Jeez Louiez please
Working in the game industry is like within my reach. So insignificant sounding, but I’ll give up studying abroad for it like I can get my foot in the door with this potentially (and don’t get me wrong Ireland is my dream but there’s more study abroad opportunities I have yet to explore aside from the spring) babble babble babble i’m blowing this up too much but whatevs
plz don’t screw up the interview
send good karma friends, I need it
1 month ago on August 19th, 2014 | 0 notes
A silent protest in Love Park, downtown Philadelphia orchestrated by performance artists protesting the murder of Michael Brown in Ferguson. The onslaught of passerby’s wanting to take photos with the statue exemplifies the disconnect in American society. Simply frame out the dead body, and it doesn’t exist.
Here are some observations by one of the artists involved in the event:
I don’t know who any of these folks are.
They were tourists I presume.
But I heard most of what everything they said. A few lines in particular stood out. There’s one guy not featured in the photos. His friends were trying to get him to join the picture but he couldn’t take his eyes off the body.
"Something about this doesn’t feel right. I’m going to sit this one out, guys." "Com’on man… he’s already dead."
There were a billion little quips I heard today. Some broke my heart. Some restored my faith in humanity. There was an older white couple who wanted to take a picture under the statue.
The older gentleman: “Why do they have to always have to shove their politics down our throats.” Older woman: “They’re black kids, honey. They don’t have anything better to do.”
One woman even stepped over the body to get her picture. But as luck would have it the wind blew the caution tape and it got tangle around her foot. She had to stop and take the tape off. She still took her photo.
There was a guy who yelled at us… “We need more dead like them. Yay for the white man!”
"One young guy just cried and then gave me a hug and said ‘thank you. It’s nice to know SOMEBODY sees me.’
But you know, I can’t let you live
Your adventuring days are coming to an end!
Sakurai: *spews coffee* great googly moogly……. someone get this man in here right now…… call Iwata tell him we need six more months I can’t believe we didnt think of this
YELLOW: #fdf9ee; #fdf6ec; #fcf3ea; #fcefe9; #fbe9e5
GREEN: #f4fefd; #effbfa; #e4f9f7; #d9f6f3; #cff6f2
BLUE: #eff8f5; #eaf6f5; #e3f3f3; #dceef4; #d7e6f1
PINK: #faeff2; #fce8f0; #fbe2e5; #fad8db; #fbcfdb
O captain my Captain!
I never wanted to post this
This scene still breaks my heart each and every single time I watch it.
Azula was a terrible, horrible person. She would have set the world aflame and laughed over the broken carcass of her brother.
But she was fourteen.
She was so ruined and twisted by her childhood and by her nation, driven to insanity by the expectations placed upon her.
Azula was bad and yet I can’t help but feel so terribly sorry for her.
"I don’t have sob stories like all of you."
SHE WAS FUCKING FOURTEEN WHAT
"My own mother….thought I was a monster.
She was right, of course, but it still hurt.”
actually, i think one of the shows strengths is that they didn’t shy away from what a horrible tragedy this was. even though she was clearly a villain and did unspeakably awful things, this scene was still framed as sad. there was no celebrating- they just look at her sadly.
the music for the battle that leads up to this moment is sad too- it’s an epic battle, visually probably one of the biggest things done in the entire series, and they could have played it with thumping, energetic, dangerous music. but instead it’s quiet and somber. because the whole scenario is heartbreaking, and they know it.
i think the fact that a kid’s show had so much respect for it’s viewers and their ability to understand the complexity of this situation is what makes avatar great.
Their Bromance is too beautiful. Seriously can’t handle their overloading cuteness. Ramley forever~