trashmouse:

ohnoagremlin:

one-time-i-dreamt:

dopeluminarydreamer:

dontwantthenextcommanderiwantyou:

waluwadjet:

stephanemiroux:

sprmint-bkgsoda:

Just like I said. Illegal adoption.

https://abcnews.go.com/Blotter/immigrant-mom-loses-effort-regain-son-us-parents/story?id=16803067

Here are the thieves btw:

im actually physically ill

Keep this post alive so that when CARLOS is old enough he’ll know these KIDNAPPERS stole him from his MOTHER!

Guatemalan mom: “Please help me my son was taken from me”

Those two assholes: “Lol finders keepers bitch lmao”

Carlos was taken from his mom, Encarnacion Bail Romero after she was arrested during a work raid. Her words, “Nobody could help me because I don’t speak English,” are still resonating deeply within me. This child was kidnapped from a loving mother, and she went to hell and backwards trying to get him back, and a judge literally told her she had no rights to her own child.

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https://twitter.com/evanchill/status/1010399759088193536

Completely unfit parents can get their children back like it’s nothing and this poor woman who loves her child and just wants him with her again cannot? How is this not human trafficking/kidnapping? 

Also:

The judge said the biological mother had no rights to even see her child, according to the mother’s lawyer.

Asked if the Mosers would allow Bail Romero to see the child, the Mosers’ attorney, Joseph Hensley, said the couple was “not willing to comment on that at this time.” source

reminder that many children are funneled specifically to Christian families and communities for the same reasons they always have: destroy culture, stack votes, add bodies to communities that otherwise wouldn’t hold majorities. it is literal, actual trafficking.

This is a part of genocide.  Removing the children from their parents, who generally desperately love and want to raise them, and placing them with white American families is a way to erase their culture from existence without the ugliness of directly killing children.  But it’s still ugly, and it cares nothing for the actual welfare of the child.

BDSM Test: What kind of sexual deviant are you?

== Results from bdsmtest.org ==
100% Non-monogamist
96% Switch
93% Masochist
83% Boy/Girl (I would have called this category Little especially if someone like me marked other as their gender rather than picking a binary designation.)
82% Primal (Hunter)
78% Rope bunny
75% Pet
74% Experimentalist
74% Primal (Prey)
72% Submissive
68% Degradee
62% Sadist
62% Daddy/Mommy (I prefer Adult/Caregiver/babysitter and the Little/Caregiver energy is a 100% nonsex space for me. It is a recharging fun space.) 
54% Rigger
53% Slave
53% Dominant
52% Voyeur
49% Degrader
48% Master/Mistress
46% Ageplayer
43% Owner
40% Brat tamer
40% Vanilla (how is this possible with the other results?)
38% Brat (I want to know what I answered that gave this because I am really not at all)
37% Exhibitionist (this is really low because I didn’t like the idea of people accidentally watching. I am 100% for people who knew what they were getting in for watching me. Like REALLY, I’m 100% exhibitionist AND 100% consent enthusiast.) 

BDSM Test: What kind of sexual deviant are you?

ed-nygmatic:

Ok Tumblr, this is a long shot but my best friend was at Pride in London yesterday, she met a girl named Lilianna at Soho Theatre, who was Portuguese with blonde hair and wearing a rainbow striped dress. They chatted and danced but didn’t swap contact details and my friend wishes they had! Does anyone think they know Lilianna? My friend is called Win, she’s British Chinese with short spiked hair and was covered in glitter. She’d love to get in touch with Lilianna again, please help her! Even just RT this so maybe more people can see it…thank you!

pan-left-close-on-the-steeple:

Adhd/Executive Dysfunction Gothic

– You are standing in the bathroom. How long has it been? 30 seconds? 20 minutes? You turn the handle slowly and go about your day. Try to forget the time you can’t remember.

– You say something. Someone responds, but you don’t know what they’re talking about. They look at you questioningly. You have no memory of what you just said.

– You think you’re going back your old elementary school, but when you walk in, there’s just two recordings playing on repeat. One says “Not working to full potential. Not working to full potential. Not working to full potential.” The other says “Organization needs improvement. Organization needs improvement”. You have been in this room for years.

– You’re sitting in class. It is interesting. The teacher is good. Suddenly you can’t stop fidgeting. You feel like you’re going to scream, but you make no sound. You need to leave. NOW. Before you smash your desk to pieces.

– You are sad. So so so so so so sad. Wait. You are ok. You are happy. You are angry. You are bored. You are so so so so so so sad. You are happy. It’s been half an hour

– You are exhausted. You can barely lift your head, but your leg keeps bouncing. It’s using energy you don’t have. You don’t know where it’s getting it from.

– You think you’re doing well in a class. There’s a nagging thought in the back of your mind. When’s the last time you did homework? You check your grade. It’s a D.

– Everyday, you think to do the same thing when you get home. It’s been weeks. You still haven’t done it. You wonder if your house is messing with your mind. You think to do something about it, but when you walk throuh your front door, you forget.

– It’s 1:45. You need to get on the bus at 2. You check the clock. 1:45. You check the clock. 1:45. You check the clock. 1:46. You stop checking for a few minutes. You check again. It’s 2:01. The bus is gone.

goat-yells-at-everything:

positive-memes:

Mae Bua

DUDE! YOU GOTTA POST THE WHOLE STORY CUSE IT GETS BETTER!

She was one of the first volunteers to come to the cave. She worked to cook meals and provide rest for the soldiers and divers trying to get to the boys.

She has 5 acres of land where she farms rice all on her own since her husband died and she left it shortly after planting to go and give what she could to the rescue effort. She returned home a week later to find her fields flooded by the water being pumped out of the cave system.

From what the article says, it doesn’t seem to have destroyed all her (and almost a dozen other farmers) crops but it was a good portion of them.

This woman is wonderful. She could have seen this as a “no good deed goes unpunished” but she just laughed it off and said it was worth it to save those boys.

the-argumentative-viper:

starfoozle:

executeness:

glumshoe:

queenofthefae:

glumshoe:

Clarification: is there a set, standard amount of time, such as “one second”, that a “measure” of music lasts…? I understand that “4/4 time” means “four beats per measure”, but unless the length of time a “measure” lasts is consistent between songs, how does that make sense?

absolutely not; timing in music is not dependent on measure length, but instead based entirely on tempo. there ARE certain time signatures that are typically faster, such as 6/8, but there is no true standard and even 6/8 can be slower than 4/4, depending on the tempo. hope that helps!

who is responsible for this

Larghissimo — very, very slow (20 bpm and below) Translation*: plenty of time to get distracted between measures. Or notes.

Grave — slow and solemn (20–40 bpm) Translation: just serious enough for nervous laughter during rests. Avoid eye contact with anyone.

Lento — slowly (40–60 bpm) Translation: it is actually possible to fall asleep while playing an instrument, to the confusion and horror of your teacher.

Largo — broadly (40–60 bpm) Translation: dramatic grand gestures while sober. Think sweeping.

Larghetto — rather broadly (60–66 bpm) Translation: dramatic grand gestures while drunk. Slightly more manic or erratic

Adagio — slow and stately (literally, “at ease”) (66–76 bpm) Translation: Julie Andrews, Queen of Genovia, is entering the room. Plenty of time to focus on hitting the right notes b/c u cannot fuck this up.

Adagietto — rather slow (70–80 bpm) Translation: the high school graduating class of 2018 is entering the room. 40% elated 70% bored. Mostly restrained by the staff, still want this over with.

Andante moderato — a bit slower than andante. Translation: a steady meander in the woods. Fast enough to be interesting, slow enough to savor.

Andante — at a walking pace (76–108 bpm) Translation: CPR speed! Do you have Stayin Alive or Another One Bites the Dust in your head? Either way good luck remembering your melody now.

Andantino – slightly faster than andante. Translation: Just saw someone you do NOT want to talk to but you don’t want to draw attention. Always feels slightly forced. That’s fine.

Moderato — moderately (108–120 bpm) Translation: Marching is the tenuous balance between comfortable speed for walking and comfortable speed for music. Much easier when not in a parade.

Allegretto — moderately fast (but less so than allegro). Translation: the piece is probably in moderato but you’re having fun! You totally got this! Everything’s a bit fast but you’re still hitting all the notes! Go you!

Allegro moderato — moderately quick (112–124 bpm) Translation: Approximately dancing speed, depending on your confidence and the degree to which you know where all your limbs are at any given time. Jam a little in your seat. It’s okay.

Allegro — fast, quickly and bright (120–168 bpm). Playful, for flirting without words. Wink as needed without losing your place.

Vivace — lively and fast (≈140 bpm) (quicker than allegro) Translation: That was probably too much coffee but it’s FINE. It’s probably not physically possible for your heart to beat out of your chest.

Vivacissimo — very fast and lively. Translation: Either you’re showing off or the composer wanted you to suffer. Probably the former.

Allegrissimo — very fast. Translation: You’re not one of those aerobic respirators are you? You can breathe when we finish this piece. Hold on for the ride.

Presto — very fast (168–200 bpm) Translation: use popcorn popping as your metronome. Doesn’t actually have a regular beat but at this speed neither do you.

Prestissimo — extremely fast (more than 200bpm) Translation: you don’t know what’s happening and neither does your conductor if you have one. Reeds are splitting, strings are snapping, wind instruments can’t feel their tongues. Flail your fingers and prey.*.

(http://www.classicalmusiccity.com/search/article.php?vars=446/Basic-Tempo-Markings.html)

*I haven’t touched my flute in four years

**Yes I meant prey I’m a godless carnivore

#is this the schmidt pain index of tempo #did you personally allow different tempos to bite you

Yes. Prestissimo stings like a motherfucker.