meloromantics:

appropriately-inappropriate:

audreyvhorne:

sttinkerbelle:

vmpolung:

knowledgeandlove:

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#and I just don’t feel entitled to someone else’s life’s work.

That comment exactly!! It’s not mine and I can survive without it, so I will.

This is why honey is not vegan.

The problem here is that honey, especially if you buy it ethically from an apiarist, isn’t actually detrimental to the well-being of the bee or the hive. In the wild, honey is used as a food stock, but in a domesticated honeybee colony, the bees are fed quite well, and so the honey is a surplus.
The alternatives, like sugar, relies on monocrops in third world countries, with transient labour. Growing up, there was a sugarcane field by my house, and I’m sure the Haitian men who worked backbreaking hours hacking a machete through knife-bladed leaves in 40 degree heat for a couple dollars a day would have traded a testicle to be a Canadian honeybee. Stevia’s going the same way, iirc.
Additionally, apiarists are actually huge proponents and activists for sustainable bee-keeping, and it’s estimated that the domesticated hive may be the last great hope for declining populations, because we can optimize their chances for survival.
It’s their life’s work, sure, but it’s not the death of them to use it responsibly.

literally read anything about the history of sugarcane and the cuban sugar industry if you think sugar is or ever has been more ethical than honey

Get your hands on a book titled “Sugar Blues” by William Dufty and read the chapter “The mark of Cane”.  Sugar has nothing but blood and tears tainting it.

meloromantics:

appropriately-inappropriate:

audreyvhorne:

sttinkerbelle:

vmpolung:

knowledgeandlove:

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#and I just don’t feel entitled to someone else’s life’s work.

That comment exactly!! It’s not mine and I can survive without it, so I will.

This is why honey is not vegan.

The problem here is that honey, especially if you buy it ethically from an apiarist, isn’t actually detrimental to the well-being of the bee or the hive. In the wild, honey is used as a food stock, but in a domesticated honeybee colony, the bees are fed quite well, and so the honey is a surplus.

The alternatives, like sugar, relies on monocrops in third world countries, with transient labour. Growing up, there was a sugarcane field by my house, and I’m sure the Haitian men who worked backbreaking hours hacking a machete through knife-bladed leaves in 40 degree heat for a couple dollars a day would have traded a testicle to be a Canadian honeybee. Stevia’s going the same way, iirc.

Additionally, apiarists are actually huge proponents and activists for sustainable bee-keeping, and it’s estimated that the domesticated hive may be the last great hope for declining populations, because we can optimize their chances for survival.

It’s their life’s work, sure, but it’s not the death of them to use it responsibly.

literally read anything about the history of sugarcane and the cuban sugar industry if you think sugar is or ever has been more ethical than honey

Get your hands on a book titled “Sugar Blues” by William Dufty and read the chapter “The mark of Cane”.  Sugar has nothing but blood and tears tainting it.

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zeloserwilder:

zeloserwilder:

zeloserwilder:

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zeloserwilder:

My nephew’s daughter wasn’t feeling well and, upon a doctor’s examination, she was found to have issues with her heart and was admitted to a hospital. After 15 days in ICU in Tulsa, she was flown to St. Louis Children’s hospital ICU where she was diagnosed with Dilated Cardiomyopathy. Dilated Cardiomyopathy is a condition in which the heart becomes weakened and enlarged. As a result, the heart cannot pump enough blood to the rest of the body. Now little 2 year old Nova needs a heart transplant!  We do not know how long she will be in St. Louis, but this will be a hard and costly journey as heart transplants can cost over a million dollars. My nephew has insurance but, as everyone is aware, insurance does not cover everything that is needed, not to mention the cost of traveling to and from the hospital and my nephew’s time away from work. I ask foremost for your prayers for Nova and for her family. We would appreciate your support with the purchase of a T-Shirt(via booster) and/or donation(via gofundme). Even the smallest donation is greatly appreciated. Every bit helps. Thank you!

A lot of reblogs but hardly any donations. Guys literally ANY little bit helps!

There have still been barely any donations. I’m talking if everybody could donate even just a dollar.

There have been some, not good developments, on the fundraising front. My extended family is really just not very nice okay they’re very selfish people. They tried to organize a fundraiser (it was a raffle) that they ended up losing money on because they made the fundraiser about them. They don’t know how to organize things. They just don’t. It’s been brought to my attention that my going around them and only addressing my cousin (the first entry was written by my mom, hence why he’s referred to as nephew) and Nova when making the fundraisers actually made my extended family mad. Because of that, they refuse to donate any money to the cause. It’s a really shitty situation. Their pride has gotten away, again, in helping this little girl get her transplant. I’ve since disowned them in a colorfully worded conversation, but that’s beside the point because Nova still needs your help.

I don’t know what to do. I’m trying everything but I can’t do this alone. If I could do it alone, I would. I hate asking for money like this but this isn’t about me. I am begging that you donate, even if it’s just a little bit. But you can’t rely on somebody else to make the donations for you. Signal boost after signal boost doesn’t give her what she needs. If you can find just a little bit of money for Nova, I will be grateful. She will be grateful. Her dad will be grateful.

I want to be able to say that this worked and that we helped. I want people to want to help this little girl live her life and I can’t do that alone. So I am begging you to donate anything. Literally anything. Don’t worry if it sounds too big or too small. If everybody just made a one dollar donation who has reblogged this we could have at least $100 dollars. But 90% of the money in the fundraiser as of now has come from me. I need your help guys. Please, donate.

We’re making progress but it looks like we’ve hit a little bit of a wall. When I say ANY little bit helps, I mean it! We’ve managed to get off the ground but there’s still a lot more to be done here!

Donations have slowed to a complete halt. I don’t know what to do. I keep reblogging but nobody is donating anymore. The amount of money being asked for here is a penny in the well in comparison to how much this journey is going to cost—this entire thing costs so much in expenses from travel and hospital and then the heart itself—and it was going good for about a day but then the donations just stopped.

Nova can die from this. PLEASE, donate. I am begging you.

Nova was admitted into the ICU on the 11th of September. While she will survive, we need to keep pushing. Donations have picked up a little bit once more but we’ve still got a ways to go! No amount is too small oof a donation. Thank you so much for the donations thus far but we gotta keep pushing!

Nova has undergone surgery and received a Berlin heart as of 9/15/2014. This is a good step in the right direction but it’s a mechanical pump system—she still needs that new heart. Donations have halted again and I know the post is getting long but we need to keep donating. If everybody who reblogged/liked this post (as of now there are about 1,100 notes) donated even just one to five dollars we could be even just half way to the goal. Keep sharing and donating! We’re making a difference!

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john-darnielles-bitter-melons:

zakuro-san:

kourtneyklaudiakarter:

I DIDN’T EVEN FULLY SEE THIS BEFORE I REBLOGGED IT. IT’S GREAT.

Oh, yes, yes, these leaves seem alright I’m just going to HAARRGRBLARGHRHAAAGRHRGHAHRARRGHGHGHHHH

EXPAND FUN

john-darnielles-bitter-melons:

zakuro-san:

kourtneyklaudiakarter:

I DIDN’T EVEN FULLY SEE THIS BEFORE I REBLOGGED IT. IT’S GREAT.

Oh, yes, yes, these leaves seem alright I’m just going to HAARRGRBLARGHRHAAAGRHRGHAHRARRGHGHGHHHH

EXPAND FUN

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elementalsight:

s-assypants:

fiedbach:

snowyanna:

215-to-fit:

rustboro-city:

svviggle:

kastortheunlockable:

stunningpicture:

My 7 year old son was shot down by his 1st grade teacher

The american public education system in a nutshell tho

My third grade teacher actually had a conversation with my mom that I was reading to well and told her to stop having me read at home

My first grade teacher said that it was problematic that I was reading ahead of the rest of the kids in my grade and asked my parents to stop letting me read Harry Potter.
My fourth grade teacher thought it was wrong for my dad to be teaching me complex math because it fascinated me.
My elementary school music teacher hated the way my piano teacher taught me, and how I was more advanced than many of her students, and so told me, in front of my peers and my mother, that I was not good enough to participate in the state solo festival. She would not give me the form. We had to procure it from the district instead. She also hated how I excelled at reading and playing music for the recorder, and so she refused to give me my “belts” (colored beads to signify our level) and humiliated me in front of the class repeatedly.
My eighth grade algebra teacher used to fail me on take home tests because I didn’t solve problems exactly the way she showed us in class; I used methods that we had learned for other types of problems that also applied to these. She took points off my tests because I didn’t bring a calculator even though I got 100% without it, because I was able to do it by hand. I had to call my father, who is an engineer, down to the school to shout her down and give me back my A in the class.
My 10th grade Spanish teacher yelled at me in front of the class numerous times because she didn’t like the way I took notes; she thought that since I didn’t write every word off the slide, I wasn’t getting it all down. I had to explain to her that people who have taken advanced courses, like AP or IB classes, know that in a fast-paced learning environment you need to take quick shorthand notes that contain the necessary information rather than wasting time writing every word. She almost gave me detention.
My 11th grade English teacher gave me a poor mark on my first short essay because she believed that I was looking up unnecessarily complex words in a thesaurus to try and get better marks. The phrases in question: “laced with expletives” and “bombarded”. She wouldn’t hear any defense from me.
My 11th grade history teacher failed me on an essay about the 1950s because I misread the prompt. Except the prompt wasn’t words; it was a political cartoon. One of the figures was clearly president Eisenhower, but the other I couldn’t place. My teacher would not tell us who it was. I labelled him as the governor of Little Rock Arkansas during the integration period, and wrote an essay about that subject. My teacher said that no, it was Joseph McCarthy, and that there was a small picture of the man in our textbook and therefore I should have recognized him instantly. Half the class, apparently, did not.
The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win.

"The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win." 

Fun story time. I loved to read. So much so, I was reading chapter books in kindergarden. I broke the record for reading points in elementary school. They actually had to start making up prizes for me. No one in the history of the school had ever read so many books in a year. Basically, my class liked me because I won those suckers pizza parties in my spare time.
In second grade, I had a teacher named Ms. Mobley who believed all children should be average. She flat out told my father that all children should make C’s, and should never strive for more than that.
Not only was she insane, she also would routinely spell things wrong for us to copy for our spelling tests. Later, when we spelled those words wrong on the test, she would mark us off. Yes, our own teacher was sabotaging us.
I should have been tested for gifted classes, but I was not. Why? Ms. Mobley didn’t believe in “gifted” children.
This teacher had tenure and could not be fired.
Never forget.
"The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win." 

George Orwell couldn’t invent this shitit’s twisted stuff

this is important.

My first grade teacher beat her students. This wasn’t 1960. This was 1994.
She beat the ‘bad’ kids for doing anything she decided was wrong. This included being ‘dirty’, which she routinely humiliated one girl named Ashley for. I was routinely scolded for having the ‘wrong’ answer to questions like “What is your favourite colour?” because brown wasn’t a good colour to like. I was 7. It seemed perfectly reasonable for my teacher to throw her students around.
I don’t even remember most of grade school after that.
High School, one of my last teachers spent so much time being pissed off at having to teach a business class he sabotaged his students every step of the way: including multiple choice answers that could be answered in a number of ways that he’d change how he wanted answered multiple times on the same test so he could make everything wrong, and assigning a final project forth 60% of our mark that - despite us having ‘meetings’ with him to show our progress - he said everyone had done ‘wrong.’ He was smart enough not to fail us all, but the average grade in that class - a damned bird course - was 55%
Canada has the same damned problems.  Don’t even get me started on Residential Schools-

About 150,000 First Nations, Inuit and Metis children were taken from their families and forced to attend the government schools over much of the last century. The last school, outside Regina, closed in 1996.

Our school systems are in a serious need of being torn apart and rebuilt from the ground up.

elementalsight:

s-assypants:

fiedbach:

snowyanna:

215-to-fit:

rustboro-city:

svviggle:

kastortheunlockable:

stunningpicture:

My 7 year old son was shot down by his 1st grade teacher

The american public education system in a nutshell tho

My third grade teacher actually had a conversation with my mom that I was reading to well and told her to stop having me read at home

My first grade teacher said that it was problematic that I was reading ahead of the rest of the kids in my grade and asked my parents to stop letting me read Harry Potter.

My fourth grade teacher thought it was wrong for my dad to be teaching me complex math because it fascinated me.

My elementary school music teacher hated the way my piano teacher taught me, and how I was more advanced than many of her students, and so told me, in front of my peers and my mother, that I was not good enough to participate in the state solo festival. She would not give me the form. We had to procure it from the district instead. She also hated how I excelled at reading and playing music for the recorder, and so she refused to give me my “belts” (colored beads to signify our level) and humiliated me in front of the class repeatedly.

My eighth grade algebra teacher used to fail me on take home tests because I didn’t solve problems exactly the way she showed us in class; I used methods that we had learned for other types of problems that also applied to these. She took points off my tests because I didn’t bring a calculator even though I got 100% without it, because I was able to do it by hand. I had to call my father, who is an engineer, down to the school to shout her down and give me back my A in the class.

My 10th grade Spanish teacher yelled at me in front of the class numerous times because she didn’t like the way I took notes; she thought that since I didn’t write every word off the slide, I wasn’t getting it all down. I had to explain to her that people who have taken advanced courses, like AP or IB classes, know that in a fast-paced learning environment you need to take quick shorthand notes that contain the necessary information rather than wasting time writing every word. She almost gave me detention.

My 11th grade English teacher gave me a poor mark on my first short essay because she believed that I was looking up unnecessarily complex words in a thesaurus to try and get better marks. The phrases in question: “laced with expletives” and “bombarded”. She wouldn’t hear any defense from me.

My 11th grade history teacher failed me on an essay about the 1950s because I misread the prompt. Except the prompt wasn’t words; it was a political cartoon. One of the figures was clearly president Eisenhower, but the other I couldn’t place. My teacher would not tell us who it was. I labelled him as the governor of Little Rock Arkansas during the integration period, and wrote an essay about that subject. My teacher said that no, it was Joseph McCarthy, and that there was a small picture of the man in our textbook and therefore I should have recognized him instantly. Half the class, apparently, did not.

The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win.

"The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win." 

Fun story time. I loved to read. So much so, I was reading chapter books in kindergarden. I broke the record for reading points in elementary school. They actually had to start making up prizes for me. No one in the history of the school had ever read so many books in a year. Basically, my class liked me because I won those suckers pizza parties in my spare time.

In second grade, I had a teacher named Ms. Mobley who believed all children should be average. She flat out told my father that all children should make C’s, and should never strive for more than that.

Not only was she insane, she also would routinely spell things wrong for us to copy for our spelling tests. Later, when we spelled those words wrong on the test, she would mark us off. Yes, our own teacher was sabotaging us.

I should have been tested for gifted classes, but I was not. Why? Ms. Mobley didn’t believe in “gifted” children.

This teacher had tenure and could not be fired.

Never forget.

"The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win." 

George Orwell couldn’t invent this shit

it’s twisted stuff

this is important.

My first grade teacher beat her students. This wasn’t 1960. This was 1994.

She beat the ‘bad’ kids for doing anything she decided was wrong. This included being ‘dirty’, which she routinely humiliated one girl named Ashley for. I was routinely scolded for having the ‘wrong’ answer to questions like “What is your favourite colour?” because brown wasn’t a good colour to like. I was 7. It seemed perfectly reasonable for my teacher to throw her students around.

don’t even remember most of grade school after that.

High School, one of my last teachers spent so much time being pissed off at having to teach a business class he sabotaged his students every step of the way: including multiple choice answers that could be answered in a number of ways that he’d change how he wanted answered multiple times on the same test so he could make everything wrong, and assigning a final project forth 60% of our mark that - despite us having ‘meetings’ with him to show our progress - he said everyone had done ‘wrong.’ He was smart enough not to fail us all, but the average grade in that class - a damned bird course - was 55%


Canada has the same damned problems.  Don’t even get me started on Residential Schools-

About 150,000 First Nations, Inuit and Metis children were taken from their families and forced to attend the government schools over much of the last century. The last school, outside Regina, closed in 1996.

Our school systems are in a serious need of being torn apart and rebuilt from the ground up.

(via postulation)

myhatseatpeople:

doodlemancy-library:

crocolate:

whitepool:

criminy:

Steve Hampton: Figure Drawing: Design and Invention

Figure Drawing 

I took one of his classes back when I went to art school and he’s an incredible professor and instructor. I’d advise people to look through his studies and even buy his book. It’s not necessarily how to draw correct anatomy but to know it while making it stylized. His class basically teaches the mechanics of the body while using imagination. 

Seriously, I recommend anyone to attending one of his online workshops. It’s kind of pricey but much more affordable than what I paid. Then again I had my own benefits.  

 

WHOA

-shoves these refs under my arm-

Have I reblogged these before?? I DON’T EVEN CARE

THANK YOU

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Self-erasure

anagnori:

It’s sad when other people refuse to accept someone as asexual and keep coming up with excuses to invalidate the asexual person’s feelings.

But it’s even sadder when an asexual person comes up with those excuses all on their own to rationalize why they can’t be asexual.

I knew…

bluekomadori:

The tutorial of how I achieve watercolor effect in Sai! :) I highly recommend using real watercolor paintings (your own or ones found on the internet) as reference.

And here you can find a few useful links: 

  1. You can download the Sai file of this picture here: link 
  2. Video process of painting another picture: link
  3. The old watercolor tutorial: link
  4. Sai brushes (none of them is made by me) link + file you need to open them in Sai: link
  5. Awesome watercolor brushes made by Kyle T Webster: link

Here’s the finished painting: link

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When I love you,
I really fucking love you.
There are no in betweens.
I don’t know what grey is.
My love is black and white.

(My love is true)

(Source: fragmentallygirl, via postulation)

Sam Pepper Exposed. 

Laci Green and many other young women have placed themselves in an extremely vulnerable position to shed some light on sexual abuse in the Youtube community and some extremely disturbing incidents directly involving Sam Pepper. Please share this video to support Laci and the victims.

REBLOG

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