The Void

the place i scream my thoughts quietly

[whenthewallfell]

Peeta: what if we held hands 😳 and maybe....😳😳😳 kissed 🫣??

Katniss: what if we got married and raw dogged and I had your undoubtedly beautiful babies and fell so deeply in love with you that when you died in a tragic accident I became catatonic with grief and abandoned our children to fend for themselves for years until my greatest nightmares inevitably came true and they were ripped away from me by The Games

Peeta: ...

Katniss: what then.

[arnaerr]

Happy 10th anniversary, The Witcher 3!

This game is what inspired me to get into landscape painting more seriously. Here are the related landscapes I've painted throughout the years :)

all available as prints

[yvonnesart]

BELATED happy National Poetry Month!

“I Know Crips Live Here” by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

“Prayer for Werewolves” by Stephanie Burt

“Tin Busket” by Jenny George

“Give Ear to My Words (Psalm 5)” by Ernesto Cardenal

“Penelope / Odysseus” by Alex Peery Clark @two-bees-poetry

“Achilles / Patroclus” by LJ Moore

“First They Came for the Jews” by Pastor Niemöller

“Two-Headed Calf” by Laura Gilpin

“she asked me if i believed in god and i told her that when i was four i almost drowned in a public pool and in my panic mistook a stranger for my father.” by @inkskinned

“all this living is catching up to me” by @hauntedomens

“The Hymn of Patroclus” by Penelope L. P.

“The first lines of emails I’ve received while quarantining” by Jessica Salfia

“Song for Baby-O, Unborn” by Diane di Prima

“Question” by May Swenson

“Young People” by Richie Hofmann

“The Bronze Arms” by Richie Hofmann

“The Trans Agenda is to Keep My F*cking Friends Alive” by Sol Rios

“For a Student Who Used AI to Write a Paper” by Joseph Fasano

“The Boy Scout Pledge” by Michael Glatze

“How to Watch Your Brother Die” by Michael Lassell

“We Have Enough Dead Friends” by Lena Oleanderson @lena-oleanderson

[arwen-ap-urdo]

What if I can't do it?

What happens if the burden is too heavy, the burnout too exhausting, if the stone slips and rolls down the slope that I've been pushing it up for half a decade?

"You can do it," she says. "You are smart and capable and mine."

But she doesn't know the weight of it. Of how far there still is left to go. Of the rapid flit of the future, ever-changing and unknown, like the crest of a mountain revealing itself with only the next stride.

But what if I don't.

Love lies within the answer. That if the stone falls, I can fall with it - back into the arms of the one who held me first. Two truths coexist. She wants the world for me and expects that I will achieve it. My achievements will never determine my value to her. Her words, her assurances, her love reminds me; she'd sooner have a dropout for a daughter than a dead one.

So I rest, adjust the burden, and take another step up that mountain.

[inkskinned]

it's extremely critical that you see the photo of the perp walk for luigi mangione as being propaganda. i've seen so many people wave it off and instead fawn over his looks. and trust me, i know it ended up being kind of pathetic and weird - but please don't brush it off as a "modelling opportunity" for him. it's a fucking terrifying message the police are sending.

i want to make a few comparisons here, in case you're not from the US or familiar with why the perp walk thing is something to pay attention to. just to set the groundwork for why this is a purposeful, unusual, and cruel act by the nyc police - for why this is not a common occurrence and for why that matters.

the prosecution alleges the show of force is due to the charge of "terrorism." for comparison, in june 2015, tsarnaev was found guilty for the boston marathon bombing, which killed 3 people and injured hundreds. his actions are considered to be an act of domestic terrorism. i have spent the last hour looking through google for pictures of similar to mangione's perp walk - and so far, i have found zero. i also just do not personally remember a moment like that, despite living in boston at the time.

they allege that luigi is a stone-cold killer who carried out a longterm plan, making him particularly dangerous. again for comparison: in nyc, recently cory martin was found guilty of the killing of brandy odom. the murder was planned and premeditated to steal insurance money. and yet no staged perp walk. why didn't her life matter enough for a "show of force"?

but mangione gets paraded by a veritable army of police officers as if he is a rabid animal. for a single citizen who allegedly killed one other single citizen, the "largest perp walk ever" occurs.

so what is the "strong message" that the mayor and the police were trying to send here? the mayor speaks as if mangione is already convicted of terrorism. there is a very thin number of people who feel threatened by the CEO's death. none of us felt like mangione needs to be under massive armed guard.

the message is that you shouldn't resist. they are trying to "make an example" of him - that if you behave badly and kill a single rich person, you'll be treated as if you killed hundreds of people. you will be treated worse than a man who was found guilty of terrorism. you will be considered guilty without trial. the message is that the rich are a protected class, and you cannot touch them without massive punishment. they are trying to prevent a revolution by showing dominance and force against you.

the message is that the police are a puppet of the wealthy and that the law is not equally applied across class disparity. it is "some are more equal than others." it is "one life is more precious than another."

the show of force wasn't for luigi. it was for us. it was a warning. they are trying to remind us who is really in control.

[arwen-ap-urdo]

"I am a mosaic of everyone that I've ever loved, even for just a heartbeat" - @viridianmasquerade

I came across a LOTR self insert crackfic today, the funniest thing I've read for a while, and I was about to share it with a friend when I remembered. I haven't spoken to that friend in years. We live in different cities and live different lives. I dont even know if he's married or not. But he was the friend who liked Lord of the Rings, so we would send each other memes. I was a little in love with him once, and so I watched attack on titan, beacuse it was his favourite, and now I like anime so I watch it with my brother, who introduced me to spyxfamily which we watch together with my mum whenever we're all home. I read webtoons because my friend loved one, I gave harry styles a chance because I had a flatmate who was in love with him, I say shawarma properly because my friend taught me how - I also haven't seen that friend in years.

Sometimes I don't know where I finish and they begin, do I even have my own interests? Do I like physics because my favourite teacher taught physics and I was nothing if not the teacher's pet? Who would I have been if that love hadn't leaked into my degree and my profession? And so the heartbreak that I no longer know some of the people who have shaped my life into the richness that it is swells and occasionally overflows.

But I have no choice but to love the mosaic; the evidence of all the little loves I've carried, the people I imitate, the characters I adore. I wish we were forever. I wish I could hold all of you tight to me, that I could send that fic to you and we could laugh together like no time has passed.

Our lives intersect and twin and diverge. Who knows if we'll meet again. I still love you. You added so much to my life, and I hope I added something to yours.

[inkskinned]

i have spent a few days listening to the music you like. you have a tattoo of the band's logo on your ribs. you got it when you were still kind of a kid. my first tattoo was a bird instead. i did the math - we got our first tattoos in the same calendar year. isn't that kind of cool.

my mom loves hallmark movies, so i grew up thinking love would look like a firework. it feels like one, after all. it's just that my house wasn't safe. i thought love was a weapon, could be pointed at your eyes. could lose a finger to it, or teeth. my father used to say passion is everything. i thought that meant constant fighting was a good thing. i thought that meant love looked like a week of bickering, because it was worth the the weekend's boombox apology. i thought quiet love was boring. i thought love had to blot out everything, compel the body and the mind like puppetry. i thought love looks like ruining your own dinner table - but at least you set a feast.

but love looks like a scarf. your hands smoothing it down my chest, being sure each of the edges are tucked in, worried about my asthma attacks being cold-activated. i race you while i'm wearing heels, you hold my hand to guide me downhill while walking my dog. we dance in my living room to waltz of the flowers, i show you how to hold your arms in proper ballet port de bras. you write a song about looking out of my window while the snow falls. i ask you to text my friends back while i'm driving. you play dj in the front seat. somewhere on route 93, we start murmuring about secret things.

oh. there is a difference between peace and dispassion. it was never that i feared quiet, it's that i didn't know what safe felt like. i liked the chaos because it was familiar, not because it was kind. i think i used to fear the word wife. i didn't like the idea of long, lonely days and being yelled at for small things. i didn't like the idea of sacrificing my one beautiful life.

you meet my friends and make a point to learn things about them. we both get excited about the other person's passions. you read my book for hours, squinting at the small words. i try to understand basic guitar information. we talk for four hours on the phone while i string together a garland. we talk for six hours while you write a poem. i save a pintrest tip for the summer about making paper kites. i plan us a week-long trip to maine, map out my favorite places for an eventual hike. you fall asleep on the ride home, and i turn down the radio so it won't wake you up. your quiet hands fold over mine.

when i look up, the stars are brighter. how carefully you've woven gold into the corners of my life. when i move, i feel some part of my soul reflected back onto you.

oh, love is not a net. it's a blanket.

[schnilf]

renfield the original spiders georg

[ultrafacts]

Source 

[hellkatsally]

These dudes are fucking legit.  They don’t just show up one day in court, either, they actually make friends with the kids and let them know they have a support system and that there are people in the world who care about them and will always have their back.  And less important, but also cool, is that the few times a couple of them have come into my cafe, they’ve been super friendly and polite and when I told one of the guys that I noticed his Bikers Against Child Abuse patch and wanted him to know how awesome I thought he was because of it, he got kind of shy and blushed and said, “The kids are the awesome ones, we just let them know they’re allowed to be brave.”

[bebinn]

The source is long, but so, so good. These men and women are available in 36 states, 24 hours a day to stand guard at home, in court, at school, even if the child has a nightmare. Many of them are survivors of childhood abuse as well, and know what it’s like to feel scared and 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.”

[lesbian-moon-gf]

Actual tears.. hnngh

[bee-whistler]

Show me more of people like this, world. I give up on humans too easily.

[groovypirate]

where do i sign up for this,i want to be in this gang

[ultrafacts]

[haydengisearchive-deactivated20]

This is fucking amazing. It may be out of character for me to say this but rock on

[clatterbane]

Bikers Against Child Abuse was founded in 1995 by a Native American child psychologist whose ride name is Chief, when he came across a young boy who had been subjected to extreme abuse and was too afraid to leave his house. He called the boy to reach out to him, but the only thing that seemed to interest the child was Chief’s bike. Soon, some 20 bikers went to the boy’s neighborhood and were able to draw him out of his house for the first time in weeks.

Chief’s thesis was that a child who has been abused by an adult can benefit psychologically from the presence of even more intimidating adults that they know are on their side. “When we tell a child they don’t have to be afraid, they believe us,” Arizona biker Pipes told azcentral.com. “When we tell them we will be there for them, they believe us.” ( Article)

More about BACA, from their site

[uriesays]

My parents are a part of this organization and they are metal af

They go on runs to protect the child if they feel even the slightest threatened no matter where. If the child needs them to go on vacation with them, they do. Bikers come from across the nation to watch over and take shifts for these kids. And the best part is once you’re adopted into this family as a BACA kid, you’re always one. Even when you’re 40 and the perp gets released from jail, they’ll come meet with you and find your best options for avoiding the person and maintaining the life you’ve built for yourself. Once a BACA child, always a BACA child. In Florida, there’s 100% rate for identifying the perp based on the child’s testimony. Why? Because BACA stands with the child and supports the child so they feel comfortable enough to point out their attacker.

What’s better than a badass biker gang being on your side???

[kikithegirl]

NATIVE AMERICAN CHILD PSYCHOLOGIST WHO IS A BIKER AND NAMED HIMSELF CHIEF HELL YES I’M HERE FOR THAT AND BIKERS BEING BAD ASS TO PROTECT KIDS. HELL YEAH.

[birdungehrl]

it’s back! I will always reblog BACA

[your-uncle-dave]

Damn good people.

[rowsdower-saves-us]

I know they wouldn’t consider themselves such, but these people are freaking heroes and the world is a better place because of them. 

[racethewind10]

Hey folks, it talks about this in the article but its not mentioned in this post, BACA is a 501 © (3) charity that depends in part on donations to help pay for stuff like gas for their bikes. If you want to help, consider donating. 

[drgaellon]

@copperbadge You like posting about heroes, Sam. Seems like this would be up your alley.

[copperbadge]

I love these folks! I’ve reblogged them before but it’s wonderful to see the donation information has been added. 

[galaxy-of-stories]

Always reblog. Keep doing what you’re doing y'all.

[hurtlittleboy]

Guys? This post changed my life. I saw this post. Forever ago. And thought it was only in america… and wished desperately that they could help me. But then I saw it again, during a bad episode, and checked their site. They aren’t just in the USA

They’re in Canada as well and probably other countries. I met and talked with a native guy who runs the place near me. His name is Shaman. I got in, and I’m considered a BACA child now. Despite being 17, turning 18 when I talked to them. They spent time with me when my abuser was over, they gave me therapy resources. They give you something called a ‘level 1′ where they go to your house with as many bikers as they can, i shit you not a solid 20-40 bikers came from even out of province, and met me. I got to choose my biker name and I got a vest with patches on it and my name on it. They all hugged a Teddybear before giving it to me, and told me if I ever felt the BACA bear was running out of love, to give them a call and they’d refill it for me, and then I got a ride on one of their bikes. Just a day or so ago I went to an annual party with them and they we ate food one of them cooked and had a lot of laughs. 

I’ve never felt as loved as I did being a part of the BACA family. They also gave me dog tags with the names, and phone numbers of my 2 workers.  So I can call them whenever I feel scared. 

BACA is an absolutely wonderful group that will do everything in it’s power to help any child whos been abused. 

And it doesn’t end when you’re 18 either. As long as you get in contact/get your level 1 before you’re 18? you’re ALWAYS a BACA kid. I’m 18 now and they still invite me to parties, ask me if I’m okay, and are there for me. They’re still trying to find me resources for therapy. 

BACA has changed my fucking life. 

I hope you all can read this, and reblog it knowing from someone who fucking been with them, that they are absolutely amazing. 

[feanor-the-dragon]

If I ever don’t reblog this, it’s because I am physically being restrained against my will.

[gasdiver2]

Supporting your local hero’s.

[darkangelfoundmyway-069]

FUCKEN AMAZING what these Bikers do!!!! This is why I don’t give up on humanity…

💞🖤💞 Carpe Diem 💞🖤💞

[instructor144]

[pottercastleminds]

Links the International BACA Chapters:

United States

Canada

Australia

Belgium

Denmark

Germany

Spain

France

Italy

Netherlands

Iceland

Austria

Greece

New Zealand

Portugal

Sweden

United Kingdom

Switzerland

B.A.C.A’s Byline: “Keepers of the Children.” B.A.C.A.’s Motto: “No child deserves to live in fear.”

Not all heroes wear capes, some wear biker vests.

[humanjoy]

Had seen this before, but never realised that this is on an international level - there’s even a contact address close to where I live (in Germany), very cool (though hoping the only use I’ll ever have to make of it is for donations) ❤

[arwen-ap-urdo]

Hamilton is just... like Lin Manuel Miranda is awesome, but he never sold me on the uber charming side of Hamilton, and then I stumbled upon one of the few surviving letters of Hamilton to Eliza, and I feel like everyone has a right to realise they would 100% fall for Hamilton even if the real man maybe did wear one of those terrible white curly wigs

Back in the day of 1780

I have told you, and I told you truly that I love you too much. You engross my thoughts too intirely to allow me to think of any thing else—you not only employ my mind all day; but you intrude upon my sleep. I meet you in every dream—and when I wake I cannot close my eyes again for ruminating on your sweetness. ‘Tis a pretty story indeed that I am to be thus monopolized, by a little nut-brown maid like you—and from a statesman and a soldier metamorphosed into a puny lover. I believe in my soul you are an inchantress; but I have tried in vain, if not to break, at least, to weaken the charm—you maintain your empire in spite of all my efforts—and after every new one, I make to withdraw myself from my allegiance my partial heart still returns and clings to you with increased attachment. To drop figure my lovely girl you become dearer to me every moment. I am more and more unhappy and impatient under the hard necessity that keeps me from you, and yet the prospect lengthens as I advance...

And that's just the first paragraph, before he goes on to get progressively more um... ardent... about his love for her and whether or not she'd like him in uniform for their first night

And after you've searched for and found that whole letter to read for yourself, go ahead and read his final letter to her, where he really does call her "best of wives, best of Women" and cry with me

[vesubia-jugorum]

I changed the jewels just for fun (the snakes are painfully asymmetrical, forgive me).

[arwen-ap-urdo]

Sometimes I'm just struck by the idea that people are really out here, super talented and creative

And I'm just... wow

[arwen-ap-urdo]

The weirdest thing of 2021 is my very first fandom realising its final book (H.I.V.E. 9 Bloodline coming out?!?!?) I've been catapulted back to my 12 year old self, and I love it, but like soo much has changed since then. Also, does anyone else miss the H.I.V.E. fandom???? I was sooo sad when the website shut down and I acc miss the fandom and reading the fanfics there😭😂

[arwen-ap-urdo]

NOT REALLY LOKI SPOILERS BUT

I dont necessarily ship Loki and Sylvie, but I dont know why so many people are against it? I mean, sure they are alternate versions of themselves, but that's not siblings. Siblings are off limits because they're family, and your relationship with family is and should be so different to romantic interest. But to see a version of yourself and to think you deserve love, to love them... sure it feels narcissistic but its also so self-accepting. Many people call loki narcissistic but he's actually so far from it. Like in the very first episode, he recognises his "illusion". He doesn't like himself and doesn't think he's worthy of love or others attention.

Why would it be so bad if for the first time he fell a little in love with himself

[angeltasha]

Me watching Loki Me watching Loki in

in Thor(2011) Loki series (2021).

[arwen-ap-urdo]

Sometimes I recommend a book I love that's not really well known to an irl friend, and then I getting progressively anxious that I've bared my soul to them and they won't like it. Anyone else?

[arwen-ap-urdo]

There needs to be a word for the feeling when you finish a book or a series and resurface into reality. Right now there are tears drying on my face and I'm sniffing hard bc I'm happy that the ending was beautiful, sad because its over, and yearning for a fantasy that isn't mine. Im empty and desperate and glad and reality doesn't feel like it fits me.

Somebody help me find that word

Or drop a like to let me know I'm not alone being a maladjusted weirdo xD

[arwen-ap-urdo]

You ever finish reading a book and then fully intend to adopt a character into your personality????

For example:

I actually tried jumping from one tree to another at the age of 12 after reading the hunger games and loving rue (I might have dropped out of the tree but I did rock an afro for a solid week after seeing the film)

I attempted to make all my movements "deliberate and purposeful" after reading the scorpio races and falling in love with Sean - that lasted my i-think-you-already-know-it clumsy self all of 30 mins

I'm still trying to embody the sweetness that is Angela from twilight, and since giving midnight sun a go twice and still not finishing it I have been determined to Never be as wordy (one might say verbose another might say annoying af) as Edward

I love the idea that I'm a mosaic of my favourite people, fictional and not (mostly fictional). They don't all stick and I might still drop out of trees, but it's all in the name of self improvement