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Hillary Clinton made quite the entrance at the DNC tonight.
Look I made a GIF
If you are currently in your mid- to late twenties, you were at an interesting age on 9/11 — old enough to understand the event, but not quite adult enough to fully comprehend. [...] First the impression of sweeping emotional cohesion (the forever month after 9/11), then the breakdown and a vacuum (everything after). Bad thing after bad thing after bad thing — hurricanes, wars, mass shootings — bookended with a global financial crisis. The loose organizing principle was that something worse could always happen. And yes, yes, yes, I know what you’re thinking — that’s simplified, that’s not so unusual, the intersection of the individual and history, that’s just becoming an adult. And here’s what I’m suggesting to you: It is unusual for that process to start with 9/11 and end with a global financial crisis, and perhaps we in our late twenties are on the seams of change in the United States in a way that others are not.
How Donald Trump Broke The Conservative Movement (And My Heart)
Relevant links for self-care in journalism after traumatic events
Dart Center For Journalism & Trauma
Self Care Tips for News Media
PTSD & Mental Health
Editor Perspective: Self-Care Practices and Peer Support for the Newsroom
Posts on PTSD & Mental Health
Huffington Post’s series on mental health in the newsroom
A Mental-Health Epidemic In The Newsroom
It’s Not Just War Reporters: How Viewing Graphic Content Secondhand Can Lead To Mental Health Issues In Journalists
This one in particular is important: just as there’s a sense of “why should I feel like this when nothing happened to me?” there’s a sense in journalism of, “well, I sit behind a desk while they are in the streets” or “others have seen way worse than I have.”
How Newsrooms Are Changing — And Putting Employee Happiness First
Mac McClelland Says Journalists Need To Talk About Trauma
Other stuff
Center for Journalism Ethics at the University of Wisconsin: Trauma and Journalists
Center for Health Journalism at USC Annenberg: For reporters covering stressful assignments, self-care is crucial
University of Washington: Self-Care for Journalists
Canadian Journalism Forum on Violence and Trauma
New research details full impact of graphic images on newsrooms – and how to cope
Witnessing images of extreme violence: a psychological study of journalists in the newsroom
“I wrote an essay about working overnights.” by @PeterNickeas
“Three Years of Overnights: Violence convulses the city after dark. Reporting on it leaves its own scars.” by @PeterNickeas
BBC: Trauma in journalism: What every freelancer at risk needs to know
Trauma Journalism: On Deadline in Harm's Way
Trauma In Journalism: What Every Freelancer At Risk Needs to Know
US Dept of Veterans Affairs: Journalists and PTSD
New Links
5 Self-Care Practices Black People Can Use While Coping With Trauma
You don't need to witness a terror attack for it to affect your mental health. Here's what psychologists observed
In an industry that valorizes overwork and toxic coping strategies, we can model something different
Hope these help. They’ve helped me.
The Chicago RedEye’s Friday cover the week of the Boston Bombings, April 2013.
Chance The Rapper attended Chicago's moment of silence vigil and impromptu march in honor of Michael Brown on Thursday.
The moment of silence in Chicago's Daley Plaza. 700-800 people were in attendance.
Have you ever seen them in a room together?
I've been saying this for years
"Imperial Walkers on the North Ridge!"
One thing I’ve noticed doing this every year is just how much I would re-order things now. Not having Frank Ocean at No. 2 last year was criminal. “Take Care” definitely should have been in the top 10 of 2010. I haven’t listened to “High Violet” in forever but I still queue up “Teen Dream”...
you don't listen to call me maybe when you're alone? smh
"liquor store cause I've worked like ten days in a row" selfie
When searching for stock photos, we’re always amazed at some of the truly strange things that pop up in the results. And with Christmas right around the corner, we’ve dug up some real gems.
All of these are from ThinkStock.
This guy clearly is having a bad holiday. Or a good holiday,...
A quality SpaghettiOs Pearl Harbor tweet and some subsequent photoshops
The only thing better than a good tweet is a bad tweet, and SpaghettiOs explored the latter late Friday night in honor of the 72nd anniversary of Pearl Harbor.
With temperatures hovering around zero, it seemed like a good night to stay in, pour some whiskey, and do some Photoshop work. All these are mine.
This one was too obvious.
Great moments in SpaghettiO history.
Who knew SpaghettiOs sympathized with Communist China?
This one was a little too obscure for people who frequent Twitter at 2 a.m. but I like it.
My personal favorite.
"this is how we chill with the boys // CH is Chicago IL is Illinois" How We Chill - Moleman
Chicago's 100th annual tree lighting ceremony
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tough day for journalism
An Oxford psychologist lists 'journalist' at #6 for professions containing the most psychopathic personalities.
Yahoo ranks journalism as a top five most regretted major according to payscale.com
I mean, it makes sense.
Unbelievably hard to say goodbye. I honestly can't name a single time in the years that I've known Scott that he didn't have that goofy smile plastered on his face, never a time where he didn't stop what he was doing to come over and talk when I showed up somewhere. With Scott, it wasn't just the platitudes of conversation, he would genuinely want to know how I'd been, to congratulate me on this or that promotion, or tell me how much he liked my tweets (which, in retrospect, may have been his one flaw.)
There's no denying that when Scott was in the room, we were all better for it. He gave off such an infectious spirit, such a love for life and family, that you couldn't help but be in a better mood around him.
Words like "charming" and "personality" fall so short when it comes to describing him; Whiss was Whiss, that's all that can be said.
I can't stop thinking about the time we were at Stonehouse Pub a few years back. I lived so close, you could stand on my balcony and casually listen in on people's conversations. Despite being a vortex football's throw away, it took Scott close to two hours to get back because he must have run into 37 people he knew between the bar and my door.
It took him so long to get back (and I really wanted to go to bed) that I started wandering my building yelling his name. I figured he got lost and obviously his phone battery was drained. Eventually he steps out of someone else's apartment because OF COURSE he bumped into someone he hadn't seen in years who lived in my building and got invited over.
That's the kind of person Scott was; to know him was to love him, to want to be around him.
I don't have a big extended family but I've been lucky that the Doyles & Whissons have let me tag along with them over the last ten years. It has been honor and a privilege to get to know Scottie. He might not have been my blood relative, but there's no question that he was family.
Gonna miss the hell out of you, buddy.