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jdk1805:

sixpenceee:

Italian special force soldier after 72 hour battle in Afghanistan

School for black civil rights activists. Young girl being trained to not react to smoke blown in her face, 1960

Disability activists abandon their wheelchairs and mobility devices and crawl up the 83 stone steps of the U.S. Capitol Building demanding the passage of the American with Disability Act, March 12, 1990.

A south Korean man cries as his brother is on a train back to North Korea. Separated by the war, they have not seen the other since 1950. They were allowed to see each other for three days, but one will go back spending life in luxury, and the other in hard labour

 The Mocambo night club in East Hollywood, a white’s only club, was the most popular dance spot around but would not book Ella because she was black. Marilyn, who adored Ella Fitzgerald and her music, called the manager and demanded that they book Ella immediately

Portrait of Istvan Reiner, taken shortly before he was killed in Auschwitz

Werfel, a 6 year old orphan from Austria has just been given his first pair of new shoes by the American Red Cross,1946.

The last Jew of Vinnitsa

Until the mid-60s, the Aboriginals came under the Flora And Fauna Act, which classified them as animals, not human beings. This also meant that killing an Aboriginal meant you weren’t killing a human being, but an animal.

Here’s a link to 75 iconic pictures of the 21st century
I hope you guys learned and teared up from this as much as I did. 

Wauw. It hurst to look at this.

jdk1805:

sixpenceee:

Italian special force soldier after 72 hour battle in Afghanistan

School for black civil rights activists. Young girl being trained to not react to smoke blown in her face, 1960

Disability activists abandon their wheelchairs and mobility devices and crawl up the 83 stone steps of the U.S. Capitol Building demanding the passage of the American with Disability Act, March 12, 1990.

A south Korean man cries as his brother is on a train back to North Korea. Separated by the war, they have not seen the other since 1950. They were allowed to see each other for three days, but one will go back spending life in luxury, and the other in hard labour

 The Mocambo night club in East Hollywood, a white’s only club, was the most popular dance spot around but would not book Ella because she was black. Marilyn, who adored Ella Fitzgerald and her music, called the manager and demanded that they book Ella immediately

Portrait of Istvan Reiner, taken shortly before he was killed in Auschwitz

Werfel, a 6 year old orphan from Austria has just been given his first pair of new shoes by the American Red Cross,1946.

The last Jew of Vinnitsa

Until the mid-60s, the Aboriginals came under the Flora And Fauna Act, which classified them as animals, not human beings. This also meant that killing an Aboriginal meant you weren’t killing a human being, but an animal.

Here’s a link to 75 iconic pictures of the 21st century

I hope you guys learned and teared up from this as much as I did. 

Wauw. It hurst to look at this.

(via sagrasa)

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Read to Us! We're All Ears!, a project from Mrs. P.

weightingtoteach:

If you can donate, please do.  This project needs $985.  If you can’t donate, please share.  If you donate and use the code INSPIRE at checkout, your gift will be doubled!  :)

Thanks!

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My Drug, My Cocaine: Msbeeinmybonnet's Metas

katiebakes641:

msbeeinmybonnet:

I keep having to trawl through my tags whenever I want to link to an old meta, so I thought I’d put up a master post here. It won’t be updated or anything, so it’s just a the road so far kind of list.

And then there are some Ask Replies in the tag.

Welp, I guess I’m part of the Captain America fandom now!

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fantasticallyficticious:livesandliesofwizards:


At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.
Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.
They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut.  Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.
“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.
“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside?  I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”
If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.
Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.
~
The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known.  Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.
This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.
Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own.  Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets. 
The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.
~
The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.
They were worried they would have to be kind.
They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.
Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom.  But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.
Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.
(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)

THIS WAS SO STINKIN CUTE EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS

fantasticallyficticious:livesandliesofwizards:

At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.

Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.

They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut.  Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.

“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.

“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside?  I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”

If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.

Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.

~

The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known.  Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.

This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.

Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own.  Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets. 

The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.

~

The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.

They were worried they would have to be kind.

They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.

Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom.  But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.

Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.

(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)

THIS WAS SO STINKIN CUTE EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS

(via rabbitinthewoods)

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darthstitch:

thecaptainandthesergeant:

Watch the video first. It’s worth pausing your music or finding your headphones for. Trust me.
Prompted by (x)

It is not Bucky’s first mission with the Avengers, but it is his first with just some of them. Thor is dealing with some kind of bildschnipe invasion in Asgard, Natasha is off guarding someone important, and Sam is at a family reunion. Which leaves Bucky with Clint, Tony, and Steve for their operation in the office building that they are pretty sure is a front for a remaining branch of Hydra. What Clint and Tony don’t know, but Bucky is all too aware of, is that Steve should never, ever be trusted with undercover work.

There is a safe that supposedly contains a flash drive with a list of all remaining Hydra facilities, and this is their target. Bucky is stationed in the building across the street, providing sniper cover of the room that houses the safe. Tony is in charge of getting to the security office and making sure that they don’t set off any alarms. Clint is tasked with exploring the building via the air ducts to see if there is any other valuable information to be found there.

Steve goes in dressed like a lazy office worker, and does his best to sneak into the building and up to the room without detection. Since Steve is about as good an actor as Arnold Schwarzenegger and twice as recognizable, this plan goes south fairly quickly. Steve makes it into the room fine, but before he even has a chance to open the safe, three armed Hydra agents storm into the room. Steve whirls around to face them while Bucky tenses, finger on the trigger of his sniper rifle.

Bucky mutters a curse. He could take one or two of the agents down, but he doesn’t have a clear shot of the middle one, and there’s no way he can get all of them before they get Steve.

“Wow, this got serious,” Steve remarks, hands in the air. He turns back to look through the window, and Bucky can see the calculating and mischievous look in his eye. Bucky learned to fear that look a long time ago.

“Steve, no.”

Steve completely ignores Bucky’s warning, and turns back to the Hydra agents. He shrugs his shoulders a little bit, getting into character.

“Steve, you promised me last time that you wouldn’t do it again. Don’t do it, Steve.”

Steve raises his arms, and his hands are shaped into finger guns.

“I’m warning you,” he says, his voice coming out deeper than usual.

“Goddammit, Steve.”

“I am a lethal killing machine,” Steve plows on. “It was a secret government experiment. They did weird stuff to me. Spooky stuff…anal stuff.”

Clint comes to a dead stop in the middle of his air duct.

“What the fuck is he doing?”

“Something amazing,” says Tony, who is watching the live security camera feed of the scene. “Something truly, truly amazing.”

“He’s doing something idiotic,” Bucky snaps. “Now shut up so I can focus.”

“Turned me into a dangerous telekinetic,” Steve continues. There is a clink of metal as Bucky does a facepalm. “As the ancient Tibetan philosophy states: don’t start none, don’t be none.”

“Who is he and what has he done with Steve Rogers?” Clint demands in a whisper.

“Barton, this is the Steve Rogers that I had to look after during the war,” Bucky hisses back. “It’s a miracle I never got an ulcer.”

“I think the Captain America chapter of my history book was missing a few pages,” drawls one of the Hydra agents.

“I can’t believe we were missing out on this for three years,” Tony says, watching gleefully as Steve just smirks at the agent, his finger-guns still locked and loaded. “JARVIS, I believe you know what to do.”

“Sir, are you sure that’s appropriate?”

“Oh yeah. Set it up.”

“Telekinetic your way out of this,” the Hydra agent says, stepping forward with a pair of the heavy-duty cuffs that they designed for Steve but tested on the Winter Soldier.

The sight of them makes Steve’s eyes go hard, but his grin stays firmly in place. He pulls his finger-trigger with a ‘PEW!’ noise that most people don’t make after they’ve graduated from the fifth grade, and the agent goes down in a spray of crimson as Bucky makes a perfect shot. The speaker system starts blaring Don’t Stop Believing, and a second agent goes down with a pop from Steve’s imaginary gun and a bullet from Bucky’s real one.

The third agent is still standing, looking equal parts incredulous and terrified. Steve turns both finger guns on him, and the agent just shakes his head, holding up his very real gun in surrender.

“Face down,” Steve orders in what he probably thinks is an intimidating voice. “Or I’ll make your heart stop beating with my mind.”

The guy hits the deck, and Tony loses it, doubling over and laughing so hard that he has to open the faceplate of his suit to get enough air.

“If I don’t get a video of this, Stark, I will unscrew every single bolt on all of your robots,” Clint warns.

“Please,” Tony scoffs. “What do you think everyone is getting for Christmas?”

“If you two don’t stop encouraging him, I will shoot you both,” Bucky growls.

“The music is a nice touch,” Clint adds, ignoring Bucky.

“Thank you.”

Steve turns to the window and gives Bucky a shit-eating grin and a thumbs-up. Bucky gives him a metal one-fingered salute.

SLAPS ONTO BLOG

GRAND HIGH TROLL STEVE IS LOVE.

(via rabbitinthewoods)