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eightringsofsaturn · 2 months ago
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A moment of silence for Law's sanity
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jake-is-screaming-in-tune · 6 months ago
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holyfandango · 11 months ago
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this two pictures were near at my gallery lmao
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andreawritesit · 5 months ago
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half-empty-cup · 11 months ago
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`One Piece Odyssey DLC Spoilers for those that haven't played it yet`
I'm (finally) playing the extra chapters and have reached Dressrosa V.3. And. Just, I can't stop laughing.
I reached the scene revelation that it's Law that possesses the Black Cube, and naturally my reaction was, "Law?? I Don't Want To Fight Law.😱" And it's like the developers predicted that response and therefore, the circumvent-
Me (the fan): I don't want to fight Law.
Luffy (angry): I don't want to fight Torao.
Law, himself (practical): I don't want to fight anybody.
The Developers, Dark Lim: Yeah, we know. 😈 But Free Will Doesn't Exist.
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gravalicious · 8 months ago
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The limits of the welfare state are evident in the experiences of Black people, whom Britain has, for centuries, treated as expendable, except inasmuch as they enrich the state and serve white citizens. In other words, there are the deserving and undeserving poor. The difference was enshrined in the Act for the Relief of the Poor of 1601, which defined the deserving poor as unable to work to provide for themselves: young children without parents, the elderly, people with physical (and, presumably, visible) disabilities. Those who were considered able to work were denied financial assistance. The same year, Elizabeth I issued an order to round up and deport Africans and those descended from Africans, on the grounds that they had “crept into” her realm and were consuming “the Relief” that rightfully belonged to her subjects, to their “great annoyance.” The origin of state relief coincided with the determination that Black people in poverty must not receive the sovereign’s provisions, however paltry. The Elizabethan Poor Law remained unaltered until the 1830s, when reformers on both sides referred to the Black slave as an analogue for the illegitimate beneficiary of the state’s largesse, as Robbie Shilliam observes in Race and the Undeserving Poor: From Abolition to Brexit (2018). In 1942, the economist William Beveridge perpetuated the same logic in “Social Insurance and Allied Services,” which came to be known as the Beveridge Report and was the basis of the Labour Party’s welfare program. The report outlined “a comprehensive policy of social progress” geared toward Britain’s “reconstruction” following World War II. In reality, though, Beveridge’s proposal was not an eternal contract between subject-citizens and the state but a short-term plan to rebuild the white labor force. Beveridge advocated for the “defeat” of “want, disease, ignorance, squalor and idleness,” as well as the preservation of the skewed dynamic between the ruling class and the rest.
Derica Shields - A Heavy Nonpresence (2021)
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jadedrrose · 11 months ago
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Might sell more of my Law figures to afford more babymetal merch……
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venusararara · 2 years ago
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Lawrence for bingooo
Omg okay so. Again with the way I perceive men
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Lawrence is super cute though, I'd take advantage of him if he were in a weakened state JFOWJD jkjk unless
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tenth-sentence · 4 months ago
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The old system of landed peasantry was abolished so that a class of incredibly wealthy people could eat larks' tongues and saffron.
"Country: Future Fire, Future Farming" - Bill Gammage and Bruce Pascoe
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whats-in-a-sentence · 8 months ago
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To be an apprentice in eighteenth-century England, especially one of the increasing number of children legally kidnapped from their parents by the poor laws, was to be in a state of short-term slavery: servitude, bound for seven years to a master, unpaid and exposed to criminal cruelty.
"Normal Women: 900 Years of Making History" - Philippa Gregory
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zelamorre · 1 year ago
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Doyle Canon: This is Dr. John Watson. He has managed to have multiple love affairs on three different continents. He is a love machine. A sex god, if you will. Able to woo multiple Victorian ladies.
80% of Sherlock Holmes Adaptations: This is Dr. John Watson. He looks like a hamster.
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savanir · 5 months ago
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DP x DC prompt [9]
Danny doesn't remember much of what happened after his fight with Pariah. he knows the suit nearly killed him. 
He knew he passed out after and had to be carried back.
But considering the fact that the sky is blue and he's in his bedroom it was pretty safe to say that it was a classic case of a job well done and everything was back to normal.
The next day however, more and more oddities started happening. 
No longer did Amity Parkers get assaulted by GIW warnings when they accessed the internet. Instead they just got… nothing, nada, zilch.
Did the GIW go all in and just disconnect them from the rest of the world completely?
But then it became clear that that was the case with everything. stores weren't getting any shipments. 
phone calls would automatically say that numbers weren't in use. 
packages and mail weren't being picked up. 
Very worryingly, credit cards also stopped working and any attempt to contact the bank went utterly nowhere. 
people gradually are starting to get more and more worried.
Amity was very independent and self sufficient but this was a bit much.
At the very least now the city was more open to the doctor's Fenton energy solution of simply using Ecto to power everything.
The guys in white didn't show up in the city anymore either. 
The same went for the other out of town ghost hunters.
and after a quick check from Danny himself (as Phantom) he confirmed that the little not so very hidden base the guys in white had set up outside of the city borders was now simply gone.
Not only that but the roads going out of Amity also just suddenly stop.
At this point Team Phantom is starting to have a certain suspicion, and Sam asks Danny to find the nearest gas station and get them some newspapers.
Back home and now with a bunch of newspapers spread out over the floor with articles about Alien invasions in a place called Metropolis or the top floors of a skyscraper being blown up in a city called Gotham, they have enough to confirm their worries.
“Guys I think we got put back wrong”
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wiisagi-maiingan · 3 months ago
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I love tornado survival guides. "Shelter in a basement or interior room without any windows. But if you're in a mobile home, just fucking die I guess lol"
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shxxtteredfantasy · 1 year ago
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Rinwell, honest opinion about Law?
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"He's a good guy with a great heart, but.... He can be a little um. Dumb sometimes."
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hitohitonika · 7 months ago
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I read somewhere that Luffy is so keen on being friends with Law because Law is the first person in his life to ever approach him first. In every other relationship, it was Luffy asking, or demanding, to be friends first.
And I haven't been the same ever since.
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inkskinned · 1 year ago
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the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.
three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.
two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.
their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.
one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.
i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.
i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.
and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?
you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.
a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.
someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.
#writeblr#warm up#this is longer than i wanted i really considered removing that part about myself and what i went thru#but i think it really fucking bothers me that EVERY time i talk about being an artist#ppl assume i just like. had the skill and ability to drop everything and pay for grad school.#like sir i grew up poor. my house wasn't a safe space. i gave up a FREE RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL. for THIS. bc i chose it.#was it fucking hard? was i choosing the hard thing?? yes.#but we need to stop seeing artists as lazy layabouts that can ''afford'' to just ''sit around and create''#when MANY - if not MOST - of us are NOT like that. we have to work our fucking ASSES off. hard work. long and hard work#part of valuing artists is recognizing the amount we sacrifice to make our art. bc it doesn't just#like HAPPEN to us. also btw it rarely has anything to do with true talent.#speaking as someone with a chronic condition i hate when ppl are like u have it easy. like actively as i'm writing this my hands r#ACTIVELY hurting me. i haven't been posting bc my left hand was curled in a claw for the last week#this isn't fucking luck. after a certain point it's not even TALENT. it's dedication & sacrifice.#''u get to flounce around and do nothing with ur life'' is a narrative that is a direct result of capitalism#imagine if we said that about literally any other profession.#''oh so u give up 10 yrs of ur life to be a doctor? u sacrifice having a social life and u get SUPER in debt?#u need to work countless hours and it will often be thankless? well i wish i was that lucky''#we should be applying that logic to landlords ONLY#''oh ur mom and dad gave u the money to buy a house? and all u did was paint it white and rent it? huh.''
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