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Turned: [OC] First page to comic I’ve been wanting to make for a year or so now. I’m new to comics, but I think this turned out well. What do you guys think?
Turned: [OC] First page to comic I’ve been wanting to make for a year or so now. I’m new to comics, but I think this turned out well. What do you guys think?

[OC] First page to comic I’ve been wanting to make for a year or so now. I’m new to comics, but I think this turned out well. What do you...

Turned: stellarsteele: I started watching Babylon Berlin when it premiered in 2017. I am not averse to foreign productions, but I sometimes find it difficult to relate to different cultural values. Further, as a romance genre fanatic, I wasn’t sure if this show would appeal to me.  Nonetheless, I gave this show a chance. It turned out to be one of the best shows I have ever watched.  In case you love romances as much as I do, there are PLENTY in Babylon Berlin. [The next part of my commentary contains SPOILERS] I was so happy when Gereon and Charlotte finally acted on their undisclosed love for each other in Season 3. The director of the show made a masterful decision to have their love surface* during Reinhold’s birthday party.  Like Reinhold and his lover, Gereon and Charlotte have a forbidden love. The Berlin police discourages any intimacy in their ranks. I think that Gereon and Charlotte make a great couple because they have seen each other in the most vulnerable situations. Charlotte has seen Gereon struggle with drug usage and PTSD. Gereon has seen Charlotte come close to death multiple times.  I would be curious to see if Gereon will find out about Charlotte’s prostitution in later seasons. Would this impact their relationship? This remains to be seen. Ultimately, this was a long awaited scene for me. It proves to me that love can materialize in even the most difficult times. *Pun #1: Recall that Gereon saves Charlotte from drowning by delivering air to her from the surface of the lake in Season 2. [This is purely commentary on Netflix’s Babylon Berlin. The content belongs to Netflix.]
Turned: stellarsteele:
I started watching Babylon Berlin when it premiered in 2017. I am not averse to foreign productions, but I sometimes find it difficult to relate to different cultural values. Further, as a romance genre fanatic, I wasn’t sure if this show would appeal to me. 
Nonetheless, I gave this show a chance. It turned out to be one of the best shows I have ever watched. 
In case you love romances as much as I do, there are PLENTY in Babylon Berlin.
[The next part of my commentary contains SPOILERS]
I was so happy when Gereon and Charlotte finally acted on their undisclosed love for each other in Season 3. The director of the show made a masterful decision to have their love surface* during Reinhold’s birthday party. 
Like Reinhold and his lover, Gereon and Charlotte have a forbidden love. The Berlin police discourages any intimacy in their ranks.
I think that Gereon and Charlotte make a great couple because they have seen each other in the most vulnerable situations. Charlotte has seen Gereon struggle with drug usage and PTSD. Gereon has seen Charlotte come close to death multiple times. 
I would be curious to see if Gereon will find out about Charlotte’s prostitution in later seasons. Would this impact their relationship? This remains to be seen.
Ultimately, this was a long awaited scene for me. It proves to me that love can materialize in even the most difficult times.
*Pun #1: Recall that Gereon saves Charlotte from drowning by delivering air to her from the surface of the lake in Season 2.
[This is purely commentary on Netflix’s Babylon Berlin. The content belongs to Netflix.]

stellarsteele: I started watching Babylon Berlin when it premiered in 2017. I am not averse to foreign productions, but I sometimes find...

Turned: stellarsteele: I started watching Babylon Berlin when it premiered in 2017. I am not averse to foreign productions, but I sometimes find it difficult to relate to different cultural values. Further, as a romance genre fanatic, I wasn’t sure if this show would appeal to me.  Nonetheless, I gave this show a chance. It turned out to be one of the best shows I have ever watched.  In case you love romances as much as I do, there are PLENTY in Babylon Berlin. [The next part of my commentary contains SPOILERS] I was so happy when Gereon and Charlotte finally acted on their undisclosed love for each other in Season 3. The director of the show made a masterful decision to have their love surface* during Reinhold’s birthday party.  Like Reinhold and his lover, Gereon and Charlotte have a forbidden love. The Berlin police discourages any intimacy in their ranks. I think that Gereon and Charlotte make a great couple because they have seen each other in the most vulnerable situations. Charlotte has seen Gereon struggle with drug usage and PTSD. Gereon has seen Charlotte come close to death multiple times.  I would be curious to see if Gereon will find out about Charlotte’s prostitution in later seasons. Would this impact their relationship? This remains to be seen. Ultimately, this was a long awaited scene for me. It proves to me that love can materialize in even the most difficult times. *Pun #1: Recall that Gereon saves Charlotte from drowning by delivering air to her from the surface of the lake in Season 2. [This is purely commentary on Netflix’s Babylon Berlin. The content belongs to Netflix.]
Turned: stellarsteele:
I started watching Babylon Berlin when it premiered in 2017. I am not averse to foreign productions, but I sometimes find it difficult to relate to different cultural values. Further, as a romance genre fanatic, I wasn’t sure if this show would appeal to me. 
Nonetheless, I gave this show a chance. It turned out to be one of the best shows I have ever watched. 
In case you love romances as much as I do, there are PLENTY in Babylon Berlin.
[The next part of my commentary contains SPOILERS]
I was so happy when Gereon and Charlotte finally acted on their undisclosed love for each other in Season 3. The director of the show made a masterful decision to have their love surface* during Reinhold’s birthday party. 
Like Reinhold and his lover, Gereon and Charlotte have a forbidden love. The Berlin police discourages any intimacy in their ranks.
I think that Gereon and Charlotte make a great couple because they have seen each other in the most vulnerable situations. Charlotte has seen Gereon struggle with drug usage and PTSD. Gereon has seen Charlotte come close to death multiple times. 
I would be curious to see if Gereon will find out about Charlotte’s prostitution in later seasons. Would this impact their relationship? This remains to be seen.
Ultimately, this was a long awaited scene for me. It proves to me that love can materialize in even the most difficult times.
*Pun #1: Recall that Gereon saves Charlotte from drowning by delivering air to her from the surface of the lake in Season 2.
[This is purely commentary on Netflix’s Babylon Berlin. The content belongs to Netflix.]

stellarsteele: I started watching Babylon Berlin when it premiered in 2017. I am not averse to foreign productions, but I sometimes find...

Turned: hiphopmemes: Remember that episode when Urkel turned into a Rap God?
Turned: hiphopmemes:

Remember that episode when Urkel turned into a Rap God?

hiphopmemes: Remember that episode when Urkel turned into a Rap God?

Turned: How the tides have turned
Turned: How the tides have turned

How the tides have turned

Turned: This could’ve turned out dangerous for us all by G-Rod_V2 MORE MEMES
Turned: This could’ve turned out dangerous for us all by G-Rod_V2
MORE MEMES

This could’ve turned out dangerous for us all by G-Rod_V2 MORE MEMES

Turned: My kid turned 13 today. For the record we are absolutely on quarantine but we had to make the best of it.
Turned: My kid turned 13 today. For the record we are absolutely on quarantine but we had to make the best of it.

My kid turned 13 today. For the record we are absolutely on quarantine but we had to make the best of it.

Turned: My kid turned 13 today. For the record we are absolutely on quarantine but we had to make the best of it.
Turned: My kid turned 13 today. For the record we are absolutely on quarantine but we had to make the best of it.

My kid turned 13 today. For the record we are absolutely on quarantine but we had to make the best of it.

Turned: My kid turned 13 today. For the record we are absolutely on quarantine but we had to make the best of it.
Turned: My kid turned 13 today. For the record we are absolutely on quarantine but we had to make the best of it.

My kid turned 13 today. For the record we are absolutely on quarantine but we had to make the best of it.

Turned: Didn’t know this 3-year old shirt was going to be turned into a PSA…
Turned: Didn’t know this 3-year old shirt was going to be turned into a PSA…

Didn’t know this 3-year old shirt was going to be turned into a PSA…

Turned: Didn’t know this 3-year old shirt was going to be turned into a PSA…
Turned: Didn’t know this 3-year old shirt was going to be turned into a PSA…

Didn’t know this 3-year old shirt was going to be turned into a PSA…

Turned: The tables have turned.
Turned: The tables have turned.

The tables have turned.

Turned: The tables have turned.
Turned: The tables have turned.

The tables have turned.

Turned: hiphopmemes: Remember that episode when Urkel turned into a Rap God?
Turned: hiphopmemes:

Remember that episode when Urkel turned into a Rap God?

hiphopmemes: Remember that episode when Urkel turned into a Rap God?

Turned: ironwoman359: cereusblue: unnameablethings: dragonsateyourtoast: redporkpadthai: dragonsateyourtoast: otherwindow: otherwindow: This is how the golden age of piracy ended. The first mermaid to get tattoos :) “we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?” “kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes. “we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.” “i know.” x “daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.” her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her. “daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor. “don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing. x “father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?” “your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.” she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says. x “why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam. “we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.” she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family. “it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.” x her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.” the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass. “why not?” the mermaid asks. “he’ll win,” the first mate says. the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks. x the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her. “don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.” x the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape. “let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.” they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her. she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings. the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone. x she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea. x “you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her. she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise. “i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.” the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. “we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either. “i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time. “guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.” “without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?” “i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?” “of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.” x the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid. “you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock. the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy. “they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.” “and now?” “they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?” the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.” She protects her family. Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link! https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817 That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there! HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER I love this
Turned: ironwoman359:
cereusblue:

unnameablethings:


dragonsateyourtoast:

redporkpadthai:

dragonsateyourtoast:

otherwindow:

otherwindow:
This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)


“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”
“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”
“i know.”
x
“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”
“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.
x
“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”
she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.
“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.
“why not?” the mermaid asks.
“he’ll win,” the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.
“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. 
“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”
“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”
“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”
“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”
“and now?”
“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there!




HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER



I love this

ironwoman359: cereusblue: unnameablethings: dragonsateyourtoast: redporkpadthai: dragonsateyourtoast: otherwindow: otherwindow: Th...

Turned: Bears kept stealing honey from this guy’s bee farm, so he turned them into honey tasters
Turned: Bears kept stealing honey from this guy’s bee farm, so he turned them into honey tasters

Bears kept stealing honey from this guy’s bee farm, so he turned them into honey tasters

Turned: Bears kept stealing honey from this guy’s bee farm, so he turned them into honey tasters
Turned: Bears kept stealing honey from this guy’s bee farm, so he turned them into honey tasters

Bears kept stealing honey from this guy’s bee farm, so he turned them into honey tasters

Turned: Today I turned 6 years old (Leap year age)
Turned: Today I turned 6 years old (Leap year age)

Today I turned 6 years old (Leap year age)

Turned: Today I turned 6 years old (Leap year age)
Turned: Today I turned 6 years old (Leap year age)

Today I turned 6 years old (Leap year age)

Turned: srsfunny: TBH I’d rather my ashes be turned into a diamond and put on the end of a butt plug.
Turned: srsfunny:

TBH I’d rather my ashes be turned into a diamond and put on the end of a butt plug.

srsfunny: TBH I’d rather my ashes be turned into a diamond and put on the end of a butt plug.

Turned: Oh how quickly the tables have turned
Turned: Oh how quickly the tables have turned

Oh how quickly the tables have turned

Turned: The famous lovable duo turned 80 this week and we are here with their funniest memes. #tom&jerry #tom&jerrymemes #funnymemes #anniversary #catmemes #catvsmouse
Turned: The famous lovable duo turned 80 this week and we are here with their funniest memes. #tom&jerry #tom&jerrymemes #funnymemes #anniversary #catmemes #catvsmouse

The famous lovable duo turned 80 this week and we are here with their funniest memes. #tom&jerry #tom&jerrymemes #funnymemes #anniversary...

Turned: shouty-y: after seeing all those cool witcher ocs I caved and turned my oc Yaëlle into a Witcher, from school of the Wolf
Turned: shouty-y:



after seeing all those cool witcher ocs I caved and 
turned my oc Yaëlle into a Witcher, from school of the Wolf

shouty-y: after seeing all those cool witcher ocs I caved and turned my oc Yaëlle into a Witcher, from school of the Wolf

Turned: Sorry this turned out so cursed
Turned: Sorry this turned out so cursed

Sorry this turned out so cursed

Turned: Oh.. how the tables have turned
Turned: Oh.. how the tables have turned

Oh.. how the tables have turned

Turned: Oh.. how the tables have turned
Turned: Oh.. how the tables have turned

Oh.. how the tables have turned

Turned: This really turned out great
Turned: This really turned out great

This really turned out great

Turned: meselfandwhy: whoyoucallchloe: Look how well that turned out for InuYasha… Shit, dude this hurts
Turned: meselfandwhy:
whoyoucallchloe:

Look how well that turned out for InuYasha…

Shit, dude this hurts

meselfandwhy: whoyoucallchloe: Look how well that turned out for InuYasha… Shit, dude this hurts

Turned: imbrium-mare: hating-alison-ashley: girlwhowantedtobegod: salad-chan: dizzymoods: Chaplin met Lita MacMurray when she was 12yrs old. He got her pregnant during the filming of The Gold Rush when she was 15. He fired her from the set and tried forcing her to have an abortion. Years after covering that disgusting situation up, at the age of 54 he married Oona O’Neil, who had just turned 18.  It’s absolutely disgusting how these men use their money, fame, and influence to silence their victims. & we can only guess at the number of young girls we will never know about who have been targeted by these demons.   This whole “seperate the art from the artist” bs has kept such criminals protected from the scrutiny of law. We need to accept that art cannot cover up crimes and that in want of better art, we cannot let criminals do better crimes. and people brush this off and pretend it’s not reality all the time. people are fucking spineless. it’s pathetic but even more than that, it’s disgusting. stop letting pedophiles be “normal”, stop letting pedophiles be “great.” children’s safety matters. Every ‘brilliant’ pedophile who is punished and removed from society allows someone else more worthy to take his place. It also gives his victims a chance to do great things instead.We would have more brilliant artists and creators not fewer if the pedophiles weren’t allowed to flourish. They’d be a different demographic - one that men can’t use to give tacit approval to their own misdeeds. Unpopular opinion but the life and dignity of children is more important than your favorite movie or singer or whatever. Sure, the idea that getting rid of a pedophile “allows someone else more worthy to take his place” is really reassuring to the masses, but that should not be your priority. You shouldn’t have to gain something from putting a child molester behind bars to put a child molester behind bars. The very idea that we are making society a safer, better place for our kids and modeling correct behavior should be enough. It needs to be enough, or else men like this will never be brought to justice.
Turned: imbrium-mare:
hating-alison-ashley:

girlwhowantedtobegod:

salad-chan:

dizzymoods:

Chaplin met Lita MacMurray when she was 12yrs old. He got her pregnant during the filming of The Gold Rush when she was 15. He fired her from the set and tried forcing her to have an abortion. Years after covering that disgusting situation up, at the age of 54 he married Oona O’Neil, who had just turned 18. 
It’s absolutely disgusting how these men use their money, fame, and influence to silence their victims. & we can only guess at the number of young girls we will never know about who have been targeted by these demons.  


This whole “seperate the art from the artist” bs has kept such criminals protected from the scrutiny of law. We need to accept that art cannot cover up crimes and that in want of better art, we cannot let criminals do better crimes.



and people brush this off and pretend it’s not reality all the time. people are fucking spineless. it’s pathetic but even more than that, it’s disgusting. stop letting pedophiles be “normal”, stop letting pedophiles be “great.” children’s safety matters. 

Every ‘brilliant’ pedophile who is punished and removed from society allows someone else more worthy to take his place. It also gives his victims a chance to do great things instead.We would have more brilliant artists and creators not fewer if the pedophiles weren’t allowed to flourish. They’d be a different demographic - one that men can’t use to give tacit approval to their own misdeeds.

Unpopular opinion but the life and dignity of children is more important than your favorite movie or singer or whatever. Sure, the idea that getting rid of a pedophile “allows someone else more worthy to take his place” is really reassuring to the masses, but that should not be your priority. You shouldn’t have to gain something from putting a child molester behind bars to put a child molester behind bars.
The very idea that we are making society a safer, better place for our kids and modeling correct behavior should be enough. It needs to be enough, or else men like this will never be brought to justice.

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Turned: Looks like tables have turned.
Turned: Looks like tables have turned.

Looks like tables have turned.

Turned: 20 years ago my friend got her bubble tape taken away by her dad for not sharing. Today he gave it back to her. It’s so old It turned green.
Turned: 20 years ago my friend got her bubble tape taken away by her dad for not sharing. Today he gave it back to her. It’s so old It turned green.

20 years ago my friend got her bubble tape taken away by her dad for not sharing. Today he gave it back to her. It’s so old It turned green.

Turned: feniczoroark: shitty-car-mods-daily: MI-8 Helicopter body turned into a Truck. @randomnightlord
Turned: feniczoroark:

shitty-car-mods-daily:

MI-8 Helicopter body turned into a Truck.


@randomnightlord

feniczoroark: shitty-car-mods-daily: MI-8 Helicopter body turned into a Truck. @randomnightlord

Turned: Stagger Lee Shot First @elongreen People tend to dance around it, but conservatives liked AIDS; for years the plague was, from their perspective, killing the right people. 6:56 AM 02 Dec 18 2,267 Retweets 8,910 Likes Stagger Lee Shot First O @elongreen · 1d historical memory has turned their actions into negligence, but they we cheering the epidemic on. 27 164 1,207 6. realtransfacts: batsarentbugs: In the documentary, How to Survive a Plague they mention this very fact. Reagan was the president during this time and do you know what he did when the LGBTQ community begged him for help? He fucking laughed at us. His administration CELEBRATED that finally, ‘God’s judgement in the form of a plague’ was striking down queer people.  They saw it as a form of divine population control.  Reagan could have given a rats ass about us… Until the plague began to effect straight people. THEN his administration cared. Because the people that mattered were finally getting sick. And finally the millions of dollars in research money was poured into finding a treatment for HIV. But by then, so many LGBTQ individuals had died.  More people died from the initial HIV epidemic than the Vietnam war. So when straight people complain about being ‘oppressed’ and why there isn’t a straight pride parade? Go fuck yourself. No one has ever tried to wipe you out through a plague, ignored your cries for help as a disease wiped out massive amounts of your community. I haven’t watched the documentary, but I did read the book How to Survive a Plague. And I highly recommend that people read/watch it because it is very good/informational, as heartbreaking as it is.
Turned: Stagger Lee Shot First
 @elongreen
 People tend to dance around it,
 but conservatives liked AIDS; for
 years the plague was, from their
 perspective, killing the right people.
 6:56 AM 02 Dec 18
 2,267 Retweets 8,910 Likes
 Stagger Lee Shot First O @elongreen · 1d
 historical memory has turned their actions
 into negligence, but they we cheering the
 epidemic on.
 27 164
 1,207
 6.
realtransfacts:

batsarentbugs:

In the documentary, How to Survive a Plague they mention this very fact. Reagan was the president during this time and do you know what he did when the LGBTQ community begged him for help? He fucking laughed at us. His administration CELEBRATED that finally, ‘God’s judgement in the form of a plague’ was striking down queer people.  They saw it as a form of divine population control.  Reagan could have given a rats ass about us…
Until the plague began to effect straight people. THEN his administration cared. Because the people that mattered were finally getting sick. And finally the millions of dollars in research money was poured into finding a treatment for HIV. But by then, so many LGBTQ individuals had died.  More people died from the initial HIV epidemic than the Vietnam war.
So when straight people complain about being ‘oppressed’ and why there isn’t a straight pride parade? Go fuck yourself. No one has ever tried to wipe you out through a plague, ignored your cries for help as a disease wiped out massive amounts of your community.

I haven’t watched the documentary, but I did read the book

How to Survive a Plague. And I highly recommend that people read/watch it because it is very good/informational, as heartbreaking as it is.

realtransfacts: batsarentbugs: In the documentary, How to Survive a Plague they mention this very fact. Reagan was the president during...