned the only sound. 

Sherlock hesitated long enough for even John to notice.

"Are you planning to come in or are you going to hover there all night?" John didn’t look up, flipping another page.

Sherlock sighed and straightened his shoulders, unbuttoned his coat and stepped inside. He stopped short, however, as he spied something out of place on his chair across from John.

Blinking, his mouth fell open at the sight. A plastic child’s toy, a vulgarly colored violin, complete with mini bow lay propped up on the cushion.

Sherlock’s brow furrowed while at the same time his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Anyone who thought John Watson a fool or without a brilliant sense of irony knew him not at all.

"John, I—" Sherlock started.

John cleared his throat, interrupting him. “I thought perhaps if you were going to act like a child, you should own a toy appropriate for one.” He turned another page, but Sherlock heard the opening he needed, a lightening of John’s tone which signaled his coming forgiveness.

Lip curling upward, Sherlock took the two steps remaining to the chair and bent, picking up the toy. The small thing, dwarfed even further by the size of Sherlock’s hand, weighed nearly nothing, but Sherlock treated it as if it were his own beloved instrument as he brought it to his chin and poised the bow above it.

"Any requests?"

Navy blue eyes flicked upward—the fine lines of the beginnings of a smile etching the corners—and John raised an eyebrow.

The thick cords of tension between them unravelled bit by bit until they both smiled, the weight of guilt sliding off of Sherlock’s shoulders, and he was grateful John Watson was who he was. 

His.

itsu-made-mo:

insidiouschris:

i909:

sosuperawesome:

Inspired by Riusuke Fukahori, Keng Lye creates these artworks by applying layer upon layer of acrylic paint on clear resin.

*burns every art material*

Breath taking..

I thought they were animals omg D: this is gorgeous ♡

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canolacrush:

Lord give me strength

to finish writing this chapter

for I walk through the valley of fluff

and know not the words

*shoves all the fluff writing strength at your sweet face* FLUFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!! *bounces* 

f-l-e-u-r-d-e-l-y-s:

 faig ahmeds Embroidered Art 

When you think of traditional carpets from Azerbaijan, the thought of contemporary art does not quickly spring to mind… but these beautiful, and modern works will change that. Faiq Ahmed, a native of the Eurasian nation, has taken his countries old-school art form and brought it beautifully into the current era, deconstructing the ancient process of weaving and adapting it to todays contemporary art forms.

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rubee:

sexhaver:

this picture is a lot funnier if you imagine this seal’s mouth is the black line between its whiskers instead of the one under them

rubee:

sexhaver:

this picture is a lot funnier if you imagine this seal’s mouth is the black line between its whiskers instead of the one under them

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theduplicitytimes:

6 WRITING TIPS FROM JOHN STEINBECK
Abandon the idea that you are ever going to finish. Lose track of the 400 pages and write just one page for each day, it helps. Then when it gets finished, you are always surprised.
Write freely and as rapidly as possible and throw the whole thing on paper. Never correct or rewrite until the whole thing is down. Rewrite in process is usually found to be an excuse for not going on. It also interferes with flow and rhythm which can only come from a kind of unconscious association with the material.
Forget your generalized audience. In the first place, the nameless, faceless audience will scare you to death and in the second place, unlike the theater, it doesn’t exist. In writing, your audience is one single reader. I have found that sometimes it helps to pick out one person—a real person you know, or an imagined person and write to that one.
If a scene or a section gets the better of you and you still think you want it—bypass it and go on. When you have finished the whole you can come back to it and then you may find that the reason it gave trouble is because it didn’t belong there.
Beware of a scene that becomes too dear to you, dearer than the rest. It will usually be found that it is out of drawing.
If you are using dialogue—say it aloud as you write it. Only then will it have the sound of speech.
"If there is a magic in story writing, and I am convinced there is, no one has ever been able to reduce it to a recipe that can be passed from one person to another. The formula seems to lie solely in the aching urge of the writer to convey something he feels important to the reader. If the writer has that urge, he may sometimes, but by no means always, find the way to do it. You must perceive the excellence that makes a good story good or the errors that makes a bad story. For a bad story is only an ineffective story."

theduplicitytimes:

6 WRITING TIPS FROM JOHN STEINBECK

  1. Abandon the idea that you are ever going to finish. Lose track of the 400 pages and write just one page for each day, it helps. Then when it gets finished, you are always surprised.
  2. Write freely and as rapidly as possible and throw the whole thing on paper. Never correct or rewrite until the whole thing is down. Rewrite in process is usually found to be an excuse for not going on. It also interferes with flow and rhythm which can only come from a kind of unconscious association with the material.
  3. Forget your generalized audience. In the first place, the nameless, faceless audience will scare you to death and in the second place, unlike the theater, it doesn’t exist. In writing, your audience is one single reader. I have found that sometimes it helps to pick out one person—a real person you know, or an imagined person and write to that one.
  4. If a scene or a section gets the better of you and you still think you want it—bypass it and go on. When you have finished the whole you can come back to it and then you may find that the reason it gave trouble is because it didn’t belong there.
  5. Beware of a scene that becomes too dear to you, dearer than the rest. It will usually be found that it is out of drawing.
  6. If you are using dialogue—say it aloud as you write it. Only then will it have the sound of speech.

"If there is a magic in story writing, and I am convinced there is, no one has ever been able to reduce it to a recipe that can be passed from one person to another. The formula seems to lie solely in the aching urge of the writer to convey something he feels important to the reader. If the writer has that urge, he may sometimes, but by no means always, find the way to do it. You must perceive the excellence that makes a good story good or the errors that makes a bad story. For a bad story is only an ineffective story."

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babygoatsandfriends:

gitchygitchygoomeans:

happyperson023:

gitchygitchygoomeans:

sectumseverus19:

p0king-sm0t:

dolly-kitten:

SCRUB DUB DUB GOAT IN A TUB

How can you not reblog a soapy baby goat

Goats make me laugh because when they make goat noises their tongue goes out.

what do you guys think he is saying?

I think MEEEHHHH

I MEAN IN GOAT LANGUAGE. WHAT DOES MEEEHHHH TRANSLATE TO?

In this situation is means STOP WASHING MY BUTT!!

babygoatsandfriends:

gitchygitchygoomeans:

happyperson023:

gitchygitchygoomeans:

sectumseverus19:

p0king-sm0t:

dolly-kitten:

SCRUB DUB DUB GOAT IN A TUB

How can you not reblog a soapy baby goat

Goats make me laugh because when they make goat noises their tongue goes out.

what do you guys think he is saying?

I think MEEEHHHH

I MEAN IN GOAT LANGUAGE. WHAT DOES MEEEHHHH TRANSLATE TO?

In this situation is means STOP WASHING MY BUTT!!

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