In a text post, list ten however many fics that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” works, or even all the same pairing or fandom, just the fics that have touched you or that stuck with you somehow.

I have been tagged by nobody, and am doing it anyway:

  1. an island in your arms by wildcard47 - Mad Men, Lane/Joan season 5 AU. One of those fix-it’s that doesn’t actually fix anything, but instead actually deals with the terrible parts of canon. Currently unfinished, but read it anyway.
  2. Zihuatanejo Is Not Heaven by irisbleufic - Shawshank Redemption, Andy/Red. What happens next. Perfect character voices.
  3. The Merry-Go-Round Broke Down by mtgat (Merlin Missy) - the sequel to Who Framed Roger Rabbit that was never made.
  4. My Body is a Cage - by conceptofzero, Watchmen. The story of Wanda Kovacs.
  5. Sharing the Road series by Telanu - Skyfall AU, Bond/M. Incredible handling of a difficult subject. Heed the warnings.
  6. Mister Vimes’d Go Spare by thezepplins - Discworld. This is EXACTLY what’s going to happen when Vimes begrudgingly shuffles off this mortal coil. As far as I am concerned it’s canon.
  7. The Midnight Special by prodigy - Lackadaisy. Perfect Mordecai backstory.
  8. in event of moon disaster by widespindriftgaze - Mad Men, Stan/Peggy. The definitive Stan/Peggy story. Fantastic writing style.
  9. Something About the Light by mad_and_moonly - Mad Men, Dawn/Ginsberg. I’m super jealous of this author’s way with words.
  10. The Least of All Possible Mistakes by rageprufrock - Sherlock, lady!Lestrade/Mycroft. There exists an alternate universe in which rageprufrock is the showrunner for Sherlock, Lestrade is a woman, and the world is a better place. George Lestrade is one of my favourite characters ever. I don’t care if you hate the show. Read this anyway.
  11. Teeth of the Hydra by Resonant - Due South, RayK/Fraser, RayK/Stella. How Ray Kowalski became Ray Kowalski. Not an off-note anywhere.
  12. this strange effect by pleasantscreams - Mad Men. This fic got me shipping Creative OT3 somehow, even though that isn’t really the pairing. Lovely and low-key.

I tag: wildcard47. maddie-grove, widespindriftgaze and isagrimorie.

bettydraperlookingpissed:

Republicans be like…

Tags: HAHAHA yes

xanis:

Kristen Stewart photographed by Sebastian Kim for Vanity Fair France, September 2014

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roachpatrol:

something i find really reassuring is that it isn’t possible to make aliens so hideous that girls will not love them, and draw them, and photoshop flower crowns on to their heads, and want to marry them. you can’t do it. you cannot make aliens unappealing. someone will always love whatever toxic pile of sludge and murder you come up with just as much as you do. 

that’s great. 

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jessepinkmanist:

life hack: if you don’t want this to happen when clicking urls

image

hold in ctrl while clicking

SPREAD THIS LIKE BUTTER ON A TOAST

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joy-ang:

Cats putting their cute little butts anywhere they please. This will be available as a print at VCAF next weekend! #cats

totally buying this.

ihaveseenthefuture:

joy-ang:

Cats putting their cute little butts anywhere they please. This will be available as a print at VCAF next weekend! #cats

totally buying this.

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Mad Men Challenge
[3/8] Characters:
 Stan Rizzo

"Look, I’ve read your brochure, I have no interest in the temperance movement."

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"Even at age twelve I could tell that Jimmy Carter was an honest man trying to address complicated issues and Ronald Reagan was a brilcreemed salesman telling people what they wanted to hear. I secretly wept on the stairs the night he was elected President, because I understood that the kind of shitheads I had to listen to in the cafeteria grew up to become voters, and won. I spent the eight years he was in office living in one of those science-fiction movies where everyone is taken over by aliens—I was appalled by how stupid and mean-spirited and repulsive the world was becoming while everyone else in America seemed to agree that things were finally exactly as they should be. The Washington Press corps was so enamored of his down-to-earth charm that they never checked his facts, but if you watched his face when it was at rest, when he wasn’t performing for anyone, you could see him for what he really was—a black-eyed, slit-mouthed, lizard-faced old son-of-a-bitch. He was a bad actor, an informer for McCarthy, and a hired front man for a gang of Texas oilmen, fundamentalist dingbats, and right-wing psychotics out of Dr. Strangelove. He put a genial face on chauvanism, callousness, and greed, and made people feel good about being bigots again. He likened Central American death squads to our founding fathers and called the Taliban “freedom fighters.” His legacy includes the dismantling of Franklin Roosevelt’s New Deal, the final dirty win of Management over Labor, the outsourcing of America’s manufacturing base, the embezzlement of almost all the country’s wealth by 1% of its citizens, the scapegoating of the poor and black, the War on Drugs, the eviction of schizophrenics into the streets, AIDS, acid rain, Iran-Contra, and, let’s not forget, the corpses of two hundred forty United States Marines. He moved the center of political discourse in this country to somewhere in between Richard Nixon and Augusto Pinochet. He believed in astrology and Armageddon and didn’t know the difference between history and movies; his stories were lies and his jokes were scripted. He was the triumph of image over truth, paving the way for even more vapid spokesmodels like George W. Bush. He was, as everyone agrees, exactly what he appeared to be—nothing. He made me ashamed to be an American. If there was any justice in this world his Presidential Library would contain nothing but boys’ adventure books and bad cowboy movies, and the only things named after him would be shopping malls and Potter’s Fields. Let the earth where he is buried be seeded with salt."

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Tags: ronald regan

vivaillajams:

http://www.gofundme.com/JamillaOkuboParsoTuition

Hello,

My name is Jamilla Okubo. I am an Kenyan-American artist from Washington, D.C. Currently residing in New York City attending Parsons the New School for Design. I am currently a rising senior at Parsons studying Integrated Fashion Design (undergraduate), with a background in Fine Arts, and a focus on textiles and fashion design. 

I have been attending Parsons for three years now and I am getting ready to graduate this year as well as complete my senior thesis. I am currently $72,000 in debt to Parsons the New School for Design. For the past three years my mother has assisted me by  paying the remainder of my tuition with the Parent Plus Loan. My mother has borrowed $43,000 of the Direct Parent Plus loan. I still owe $12,000 for my last (senior) year at Parsons and mother and I can no longer take out Direct Plus Loans. 

I hope to be that minority student of color at Parsons, who represents the school, and inspires my younger siblings, and other minority/low-income students globally, to have the ambition and drive that I have, and not let financial issues get in the way of it.

I need $10, 787 to pay for the rest of my tuition for my last year at Parsons.

USAGE OF FUNDS:

-Tuition: $10,787
-School Supplies (Fabric, muslin, pattern paper, designing tools, paint, canvases, lab fees, books, fieldtrip fees)

ABOUT ME & MY PURPOSE AS AN ARTIST:

 As a multidisciplinary artist I am able to combine my skills and knowledge to create and express myself. My artwork mainly focuses on people of the Diaspora (people of color), whom I consider my community. I use my artistic disciplines as tools to challenge myself in ways to give back to my community, educate, and empower them as well as the rest of the world.

It is my duty to remind people of color that we have such a rich culture, and that we should love ourselves and one another. I create artwork for my community, because I believe that my purpose as an artist of color is to empower and educate my community.

My artistic discipline connects me to my community by allowing me to create artwork that my community is able to enjoy, embrace, and share with others. I not only create my artwork for myself, but what I express through the medium that I use, is a story that many in my community can relate to. When it comes to creating, I strongly believe in the fact that, 

“Black art controls the “Negro’s” reality, negates negative influences, and creates positive images,”

A quote by Sonia Sanchez. As an artist of color coming from a low-income, single-mother household background, I am able to speak for many in my community from both my experiences growing up as well as express the beauty and hardships of my community’s culture and history. Being able to paint allows me to create for myself but also allows my work to connect to so many from my community. That is the beauty of being an artist, being able to express shared feelings and experiences with your community, where they can also can all take something from what you create.
There is so much to learn, and from that form of inspiration and influence, I create.

RECENT INTERVIEWS:

OkayAfrica:  http://www.okayafrica.com/news/jamilla-okubo-textiles-paintings/#slide1

AADAT:  www.aadatart.com/interview-jamilla-okubo-on-her-cultural-background-creative-inspirations-and-favourite-things/

Portfolio Website www.jamillaokubo.com
Shop my art prints here: http://aadatart.com/product-category/art-prints/jamilla-okubo/

SPREAD THE WORD TUMBLR FAMILY! I LOVE YALL!

*SIGNAL BOOST THIS PLEASEEEEE*  

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sourcedumal:

eshusplayground:

black-american-queen:

sagethenate:

LONG HAIR APPRECIATION POST

(feel free to add on)

*picks up glass of wine and stares at men*

Yassss.

Paging sourcedumal

Yaaaaas

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