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Rae. 22. She/her. Makeup artist in training. Queer and in love. Intersectional feminist not taking your bs. Currently blogging about Marvel, Tolkien, Teen Wolf, Star Trek and the occasional fleeting obsession. Pretty girls, cool art, and politics.

nofunphillips:

my dad died from ALS when i was 3 years old. he was 36. my mom was 33. that was 30 years ago. now i’m the same age my mom was when my dad died. and there is still no cure for ALS. 

this is what happens when you have ALS: your muscles slowly stop working, one part at a time. for my dad, first he couldn’t use one of his hands. then his arm. then the other arm. then he couldn’t walk. then he couldn’t stand up. then he couldn’t talk. then he couldn’t swallow. then he couldn’t breathe. then he was dead.

this all took about two years. he was diagnosed when i was about one year old. the only memories i have about my dad are of an inert body in a wheelchair or lying in a bed with a bunch of tubes stuck into it. as i was learning to talk, he was losing the ability to speak. as i was learning to walk, he stopped being able to move. my mom often had to choose between who she was going to help go to the bathroom at any given moment: her husband or her toddler.

after my dad died, my mom took over the philadelphia chapter of the ALS association. it consisted of a shoebox full of notecards with names on it. now it is a multi-million dollar organization with a large staff. she is still in charge. my mom is one of the most amazing people on the planet, basically.

these past couple weeks have been mind-boggling. i have openly wept watching so many of these videos. i still don’t completely get how all of this has happened, but now we live in a world in which lil wayne and taylor swift and oprah and justin timberlake and weird al and bill gates talk about ALS. my mom just emailed me this sentence: “lebron james ice bucket challenge.” i mean, IS THIS REAL LIFE?! i just keep saying over and over: holy shit. holy shit. holy shit.

so far, it has raised over 10 million dollars… and counting. my mom has spent every single day of her life for the past three decades trying to get this kind of attention and funds for this disease.

i don’t care if it’s a stupid gimmick. i don’t care if people are just doing this because it’s trendy or because they want pats on the back. i don’t care if it’s the new harlem shake. i don’t care if for the rest of my life, when i talk about ALS, i have to say “you know, the ice bucket disease.”

please, everybody, please keep pouring buckets of ice over your heads. please keep donating money. please keep talking about this.

my mom’s chapter:

http://www.alsphiladelphia.org/ 

p.s. the only reason i haven’t done my own ice bucket challenge yet is because i wanted to do it with my mom. we’re seeing each other next week, so it will happen then, i promise.

 

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.

sourcedumal:

dynastylnoire:

oldnerdybasterd:

T’Challa the Black Panther

cosplayer Sean Shaw

Saturday May 31, 2014 Long Beach Comic Expo

Long Beach California

everyone go home. it’s over. he wins everything

Yes. Look at God…

lexrhetoricae:

mercuryacejones:

Latest positive news out of Ferguson. Community coming together.

Teachers: Heroes.

-cuteprincess:

tssfxx:

can you tell me and randall had fun on our trip

;___;

shortcuttothestars:

Dark mori with jeans by shortcuttothestars Both dark and light mori can be done with jeans, but you’re working agains one of the core aesthetics; flowy layers. Of course you can treat your jeans like leggings, but I suppose that was not what was requested.Jeans instantly tone down an outfit and is something you kinda have to ‘work agains’ to make an outfit more over-the-top, but if you’re going for a casual look they’re perfect :)I’d replace them with a black or grey maxi skirt here, but whatever floats ya boat :)

shortcuttothestars:

Dark mori with jeans by shortcuttothestars 

Both dark and light mori can be done with jeans, but you’re working agains one of the core aesthetics; flowy layers. Of course you can treat your jeans like leggings, but I suppose that was not what was requested.

Jeans instantly tone down an outfit and is something you kinda have to ‘work agains’ to make an outfit more over-the-top, but if you’re going for a casual look they’re perfect :)

I’d replace them with a black or grey maxi skirt here, but whatever floats ya boat :)
blackfashion:

Washington Ave. Darlin’ Syd rocking a Washington Ave. Style
Houston, Tx
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blackfashion:

Washington Ave. Darlin’ Syd rocking a Washington Ave. Style

Houston, Tx

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rydenarmani:

tomorrow at 4: scissoring. is it real? how does that work? goodnight america