#stoked 2009

[bummeryumedanshi]

theu call him Feminist Johnny

[spaceymarz]

do NOT kill yourself. Stoked (2009) can save you.

[touchd0wn-boy]

Tom's newest custom guitar is looking dope already. Classic bunny + untitled logo (+color scheme!) with probably even more to come

[castle-dominion]

YAHOO WE GOT SEASON THREE FROM THE LIBRARY

[justinspoliticalcorner]

John Pavlovitz at The Beautiful Mess:

Wake up, White Liberals, Progressives, and Moderates. It's morning in America. A lot happened while we were sleeping. This is not the nation we thought existed back on January 20th of 2009: likely the last time many of us were fully awake. Back then, we basked in the warm glow of the arrival of a Black President and we grew comfortable, nestling down into a complacency that only the blind spots of privilege and false information provide. The joy of that moment, and the recent civil and human rights wins became a slow-acting emotional sedative that slowly squeezed out the urgency from us; one that gradually dulled our senses.

The visible victories numbed our minds into imagining we had arrived together at Dr. King’s glorious mountaintop. If we had taken the time to ask vulnerable, oppressed people, they'd have warned us not to fall asleep. Believing that the aspirational "we shall overcomes" that once rang out were now a fixed and unchangeable present, we settled cozily into that place where the heart rate slows and the limbs and eyelids grow heavy—and where without realizing it, slumber suddenly overtakes you: One blink awake, the next blink asleep. And for eight years we began to sleepwalk through the world, physically here and moving through daylight but not fully present, not totally seeing—caught between the actual and the unreal world, between the true nightmare and the imagined dream. Yes, we still talked and marched and campaigned and worked, but we did so slightly sedated in the haze of bad stories, willful ignorance, and wishful thinking. Meanwhile, the bigots woke up.

Shaken violently from sleep on that same January morning in 2009 by the reality of what decades of fear and terrible theology taught them was the absolute worst place they could find themselves—they began to mount a fierce counterattack. They infiltrated local politics and school boards and state election positions. They created news outlets and social media platforms designed to filter out everything except that which would fully trigger terror within the hearts of their intended targets and would-be allies: fantastical stories of a pervasive and coordinated Gay Agenda coming to convert their children; of violent, heavily armed, brown-skinned drug gangs overrunning our borders; of godless, abortion-mad progressives having indiscriminate sex without fear or care; of Muslim terrorist hordes infiltrating our neighborhoods and bodegas; of America-hating Democrats coming for their jobs and flags and prayers and guns. And we were still sleepwalking...

They leveraged thousands of Christian pulpits, where every seven days they'd wildly stoke the fires of people's phobias and fears, weaponize the Scriptures against gays and migrants and Muslims, pervert the expansive Gospel of Jesus into rabid nationalism—and sermon by sermon, enlist them all into service as passionate soldiers in the Army of the straight, white, American, male Lord.

And we were still sleepwalking... Then, to inculcate the terror fully, they propped up a sideshow carnival barker as their chosen one; a barren, empty husk of a man with no discernible moral convictions beyond wealth accumulation—who they could use as a flesh and blood avatar to embody and perpetuate themselves. They fashioned a vile, blustery orange idol to rally the fearful and the angry and the callous hearts around; one who would daily dig into the stinking muck to find a deeper bottom—and in the sleep-induced state we were in we thought it was a joke. We laughed ourselves back into a dreamworld where everything would be fine and where decency would prevail and where the system would work; so much so that one hundred million of us slept all the way through an election cycle. And here we are, a hair’s breadth from fascism.

John Pavlovitz says it best in regards to White Liberals, Progressives, and Moderates of all stripes: stay awake and don’t sleepwalk like what happened during Obama’s term.

[cerastes]

I’m losing my shit, among Arturia’s crimes, there’s one time where she tied over one thousand balloons to a sanatorium and used that plus Arts to make it float in the skies for hours while playing music for the elderly and sick in there.

Arturia watched Up (2009), REALLY liked it, and thought of a very fun activity for the convalescent that would also piss off the cops royally. I don’t think you could commit a funnier crime than stealing a whole building Ed Edd n Eddy style while stoked ill old people cheer you on.

[burntb4bydoll]

OMG YOUR RECENT GEORG SMUT UGH YOU WRITE SO GOOD FR GOT ME SMILING N SHIT THANK YOU AND IF ITS NOT TOO MUCH TO ASK CAN YOU PRETTY PLEASE WRITE THE SAME BUT WITH 2009 BILL???

2009 BILL IS MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE OFC

AND THANK YOU SM🤭💗

2009 Bill Kaulitz x fem!reader

Warnings: so much praising ofc, fingering, Bills a little possessive 🤭, voice kink? Idfk what its called im so dumb, reader is hinted at being a little shy

You didn’t know what was wrong with you recently, the only thing you have been thinking about was him. Nothing that you did could stop the overwhelming need for him.

So when Bill comes home with your favorite drink and flowers? Well that made you feel like you were dreaming. As soon as you got him back to the bedroom, you immediately pulled him into a needy kiss. He was taken aback by your eagerness, but quickly wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you close. He pulled away after a minute and one of his hands came up to gently stoke your cheek.

“Whats got you so worked up, sweetheart? Are you ok?” There was obvious concern lacing his voice and it made you want him even more.

“Im ok, I just want you so bad. I can’t stop thinking about you, Bill. It’s driving me insane.” You whine, laying your head on his chest to hide your embarrassment. He smiles widely and laughs a little.

“Oh my, you are so cute. It’s alright, baby. I’ll give you what you need.” Bill pulls your head off of his chest and gives you a quick peck on the cheek, then he lays you gently on the bed. “Lets get these shorts off, we definitely don’t need them.” He pulls your shorts down, revealing that you weren’t wearing anything underneath them. “Oh? You aren’t wearing anything underneath…were you waiting for me?”

“Mhm..I’ve been waiting all day.” You mumble, watching as his fingers softly trace through your slick folds. He moves to kneel in between your thighs, his fingers still messing with the wetness between your legs.

“I’m here now, sweetheart. I missed you too. Ive been thinking of your beautiful face,” his fingers dive into your entrance, “and how good you are for me. You’re always such a good girl.” Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. “My pretty baby…” he uses his free hand to brush his fingers across your face again, using his thumb to rub across your bottom lip. You move forward to press your lip’s against his, moaning at the contact that you’ve been craving so badly.

Bills fingers move faster, creating a loud squelching sound due to the amount of arousal leaking out of you. “Oh shit! Can you please talk to me? I just wanna hear your voice, Bill.” His lips curl upwards a little at that, he loves when your vocal about what you want because he knows how embarrassed you get.

“Of course, baby. You’re such a good girl for asking so nicely. Im so proud of you.” You let out a sharp moan, his praise making your heart beat faster. His thumb starts to toy with your clit, sending shocks throughout your body. “I love playing with you. This pussy takes my fingers so well, its like you were made for me.” He feels you squeeze his fingers and raises his eyebrow at you, “oh you like that? You like being my perfect girl, made just for me? Good, ‘cause I’m the only one who gets to touch you like this.”

“Oh fuck Bill~! You’re gonna make me cum-”

“Go ahead. Cum for me, angel. Show me what a good girl you are and cum on my fingers.” He cuts you off, curling his fingers to press against your g-spot. Your back lifts up off the mattress as you let go, spilling your arousal all over his hand. He continues his quick thrusts of his fingers until you legs clamp shut, trying to pull away from him due to overstimulation. “It’s ok, baby. You’re alright. I got you. Such a good girl, come back to me sweetheart.” He coos, pulling his fingers out of you. You lay there, too blissed out to notice him moving from his spot on the bed to get something to clean you off with. He comes back and cleans you up gently, making sure not to use too much pressure on your sensitive cunt. Bill moved to lay next to you, and you immediately cuddle up to his warm body. Neither of you move or say anything for a while, just enjoying each other company.

[reasonsforhope]

"In New Zealand, Pacific Island scientists have just been given a large grant to run a study trial on the use of the traditional kava preparation and kava ceremony for treating PTSD.

Believing it could help treat PTSD and other trauma in soldiers and veterans, police officers, and corrections facility staff, the two scientists want to revise the reputation of kava, which was damaged by a pharmaceutical rush into the product some years ago.

Dr. Apo Aporosa of Fijian descent on his mother’s side, and Dr. Sione Vaka from Tonga, have received $1 million from the Health Research Council to combine kava drink with the traditional ceremony of conversation.

“I’m so stoked that Health Research Council has faith in us as a team to do this critically important work,” Dr. Aporosa told the NZ Herald. “It’s likely we’re going to spend a million dollars to prove what traditional Pacific knowledge has been trying to tell Europeans for the last 200 years.”

Kava comes in many traditional names, all relating to the root of the Piper methysticum plant. Across the islands of the Pacific, the root was stirred in water and drank for its subtle euphoric, but also sedative properties. Accompanying the drink was a Talanoa or what Dr. Aporosa is referring to as “talk therapy,” but what was essentially a heart-to-heart conversation.

Their study will take two groups of people and give them both the whole kava drink plus the talanoa, referred to as “the full package” while another group will receive just the talanoa, and another group just the kavalactones—the active ingredient in the plant.

In 2009, the Cochrane Institute confirmed that kava was probably more effective than placebo for treating anxiety. At the time, pharmaceutical and supplement companies had quickly isolated kavalactones and sold them as a natural relaxant.

Like most indigenous populations, New Zealand’s Māori population suffers from higher rates of stress, trauma, and anxiety than the national average, and the Health Research Council believes that the Kava ceremony is the most sensible way to fulfill this unmet need.

“We do know that… talk therapy works for some PTSD cases,” Dr. Aporosa said, adding that talanoa is basically talk therapy, done while sitting on the floor rather than in chairs.

“We know that kava has relaxant properties, that kava is a natural anti-anxiety medication, so we combine those two elements in a culturally influenced space, and we’ve got something here that’s unique.”

Aporosa understands the situation better than most. Not only is he from Pacific stock, but he was a police officer who had to leave the force due to PTSD from the line of duty.

His experience traveling the world speaking with former military and police got him the Fulbright Scholarship to study the kava ceremony in Hawai’i, another island culture that uses the plant.

His hope is to show that it works significantly in the trial, and then release a free e-book about how to perform the ceremony and intervention, in order to ensure the largest number of people can access the knowledge of this traditional Pacific medicine."

-via Good News Network, July 5, 2023

[haveyouseenthisseries-poll]

[classificationhell]

Not sure if this has been asked before, but how would Mourningstar react if reader died? Would losing ANOTHER child finally push him past his breaking point?

Oh dear god..... (how dark and I love it and hate it at the same time lol) (Also if y'all wanna reply whether you liked this I'd be stoked because I don't usually go this hard or dark >.>)

Look, it can go one of two ways

(WARNING DARK DISTURBING CONTENT AHEAD! WITHOUT SPOILING TOO MUCH IM GOING TO JUST SAY DEAD DOVE AND GENOCIDE)

(Above should be a page of issue number 9 of Batgirl 2009 if I am not mistaken, i honestly dont know for sure i specifically looked up batgirl 2009 issue 9 marvin though) He doesn't see you as actually being dead. You just can't be dead. You're just tired because of the incident, or whatever it was scared you so badly that you became mute. Any smell you do or dont emit he can chalk up to your scent changing or stopping, which, while rare, can happen, but oh don't worry darling, he'll still love you and your scent, or lack thereof, no matter what. Also, don't worry about you being unable to talk anymore he'll fill the silence or just cuddle you.

Fortunately, I don't think decay works the same way for sinners in hell. Headcanon is actually that unless a body is burned or eaten, it will remain intact indefinitely. There may be some smell, or the scent might disappear completely, but it isn't completely heinous. Point is he's keeping "you" cleaned and dressed and chalking your unresponsiveness up to trauma from the incident if he stares at you long enough without blinking or looking away he can definitely see you're breathing so you're not dead. You. Can't. Be. Dead. You're obviously just too traumatized to eat, or maybe he fed you already. Ah, yes, silly Daddy, you ate your blueberry pancakes this morning because they're your favorite, and you're too full for lunch. He'll spend hours talking to you about anything and everything or just cuddling. You don't move away or anything, so he knows you like it. Everyone else, including heaven, better pray to all that is holy or unholy that he doesn't ever come out of his delusions. "You look so pretty today babygirl. I love that dress on you! The color looks so well against your skin. You look like such a doll darling. Daddy's pretty little doll~"

Option 2:

He knows and he is completely enveloped by an all consuming rage. Heaven won't have to worry about an extermination ever again because Lucifer will purposely murder each and every sinner already in existence or those yet to fall. The pride ring will become uninhabitable to even hellborns, anyone that steps foot there will forfeit their life including Angels. If exorcist or fucking Adam come down he will slaughter them without prejudice and send their heads back to heaven as a notice that no one is welcome anymore and any deal they had was off. Snakes take over the entire ring and make short work of anyone who dares enter. He's buried you next to your sister and mother in the garden and visits every day to tell you he's gotten vengeance for you and will continue to slaughter every sinner who falls or anyone who dares enter the pride ring, he's made a veritable garden of Eden for himself and his family.

[bummeryumedanshi]

doodles of what lo and fin look like in my mind palace lulz

[chillaxland]

STOKED 15TH ANNIVERSARY (2009-2013) ↝ CHARACTER INTROS ➥ BROSEPH

[the-garbanzo-annex-jr]

by Adam Kredo

Kamala Harris's newly appointed head of Arab-American outreach once accused Zionists of "controlling" American politics, echoing an anti-Semitic trope that suggests Jews nefariously manipulate global affairs.

"The Zionists have a strong voice in American politics," Brenda Abdelall, an Egyptian-American lawyer and former Department of Homeland Security official, said in a 2002 interview with the New York Sun while attending the American Muslim Council's annual convention. "I would say they're controlling a lot of it."

Abdelall, whom Harris tapped earlier this week to help galvanize Arab voters, made the remarks after a speaker at the event, anti-Israel professor Jamil Fayez, said that "Zionists are destroying America." Responding to his remarks, Abdelall said that while "'destroying' is a harsh word," supporters of the Jewish state do control American politics.

The American Muslim Council's 2002 confab also provided attendees with a chance to meet anti-Semitic former congresswoman Cynthia McKinney (D., Ga.), who famously blamed Jews for the 9/11 terror attack and attended a 2009 Holocaust-denial gathering in London. Her father similarly blamed Jews when she lost her congressional seat shortly after the 2002 conference. "Jews have bought everybody. Jews. J-E-W-S," he said.

Abdelall's appointment comes as Harris works to appease members of her party's liberal flank who want her to more aggressively confront the Jewish state and undermine its war on Hamas, including by cutting off arms sales. Harris has praised pro-Hamas campus protesters as "showing exactly what the human emotion should be, as a response to Gaza." In March, she accused Israel of stoking "humanitarian catastrophe."

Abdelall joins several other Harris campaign advisers who have a history of pressuring Israel and advocating increased relations with Iran. They include Harris's national security adviser, Phil Gordon, who is the subject of a congressional probe into his ties to a member of an Iranian government influence network. Ilan Goldenberg, Harris's liaison to the Jewish community, has faced scrutiny for his ties to the anti-Israel group J Street, as well as championing closer ties to Tehran.

Harris also appointed a veteran Israel critic, the Rev. Jen Butler, to conduct outreach to the faith community. Butler has come under fire for working alongside anti-Semitic activist Linda Sarsour.

Abdelall also is a veteran of the anti-Israel advocacy world.

During the 2002 American Muslim Council event, she suggested that the election defeat of former congressman Earl Hilliard Sr. (D., Ala.) "shows the Jewish influence in politics," according to the Sun. At the time, Hilliard had faced criticism from pro-Israel groups for voting against a congressional resolution condemning Palestinian suicide bombers.

Abdelall's mother founded the American Muslim Council's Ann Arbor branch, helping the anti-Israel advocacy group expand its presence across the country, according to the Sun.

The Harris campaign defended Adelall, saying that as a DHS official, she "worked closely on the implementation of the country's first National Strategy to Counter Antisemitism" and "led efforts for the first United We Stand summit, a White House event to counter hate-fueled violence."

"We are proud to add her to the campaign."

The American Muslim Council has long courted controversy for spreading anti-Israel propaganda.

In 2003, Rep. Jerry Nadler (D., N.Y.) blasted the group's former executive director, Eric Erfan Vickers, for claiming "that the recent tragic loss of the Space Shuttle Columbia and its entire crew was an act of divine retribution against Israel, and attributable to the presence of the first Israeli astronaut on the mission."

Vickers at the time said he saw "a sign in the calamitous destruction of the one hundred and thirteenth space shuttle mission taking place over a city named Palestine, while on board was the first Israeli astronaut." Nadler described the remarks as "unthinkable."

[harrisonarchive]

Hi, love your blog!! I learned a lot of stuff about George because of you :)

I know that George really loved ukuleles, and I recently got one, and I'm just wondering if you know any songs that he enjoyed playing on it? Or songs that he made that include the ukulele? Thank you!!

Hi!

Thank you so much for the kind words about this blog.

As for George and the ukulele, here are some quotes (with links to posts or audio) that hopefully go some way to answering your questions. :)

According to an article in The Stoke Sentinel in 2009, some of George's favorites were: "the Ukulele Rag, September in the Rain, Dizzy Fingers and a Gershwin medley."

The very broad "Hawaiian love songs," remembered by photographer Mark Seliger.

Specific Hawaiian artists include Gabby Pahinui.

A cover of Cab Calloway's "Between The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea"

George Formby

A cover of Fred Astaire's "Shine On Your Shoes"

Cab Calloway's "Barnacle Bill The Sailor"

Thank you again for the kind words — and the ask!

[tgirljoker]

i hate commenting on these short lived discourses because ultimately everyone feeling the need to add their own two cents is exactly what causes these discussions to so quickly and widely perpetuate, and by engaging with the discourse in any capacity im only serving to stoke the flames but with all that said; the homestuck discourse happening rn is so pointless.

homestuck is a 15 year old webcomic with racist, ableist, and homophobic elements, unjustified but explained by virtue of being a story about the internet in the late 2000s written primarily by someone who was familiar with online culture in that era. people who deny any bigoted aspects of the comic are just flat out incorrect, and are being either intellectually dishonest and/or lazy. however i do think its also intellectually dishonest and lazy to suggest that out of all 8000 pages, 1.2 million words, and 7 years of production, homestuck should be defined solely by its bigoted aspects and has no real analytical merit.

and yes that one girl claiming that people jokingly threatening homestuck fans is transmisogyny is obviously wrong but shes exactly that… obviously wrong, and by parading her bad takes youre only giving her more traction and prolonging discourse that doesnt seem to have any real end goal? just take a step back for a second. this all started because a poll on tumblr pitted a 2009 webcomic against a 1983 newspaper comic strip, a handful of people jokingly threatened fans of said webcomic in general to complain that the votes were more or less equal, someone screenshots a few examples of this and cries transmisogyny, and now everyone feels the need to share their opinion on the webcomic and its critics/fans alike. what is the actual problem here and how is any of this productive to solving it?

i completely understand the need to be a hater and thats fine, but it does bug me when people try to hide their haterisms with a veneer of moral superiority.

[the-fiction-witch]

SIlver Coin

Media Pinnochio (2009 Live Action)

Character Lampwick

Couple Lampwick X Reader

Rating Smut

Concept Coins

Smut Fingering / Full sex / raw sex / Prostitution

I blushed hard thinking of what I was to do, I waited in my room eagerly watching the sky darken and the lamplighters pass my little house lighting the street lamps as they go, I sat in my little grey dress my favourite to wear as it so often infuriated my father to see me in it given how much of my skin would be exposed in it, tossing my coin between my fingers. He had given me my allowance today so of course I had added what I needed to my piggy bank, put aside my treats and spending money for the month and now was left with a single silver coin that I now waited eagerly to spend. Once darkness engulfed the little town I waited listening to my father shifting and moving in his room getting ready for bed, soon enough the light from his room extinguished plunging the corridor into the darkness not a single bit of light was able to slip under my door and only a few moments later I could hear his loud snores. 

I took this as my chance opening my window and scampering down the tree I made sure not to be spotted as I hurried away from our little house. 

I headed for town seeing the shops shut up for the night, the hotel locked up too only really a bar or two still open and they had few on them, I hurried along towards the beach but found I didn't even have to go all that way as he stood on the bridge leaning there having a cigarette watching the ocean almost as if he was waiting for me. I blushed and slowly headed over hiding my coin behind me

"Lampwick"

He perked up and turned to me with a slight smirk "Y/n" he smirked back "What brings a little thing like you all the way out here by yourself?" 

"Just admiring the moonlight" I smiled coming closer

"It is a very nice night" he smirked back "Don't play innocent darling we both know your out for more than an evening walk"

"Maybe I am" I smirked handing over the silver coin he smirked taking it checking out and adding it to his pocket 

"I figured you'd be coming round soon," he says before taking my hand and the two of us happily scampered off down the cobblestones being as quiet as possible until we reached our usual spot. 

Just on the very edge of town was a bridge and a large arch on the side of this arch was a little stone room with a wooden door it was from back when the bridge had a toll and a toll keeper but it had since been forgotten about the door was padlocked but many nights ago Lampwick broke the lock for somewhere with a roof away from the cold I had replaced it so we could have a private little place we snuck inside and immediately locked the door behind us the room no bigger than a square foot just big enough for the two of us and as soon as we were inside he took me in his arms and kissed me I happily kissed him backbiting on his lip a little which caused him to pull back 

"Humm excited tonight darling" he whispered and I nodded "alright, nice and quiet" he reminds pushing me against the wall I eagerly waited feeling him stroke my body before he found my breasts fondling them a little as he kissed my neck "ummm you feel good, maybe I should play with these"

"Lampwick" I whined 

"I know I know, have some patience darling" he Cooes moving to pull up my dress his hand slipping under to stoke me "uhhh soaked already for me" he smirked slipping two fingers inside me and using his thumb to rub my clit I did my best to bite my lip my fingers finding little grips in the bricks as he worked tirelessly supplying me with wave after wave of pleasure often kissing my neck while he worked "that nice darling?"

"Yes, just uhh just keep going Lampwick" I gasped 

"Yes my darling" he Cooes speeding up his hand until I got close so much I was having to clamp my hand over my mouth to keep quiet "humm would my darling like something more?" He smirked and I nodded he happily removed his fingers and quickly he slipped his erection inside me wasting no time to begin his merciless thrusts I did my best to stay quiet but some moans I couldn't stop my knees going weak from the pleasure "uhhhh I'm close darling" he groans in my ear 

"Just a little longer" I pleaded 

"Would this help?" He smirked moving a hand around to stroke my clit which made me scream having to quickly stop myself before someone heard us "I'll take that as a yes" he smirked rubbing hard as he got even faster with his thrusts and it wasn't long until I bit my hand hitting my orgasm which he worked hard to let Me ride out before quickly pulling out and finishing on my dress.

For a moment we just stood gasping holding each other as we relaxed until I giggled as I turned to him 

"Lampwick you made a mess of my dress" 

"Sorry darling, I thought I had more time but you just felt so good" he smirked giving me a sweet kiss "I missed you"

"I missed you too, but I need to get back in case he finds I snuck out"

"Of course, will I see you tomorrow night?"

"Perhaps,"

"Well you know where to find me darling" he smirked handing back the silver coin 

"I do, see you tomorrow" I smiled giving him a sweet kiss before heading out and sneaking my way back home.