As Abortion Restrictions Tighten Across The South, New Film Illuminates How Providers Fight For Women
Dawn Porter didn’t know that the release of her documentary, Trapped, would coincide withthe Supreme Court casethat will either enforce or dismantle the very abortion restrictions Trappedaims to illuminate.
Mother of Navy Vet Shot at 30 Times by Police Begs For Justice
This video was posted by the mother of India Kager, who was shot 30 times by the police. One more unheard story of a black woman executed by the police for nothing. Moreover, for a really long time Mass Media didn’t have any information about this case.
In September India Kager, a 27-year-old Navy veteran from College Park, Maryland, was sitting with her boyfriend and 4-month-old son, Roman.
Perry was a “person of interest” in a homicide, according to the police. They additionally claim that they had “confidential information” that he “was going to” commit a “violent crime.” But that’s about all they’re willing to say at this time to justify the incident.
Kager had nothing to do with her boyfriends crimes – past or future.
However, officers began firing rounds that killed both Perry and Kager, indiscriminately. The baby, however, managed to survive – no thanks to the police who sprayed bullets wildly a the car.
Police didn’t explain anything and no justice for her daughter happened, so she is begging for it.
God Help you.
#sayhername
#indiakager
#blacklivesmatterHOW MANY MORE
Wowww. I mean, I get messages like this all the time, but this says so much about YOU and your worldview, and basically nothing about anyone else. Much less whoever you intended to insult with this.
I mean, is “being European” some kind of accomplishment? It’s obvious you seem to think that, so much so that you imagine that people who aren’t must somehow secretly long to be. There’s little to no logical consistency between any statement you’ve made here.
All I see is regurgitated racist lies that are obviously false, and demonstrate with embarrassing clarity that your identity is an empty construct based entirely on what it is not, and who it excludes. The smallness of your worldview would be pitiful if it didn’t have so much violence behind it.
You can cover your eyes and throw a tantrum, but the truth stays true, and European history still includes a fascinating, complex, and mind-blowingly diverse cast of human beings throughout all aspects of society.
from medieval European imaginings of Jesus

To the Virgin Mary

to the Gondoliers of Medieval and Renaissance Venice

The serfs in Russia

The entourage of the Holy Roman Emperor

The holiest embodiments of virtue

Studies in beauty and grace

From champions of military might

to diplomatic negotiators of peace

From the most sacred

to the debauched and profane

History is beautiful, and diverse, and full of so much immense possibility that I never really stop being in awe of it. If you can’t see the beauty in that, that’s your problem.
jetn:
*prepares party popper*
*nervously shakes the party popper*
*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*
*has a wonderful night with the party popper*
*gets married to the party popper*
It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.
My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.
Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.
“It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…” my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. “Yes,” I say, “but not like this… Never like this…”
what the actual fuck
why is there fan art
nevermind that why is their son lettuce
Here are a couple recent captures from a winter trek high atop Sugarloaf Mountain just outside of Marquette, MI. It was an extremely cold day but the scenery and panoramic views is well worth it. Marquette, MI
I’m not sure of the exact day, but if memory serves me, my two year anniversary on tumblr is some time around now.
This blog has come a long way in two years, and been through many evolutions. I can’t say I’ve settled now. I don’t think anyone ever actually settles anyway. It’s better to keep growing.
I have learned a lot. I think I’m a better person for it too. I’ve met some wonderful people! I don’t want to start naming ppl, because I’ll forget someone. You know who you are though! To those who knew me before and have stuck with me from the beginning, thank you so much! I love all of you. I hope you all stay with me for years to come.
(Meanwhile my fandom side blog is working on its second month on tumblr. Check it out if you need more Star Wars and MCU and various other fandoms in your life: @diea-kierlyn)