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An autistic man with a special interest in the Harry Potter series has made the decision to value the lives and dignity of his trans friends more than a book about a wizard who grows up to be a cop, leaving you with no excuse whatsoever to keep wearing that Hufflepuff scarf, sources have reported.
Jack Harrington, 38, grew up reading the popular children’s stories, and soon developed an intense fascination with the world of the books, including knowing all about the suspiciously depicted money-hungry goblins, and that one time it was revealed that slavery is commonplace and accepted in the wizarding world.
In spite of this, however, Harrington has recently worked to redirect his interest towards media created by someone less troublingly focused on his friends’ genitalia.
“It was hard to do,” Harrington said. “I really love collecting things, and there’s so much merchandise to collect! But once I realised that it’s possible to collect things in a way that doesn’t make it harder for my mates to go for a piss when out and about, it really was a no-brainer.”
At the time of publication, Harrington was marvelling at the sheer amount of fiction available in the world that doesn’t actively contribute to material harm, and questioning whether you specifically really need that copy of Hogwarts Legacy for your PS5.
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so ummm welcome to my jar:) lemme show you around! theres some holes poked in the top so i can breathe, theres some leaves to munch on, and ive even got a twig! #mytwig
weird as hell, thank you for asking
You stole this meme from this twitter account lol
i don't know how to tell you this
This has no right being this fucking funny
disco elysium has convinced me by the way. the only way to have a game is to take away all of the normal, neutral options. don't let people have those. force them to contort.
Do you know how hard it is to live with a cat that has the intelligence level of literally like a 3 year old but the pure chaos of a high ranking demon?
He’s learned to open the lazy Susan and won’t stop clawing open the flour and rolling in it like a little chinchilla
Criminal charges
Hey hey hey HEY
He’s been CRAWLING INTO THE BOTTOM CABINETS to TEAR OPEN THE INSTANT POTATOES and EAT BAGS AND BAGS OF THEM I’m livid but also impressed.
Do you have anything with that kind of texture that he can safely play with? This sounds like an understimulation issue.
He’s not playing with it
He’s eating it.
I can tell because the bags are nearly empty except for a few small clumps.
I knew he loves mashed potatoes. I just didn’t know the extent he’d go to to get them.
We had him tested and in the course of that vet visit he stole
6 tips
3 of the ear light cover things
Our other cats collar
the ear bud of the vets stethoscope 
several hearts
a plastic glove
the vet techs hair tie
Also yeah he’s fine he just likes to steal
Not guilty by reason of deficiency of other people’s stuff
This is his ledge
His ledge is taller then my husband who is 6’2”
I am 5’5”
I have to get the step ladder out once a week and see what Orange Sherbert has taken to his ledge for safe keeping. It’s usually the remote.
Narratively speaking, ending this saga with the reveal that his name is Orange Sherbert was a masterstroke.
... how many hearts are in the vet office
He just stole mine <3
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Suzanne Eisendieck - Miss Toto Koopman (1936)
Koopman was born on the Indonesian island of Java in 1908, to a half-Indonesian mother descended from Chinese ancestry and a Dutch father. Colonized some three centuries earlier, the country still ran rampant with prejudice and hostility against its biracial inhabitants when Koopman was born. She, her mother, and brother were all derisively called “green Dutchmen” for the color of their skin. Yet throughout her life, Koopman remained proud of her heritage and would speak openly of it in a society that wouldn’t catch up to her progressivism for decades.
In high society circles, Koopman’s charm, mystique, and polyglot tongue matched well with her love of thrill and sexual freedom. She would court throughout her life all manner of distinguished ladies and gentlemen, including actress Tallulah Bankhead and Randolph Churchill, son of Winston Churchill. Also among her paramours was newspaper magnate Lord Beaverbrook, owner of England’s Daily Express, Evening Standard, and Sunday Express, a man 30 years her senior. It was through and for Beaverbrook that Koopman began to gather intelligence on the Fascist and Nazi occupation of Europe beginning in 1934. She was rumored to have had a dalliance with the son-in-law of Mussolini, but was known to have had an affair with Lord Beaverbrook’s son, Max. They were together for four years, but would never marry, as Beaverbrook said he would offer them both lifelong pensions not to. It suited Koopman well. She was not and would never be the marrying kind, so enjoyed spending her pension.
Visiting friends in Florence in 1939, however, Koopman would fall for an Italian Resistance leader. She would even engineer her society connections and sell her furs and jewelry to back his anti-Fascist endeavors. Working for the Allies, she spied on meetings of the Italian Fascist Party’s paramilitary wing, the Blackshirts, and reported their intel back to England. After two years, the Italian police caught on and sent her to remote prisons and detention camps, the latter of which she successfully escaped from. From the safety of the mountains outside Perugia, Italy, she also helped detention camp escapees find asylum while also continuing to help the Resistance. The Fascists would eventually catch on to her tactics, however, and capture her once more, only to have her flee from their grasp again. She made her way to the palatial, luxurious Danieli Hotel in Venice, where she would hide in plain sight: at an aristocrat friend’s elegant dinner the night the hotel was being raided by German forces in hopes of discovering spies. “In a brazen gambit, the aristocrat threw an opulent dinner for the German general in charge of the operation and seated him directly next to Toto,” The Daily Beast wrote in 2013. “Dressed to the nines and flirtatious as ever, Toto was so conspicuous that it never occurred to the Germans to suspect her.” But in October 1944, she would be discovered, then imprisoned in the Ravensbrück concentration camp, which would prove far more difficult to get out of.
Ravensbrück was a concentration camp primarily for women. From the time it opened in 1938 to the time it was shut down in 1945, approximately 132,000 female prisoners would pass through its gates and 90,000 would die. Koopman survived the camp on her wits, lying to Ravensbrück guards in perfect German, telling them she was a trained nurse. She then worked in the camp's infirmary, and would often sneak food to the hospitalized in attempts to heal them, something that could have cost her life. Some of the camp was liberated when the Swedish Red Cross’s Vice President, Count Folke Bernadotte, convinced Nazi Commander in Chief Heinrich Himmler to release 7,500 women. Koopman was one of them, slender frame shriveled, her head shaved, her body ravaged from medical experimentation.
With the help of Randolph Churchill, who would also get her a wig, as well as Beaverbrook and the Red Cross, Koopman was able to settle in Ascona, on Lake Maggiore in Switzerland. There, in 1945, she would meet Erica Brausen, a London gallerist who, incidentally, had also been involved in the Resistance. After working at London’s Redfern Gallery, she was set on opening a space of her own. (source)
Particularly formative for Erica Brausen was her private partnership, from 1946, with the model Toto Koopman, who also supported the management of the gallery, maintained the card index of clients and guests, and oversaw the invitations and exhibition openings (Liaut 2013, 135). The two partners undertook joint studio and art trips to the European continent, for example to the Venice Biennale, in search of new artists for the gallery. Their shared flat was located at 26 Bolton Studios, Gilston Road, Chelsea from 1946. In 1959 Brausen and Koopman moved to 70 Eaton Place, Belgravia and had bronze furniture designed by Alberto and Diego Giacometti. They lived surrounded by works of classical modernism, including works by Henri Matisse, Georges Rouault and Joan Miró.
Erica Brausen was one of the progressive gallery owners of the 1930s and 1940s in Europe who, through huge commitment and strategically planned exhibitions, helped contemporary art gain recognition. In addition to painting, an important emphasis was placed on sculpture: in group exhibitions such as Sculpture from 1959, Hanover Gallery not only brought together abstraction (Kemény) and figuration (Maillol) and artists of different generations. It also showed lesser-known sculptors such as César, Clatworthy and Marini in the context of established positions - Maillol, Matisse, Picasso. In this way, Brausen was able to draw the attention of collectors and critics to new artists and open a door to the London art market for them.
Many of those who championed the art of their time were emigrants, including women such as Erica Brausen, Lea Bondy Jaray and Ala Story. This leads to the thesis that, on the one hand, the emigrants brought with them their diverse experiences with contemporary art in their places of origin and exile stations along the way. On the other hand, the as yet unrecognised terrain of contemporary art, less affected by competition from local art dealers, also offered opportunities for them to establish themselves in the art market and the art scene in London. (source)
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“Pack it up boys we’ve made a social blunder” is the funniest sentence I’ve ever read 😭😭😭😭😭