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jcoleknowsbest:

Mo’Ne Davis Makes Little League World Series History In Three-Hit Shutout

The 13-year-old became the first girl to toss a complete game shutout in a Little League World Series-clinching contest Sunday thanks to a three-hit, six-strikeout effort for the Taney (Pa.) Dragons in an 8-0 victory over Newark (Del.)  At 70 mph, Davis’ pitching arm bested every boy and girl in the opposition. 

Source: Yahoo News

knock em dead girl!!!

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satans-salad:


Melodrama, Papis Loveday by Mohamed Gaff @ AMCK Models

!!!!

satans-salad:

Melodrama, Papis Loveday by Mohamed Gaff @ AMCK Models

!!!!

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I’d like to invite you to create an anxiety management plan.
I’ve compiled a list of things in each topic that I’ve found particularly helpful. If you have additions, feel free to contribute via reblog or reply.
Something to touch:
Fleece blanket
Keys 
Necklace chain
Something to See:
Picture books
Photo Album
Digital folder of calming/comforting pictures
Puzzles
Something to Hear:
Rainymood.com
Relax Melodies
Youtube Playlists
Instrumentals
Something to Smell (if applicable):
Scented candles
Lotions
Certain objects in room (i.e. pillow, blanket, etc)
Something to Taste:
Mints
Hard Candies
Oral sensory objects

Calming Techniques and Other Stuff
Rocking - allows brain to re-hydrate; so-called “Instinctual” soothing method
Feel-Your-Seat - Quite literally. What are you sitting on? What does it feel like? How is your body responding to you sitting?
Belly-Breathing - Place one hand on your chest and one hand on your belly. Take slow, deep breaths focusing on making sure your belly hand raises higher when you breathe in. Do this for seven counts.


Anyone have any more?

I’d like to invite you to create an anxiety management plan.

I’ve compiled a list of things in each topic that I’ve found particularly helpful. If you have additions, feel free to contribute via reblog or reply.

Something to touch:

  • Fleece blanket
  • Keys 
  • Necklace chain

Something to See:

  • Picture books
  • Photo Album
  • Digital folder of calming/comforting pictures
  • Puzzles

Something to Hear:

Something to Smell (if applicable):

  • Scented candles
  • Lotions
  • Certain objects in room (i.e. pillow, blanket, etc)

Something to Taste:

  • Mints
  • Hard Candies
  • Oral sensory objects

Calming Techniques and Other Stuff

  • Rocking - allows brain to re-hydrate; so-called “Instinctual” soothing method
  • Feel-Your-Seat - Quite literally. What are you sitting on? What does it feel like? How is your body responding to you sitting?
  • Belly-Breathing - Place one hand on your chest and one hand on your belly. Take slow, deep breaths focusing on making sure your belly hand raises higher when you breathe in. Do this for seven counts.

Anyone have any more?

watchingmedia:

Philadelphia Newspaper Calls Asians “Chinky Winky” and “Dinky Doo”

Publisher Jimmy Tayoun says it’s a “proofreading error.”

In the August 21st print edition of the Philadelphia Public Record, the free weekly tabloid published by former Philadelphia City Councilman turned federal inmate Jimmy Tayoun Sr., current Philadelphia City Councilman Mark Squilla is pictured at an event in Chinatown with, among others, “Chinky Winky,” “Me Too,” and “Dinky Doo.”

  • “It was a proofreading error,” Tayoun told Philadelphia magazine on Friday afternoon. According to Tayoun, the editor who used those names did so because he didn’t have the actual names. When we pointed out to Tayoun that there were actually more names than there were people, he reiterated, “It was a proofreading error.” And when we asked why the editor didn’t use a generic placeholder instead of an ethnic slur, he insisted that there’s no prejudice or bigotry involved here.

"That editor is a Britisher," Tayoun explained, puzzlingly. "He didn’t mean anything by it. The Public Record is the most inclusive publication in Philadelphia.”

via http://www.phillymag.com/news/2014/08/22/public-record-philadelphia-chinky-winky-dinky-doo/

[…]

"It was a proofreading error." Yes, you just keep repeating that. I guess he means it’s like a spelling or grammar error, but the editor forgot catch all the racist shit before it went to print. Don’t you hate it when that happens?

Feel free to contact Jimmy Tayoun, publisher of the Philadelphia Public Record, with your thoughts:

PHILADELPHIA PUBLIC RECORD
1323 S. BROAD ST.

PHILADELPHIA, PA 19147
Tel: 215-755-2000 Fax: 215-689-4099

Email: editor@phillyrecord.com
Personal: jimtayoun@gmail.com

read more: http://blog.angryasianman.com/2014/08/philadelphia-paper-prints-photo-caption.html

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thepoliticalfreakshow:

The True Trayvon Martin

  • He didn’t eat pork bc his father didn’t. Once his uncle fixed pork chops; they smelled so good,he called them “beef chops” & ate 1.
  • He was passionate about aviation.
  • When he volunteered at a soup kitchen for. The first time, he was astounded by the US hunger crisis.
  • He loved his little cousins birthday parties. Even as a teen, he wasn’t too cool for Chuck E. Cheese.
  • He was modest about saving his father from dying in a house fire. His father called him his best friend bc of it.
  • Hoodies made *him* feel safe. Like so many teens (and adults), he wore them as a protective shell, a security garment.
  • He called his dad, “My ol’ boy.” Lord, how he loved his dad.
  • When folks wanted to tease him, they said, “Boy, you too skinny to take a breath.” And he’d just smile.
  • If he wanted to hang out with his cousins and they had chores, he helped so they could finish faster.
  • His uncle said they never had to ask him to do something twice.
  • At 17, he was still into BMX bikes. He could cat-walk wheelie.
  • The tattoo on his wrist read, “Sybrina.”
  • The tattoo on his chest read, “Cora” — his grandmother’s name.
  • I’m going to stop here. But just claim one of these memories I tweeted. Carry part of this boy with you, write him on your heart.
  • Write the beautiful details of all the black children you meet on your heart. That’s where they’ll be safest.
  • I feel like this stuff is important.

All facts about Trayvon are from this Esquire article.

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thisiseverydayracism:

susiethemoderator:

joryuu:

thoughtsofablackgirl:

"Love In the Time of Tear Gas."  Picture from Ferguson

Why aren’t we seeing this everywhere? Soooo much more meaningful than this, which was everywhere:


Those were my EXACT thoughts.

We all know why.

:<

thisiseverydayracism:

susiethemoderator:

joryuu:

thoughtsofablackgirl:

"Love In the Time of Tear Gas."  Picture from Ferguson

Why aren’t we seeing this everywhere? Soooo much more meaningful than this, which was everywhere:

Those were my EXACT thoughts.

We all know why.

:<

Today, August 31st 2014, marks 13 years since our Babygirl was laid to rest. 

Fans lined the streets, wiping tears & cheering “We love you, Aaliyah.” as family & friends walked several blocks from a Manhattan Funeral Home to St. Ignatius Loyola Church on Park Avenue. 

Following the service that lasted more than an hour, 22 white doves were released from the steps of the Church into the sky, one for each year of Aaliyah’s life. 

(Source: aaliyahalways, via the-wistful-collectivist)

ctheguitarman:

transtonks:

nah man just imagine Tonks during her years at Hogwarts making herself look like Dumbledore for no real reason other than to confuse the hell out of other students by plopping down next to them and asking them weirdass questions like if they’ve ironed their socks in the last week and then walking away

Imagine Dumbledore realising she’s doing it and joining in so that sometimes there are two Dumbledores talking to one student.

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professorfangirl:

prokopetz:

This is the one time of year that I love wasps.
Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.
Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.
The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.
I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.
The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.
So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.
Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.
Fucking wasps.

I tried to reblog this with a witty tag, but Tumblr took it as serious advice:

professorfangirl:

prokopetz:

This is the one time of year that I love wasps.

Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.

Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.

The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.

I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.

The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.

So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.

Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.

Fucking wasps.

I tried to reblog this with a witty tag, but Tumblr took it as serious advice:

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booksoverbae:

georgiaokweeffe:

Be wary of those who apologize for how you feel instead of apologizing for what they did to you

T H I S !

iwriteaboutfeminism:

Saturday morning, over 1,000 people march for justice for Michael Brown. 

August 30th.

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"You MUST work on your footwork, Frederic, otherwise you will NEVER take Maria to the ball! Now after me. 1 and 2 and&#8230;"

"You MUST work on your footwork, Frederic, otherwise you will NEVER take Maria to the ball! Now after me. 1 and 2 and…"

(Source: darylfranz, via yanettkawsani)