A small blue orb, about the size of your fist. When you toss it in the air and catch it, it turns red. When you toss it again, it turns back to blue. I have one. Deal with it
this will always be amazing.
richard waters is the man who saved the lady
he was just there taking photos when he saw her climb over the rail
“she did it so smoothly.. it was like she was going to her own club house.. like she was going to go sit on the ledge and eat lunch..
so i got a couple of pictures of her climbing over, and i started taking pictures of her standing on the ledge.. and then i realized that this girl was about to jump.
but because i was behind the camera, it was almost like it wasn’t real..
so i got up on the rail and i reached out and grabbed the back of her jacket, and once i grabbed it i just lifted her up and over the rail”
never not repost people
OH MY GOD i didnt know i could love drake bell this much
okay i just found this out a second ago but when you reblog this photoset then look at it on your blog it changes the picture to a very graphic death PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG IT
World’s Most Beautiful Abandoned Places
Italian product manager and web designer Francesco Mugnai recently added a collection of images to his blog touting some of the most beautiful images of abandoned spots and modern ruins that he’d ever seen. The images Mugnai has captured come from empty castles, shuttered power plants, and dilapidated churches around the world. From a sunken yacht in Antarctica to a forever-closed amusement park in Japan, these images all make up a sort of anti-phoenix; rather than rising as new from the ashes, these husks remain preserved in decomposition, forcing viewers to confront the strange beauty of ruination.
Nami smirked. “Hi, Chopper, are you here to give me my money?”
“Why? Do you have cotton candy? If thats the case then you can have all my money!!” Chopper laughs, already expecting cotton candy.
My grade 4 teacher took my desk away because I would draw on it. I was to sit on the floor for months as my punishment. (Deserved or not, to an 8 year old this was really embarrassing.)
My grade 7 teacher went into my desk to go through my folder of (admittedly angsty) art without my permission, then went to my mother. Because of her I was forced to see the school psychiatrist regularly.
My grade 8 teacher told me art could never be a career and that I would end up without any worth, working somewhere trashy for my whole life.
My grade 9 teacher ripped up my entire art folder because I was drawing in class, after bawling in front of everyone she then chased me into the washroom to lecture me while I hid to cry in a stall.
My grade 10 teacher didn’t believe I had painted something by myself, she told me it was plagiarism and gave me zero. When it was in fact 100% mine.
This is just few of many.
Thirteen years have passed and I am ashamed to admit that any of this still affects me. These instances for which I am sure are insignificant to any of you shook my confidence, sucked the passion out of my only escape, and made me feel as if my hobby was wrong, worthless, and should be hidden; and for that I will never forgive them.
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I was threatened by a teacher to have my drawings thrown out the window. My friend’s drawings were actually tossed into the hallway. We were both publicly humiliated in front of our classmates. I nearly cried and had to hold back my tears the entire class period. This happened with the same teacher. A teacher who at the beginning of the year told us it was okay to draw in his class. Apparently he suddenly changed his point of view. This happened last year and I still haven’t forgiven the teacher. Fuck teachers who try to shit on you just because you’re a doodler, or someone passionate about drawing. Just fuck them.
I’m not an artist, but when I was in middle school, I had written a story that took up about three notebooks. One of my teachers caught me while I was writing during class, ad yelled at me for it. She then went around to the rest of my teachers and told them that if I was seen with a red notebook, it was to be taken away from me. A few weeks later, I had a study period where the same teacher was watching us. Since it was a free period and I had no homework, I assumed it would be okay if I did some writing. So, out comes the little red notebook. A few minutes later, the teacher came storming up to my desk and began to yell at me again in front of the entire class. I was in sixth grade, and I was an introvert. This was terrifying to me. She then proceeded to take the notebook form me and tear it up. She said that if I can’t focus on what really matters, like school, then I shouldn’t be allowed to write “pointless scribbles” in my notebook. That one notebook was about a year’s worth of work, and I was very proud of it.
However, it is because of people like her that I want to become a teacher. I want to be able to inspire kids to do what they’re good at. And if that means that someone has to draw a picture during my English class, then so be it. Maybe English isn’t their thing. Maybe they could be really great at something else. I know there are standards that my classes have to meet, but that doesn’t mean that my subject is the only one that matters to these kids. I hate when teachers act like that.
Teachers are some of the biggest hypocrites i’ve ever seen. I love art and i love to draw, and although I do my best to avoid doodling in class and have never been in trouble for anything like that they still manage to criticise me. When I decided to continue with Art as a subject in school teachers from other departments would tell me it was a waste of time, that it was a easy subject and that I should do a real subject. I would love to have a career in animation and visual effects, a career that’s earnings can potentially exceed 6 figures; yet teachers sit there on their high horse and there looking utterly miserable and tell me that there’s no future in art. The worst point was when I took it as a subject even further again this year, and seeing as i was the only person in my class who took art, my Maths teacher thought it’d be hilarious to call me lazy and stupid in front of everyone, and that people only take art because they can’t get in to other subjects. I am not a stupid person. I have already proved myself as academic multiple times; I got straight As in 9 subjects last year, as opposed to the 8 the rest of the year did, with one of those As being Latin that I self taught in one year; I take art because I enjoy and no other reason. The funniest part of the whole situation though is that teachers who have called art a waste of space and an easy pass then go on and compliment my work, and one even asked to buy it. Teachers are supposed to educate children in different areas, however it’s also their job to encourage them to reach their full potential, and I can assure you that unless you measure quality of life purely on academics and money, then nobody will reach their full potential by giving up their passions to pursue something that isn’t such a “waste of time”.
In 4th grade when we learned to knit, my teacher yelled at me when I wanted to combine two colors instead of using just one. After I had tried to knitted one fish at school and one fish at home, the fish at school terrible the one home good. The teacher complained to me about all the faults of the fish at school. I showed her the fish I had made home, this one two colors she told me I hadn’t made it and that it was ugly anyway. I was forced to knit a new fish instead of getting to make a bunny like the rest of the class.
Same teacher yelled at me for not wanting to write the same stories that the others wrote but writing my own. Yelled at me for my handwriting to not be the same as anyone elses and forced me to write like them, causing my handwriting to be horrible which it still is. Yelled at me for not drawing England on the front of the english book but a war seen from Scotlands side against England. Yelled at me for using “wrong” colors when coloring flowers and even yelled at me for not enjoying the same books as the rest of the class.
Not as extreme as some of your stories, but back at my old school one of my teachers actually erased all my doodles on my work because it showed that i “wasnt paying attention” when in fact doodling actually helps me focus.
i was forbidden to draw on anything the rest of the school year :/
This is what pisses me off as a college student going into teaching. I’ve known having teachers who disagreed with drawing class or writing in class but never went such extremes as the cases above. But I know that doodling helped me concentrate, it helped me focus, and when I was ahead of the class while the teacher was explaining something, I drew shit on the margins to wait out the time patiently.
I want the kids I have to know that I would not only allow drawing, but encourage it. Showing me what’s going on in your brain, what’s interesting to you, how much do you like to draw in class, does it really help you focus, or if my lesson plans need better pacing so you won’t get too bored. Drawing and writing in class shows that you have your own individual passions outside the actual stupidly assigned curriculum. I want to say that having your own hobbies and passions in a million times more important that just the systemic education today.
It aggravates me so much that teachers would go so far as to attack students own way of thinking, own way of actions, to conform to a system that doesn’t really help them that much in the end.
I remember my teachers always telling me to put my art away and telling me to focus—calling me out in front of the class and all that. Luckily it never got too extreme (being called out and ridiculed was about as bad as it got, nothing ever got physical).
I was aware that other artists went through similar mistreatment as the above stories though, and I was always defensive when a teacher dared to comment on my art, positively or negatively. Then, I joined a JROTC class in high school and met the teacher (a colonel) who restored my faith in teachers when it came to art.
During a test review (which I didn’t need at the time because I had done it all beforehand) my squad leader came over to me and told me to put my art away. Colonel came over upon seeing me glare at my leader and then defended me. He told the entire class that drawing wasn’t a sign of not paying attention. In fact, it helps a lot of people focus better (later on I would discover my rifle coach is also one of these people). He then told me that, if any teacher ever accused me of not paying attention while I doodled, to come find him and he would go to that teacher and explain the psychology behind it for me.
I wish he could be there for everyone else who gets yelled at for doing what they love.
In spite of all the excitement I’m showing for being able to at least do a little of what I love for school, this has affected me. I’m in a course now where I’ve been able to incorporate my ideas and drawings into my work but I just… haven’t. It always felt ‘wrong’, and like I wasn’t doing the right thing. Despite being told countless times by my current teachers that I should incorporate what I love into my work, I’ve always been preemptive about it until recently (even now I believe that there’s some hidden catch or I’ve misunderstood something somehow).
I think it’s a bit extreme to pigeonhole teachers as a whole for this. While some people do doodle in class to concentrate, there are possibly just as many who doodle out of boredom and in refusal to pay attention. I’ve seen a lot of both kinds (fun fact: I was the latter half of the time). How is a teacher meant to know the difference between someone who doesn’t care about learning in class and someone who draws as an actual hobby? And even then, the fact that it helps some people concentrate is one of those things that I believe a lot of people wouldn’t know without having explained to them, and on the surface, to someone who hadn’t had said explanation drawing in class would just seem like a person isn’t listening.
In later years, I was one of the kids who got shit for drawing in class when I was using it as a concentration aid (but I was a sneaky bastard so it wasn’t that often that I got caught) and I sort of think that all of this is, to some extent, unfair and that we really shouldn’t be expecting teachers to know something that they would probably have had no reason (in their minds) to do research on.
I was lucky enough once to have a teacher who saw me drawing and let me continue till the end of class on a day we were taking notes. I was taking notes at the same time so he let me continue but he held me back afterwards and asked me about it. When I explained how drawing helped me focus while working (becuase i can obviously still hear whats going on, your ears don’t magically shut off while your hands are doing stuff.) and he actually let me keep doing it. I would even turn in stuff with doodles on them and sometimes he commented on them. He was an awsome teacher, and I even had more like that. But before him I had teachers taking my notebooks from me and refusing to give them back, even if I used them for other classes becuase “I need a seperate notebook for each class!”
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Ah… ummm…. Sorry?
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i can’t help but read this all in a southern accent
hell - hark
damn - dig
goddamn - digdag, daddang
what the Hell - harken square
bastard - fish crap
fucking - trucking
motherfucker - mother trucker
shit - shrapnel
son of a bitch - son of a biscuit, son of a bulldog, son of a biscuit-eating-bulldog))