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mandycreates: kethera: coconutcoconutcoconut: youneedmeoryourenothing: #actors who are actually their character the greatest casting ever. Even better when you think about how Dan got a place for himself in NY to continue his career, Emma went to a school in USA, and Rupert bought a fucking ice cream truck. Follow your dreams Rupert I didn’t know this. So I looked it up and - HE ACTUALLY DID. ‘I keep my van well stocked. It’s got a proper machine that dispenses Mr Whippy ice cream and I buy my lollies wholesale – 50 for a tenner – so I never run short. I’m not allowed to sell my merchandise. I’d need a licence for that. ‘I tend to avoid July and August, but the rest of the year I’ll drive around the local villages and if I see some kids looking like they’re in need of ice creams, I’ll pull over and dish them out for free. They’ll say, “Ain’t you Ron Weasley?” And I’ll say, “It’s strange, I get asked that a lot.” It makes it even better that he just GIVES the icecream away. [Source]
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mandycreates: kethera: coconutcoconutcoconut: youneedmeoryourenothing: #actors who are actually their character the greatest casting ever. Even better when you think about how Dan got a place for himself in NY to continue his career, Emma went to a school in USA, and Rupert bought a fucking ice cream truck. Follow your dreams Rupert I didn’t know this. So I looked it up and - HE ACTUALLY DID. ‘I keep my van well stocked. It’s got a proper machine that dispenses Mr Whippy ice cream and I buy my lollies wholesale – 50 for a tenner – so I never run short. I’m not allowed to sell my merchandise. I’d need a licence for that. ‘I tend to avoid July and August, but the rest of the year I’ll drive around the local villages and if I see some kids looking like they’re in need of ice creams, I’ll pull over and dish them out for free. They’ll say, “Ain’t you Ron Weasley?” And I’ll say, “It’s strange, I get asked that a lot.” It makes it even better that he just GIVES the icecream away. [Source]
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mandycreates: kethera: coconutcoconutcoconut: youneedmeoryourenothing: #actors who are actually their character the greatest casting ever. Even better when you think about how Dan got a place for himself in NY to continue his career, Emma went to a school in USA, and Rupert bought a fucking ice cream truck. Follow your dreams Rupert I didn’t know this. So I looked it up and - HE ACTUALLY DID. ‘I keep my van well stocked. It’s got a proper machine that dispenses Mr Whippy ice cream and I buy my lollies wholesale – 50 for a tenner – so I never run short. I’m not allowed to sell my merchandise. I’d need a licence for that. ‘I tend to avoid July and August, but the rest of the year I’ll drive around the local villages and if I see some kids looking like they’re in need of ice creams, I’ll pull over and dish them out for free. They’ll say, “Ain’t you Ron Weasley?” And I’ll say, “It’s strange, I get asked that a lot.” It makes it even better that he just GIVES the icecream away. [Source]
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mandycreates: kethera: coconutcoconutcoconut: youneedmeoryourenothing: #actors who are actually their character the greatest casting ever. Even better when you think about how Dan got a place for himself in NY to continue his career, Emma went to a school in USA, and Rupert bought a fucking ice cream truck. Follow your dreams Rupert I didn’t know this. So I looked it up and - HE ACTUALLY DID. ‘I keep my van well stocked. It’s got a proper machine that dispenses Mr Whippy ice cream and I buy my lollies wholesale – 50 for a tenner – so I never run short. I’m not allowed to sell my merchandise. I’d need a licence for that. ‘I tend to avoid July and August, but the rest of the year I’ll drive around the local villages and if I see some kids looking like they’re in need of ice creams, I’ll pull over and dish them out for free. They’ll say, “Ain’t you Ron Weasley?” And I’ll say, “It’s strange, I get asked that a lot.” It makes it even better that he just GIVES the icecream away. [Source]
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mandycreates:

kethera:

coconutcoconutcoconut:

youneedmeoryourenothing:

#actors who are actually their character

the greatest casting ever.

Even better when you think about how Dan got a place for himself in NY to continue his career, Emma went to a school in USA, and Rupert bought a fucking ice cream truck.

Follow your dreams Rupert

I didn’t know this. So I looked it up and - HE ACTUALLY DID.image

‘I keep my van well stocked. It’s got a proper machine that dispenses Mr Whippy ice cream and I buy my lollies wholesale – 50 for a tenner – so I never run short.

I’m not allowed to sell my merchandise. I’d need a licence for that. ‘I tend to avoid July and August, but the rest of the year I’ll drive around the local villages and if I see some kids looking like they’re in need of ice creams, I’ll pull over and dish them out for free. They’ll say, “Ain’t you Ron Weasley?” And I’ll say, “It’s strange, I get asked that a lot.”

It makes it even better that he just GIVES the icecream away. [Source]

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And then he was stumbling forward, falling more than running, really, closing his eyes and shoving the dagger blindly out before him with both hands. He heard a crack, like the sound ice makes when it breaks beneath a man’s foot, and then a screech so shrill and sharp that he went staggering backward with his hands over his muffled ears, and fell hard on his arse. When he opened his eyes the Other’s armor was running down its legs in rivulets as pale blue blood hissed and steamed around the black dragonglass dagger in its throat. It reached down with two bone-white hands to pull out the knife, but where its fingers touched the obsidian they smoked. Sam rolled onto his side, eyes wide as the Other shrank and puddled, dissolving away. In twenty heartbeats its flesh was gone, swirling away in a fine white mist. Beneath were bones like milkglass, pale and shiny, and they were melting too.Finally only the dragonglass dagger remained, wreathed in steam as if it were alive and sweating. Samwell Talley everybody…secret badass of the Night’s Watch.
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And then he was stumbling forward, falling more than running, really, closing his eyes and shoving the dagger blindly out before him with both hands. He heard a crack, like the sound ice makes when it breaks beneath a man’s foot, and then a screech so shrill and sharp that he went staggering backward with his hands over his muffled ears, and fell hard on his arse. When he opened his eyes the Other’s armor was running down its legs in rivulets as pale blue blood hissed and steamed around the black dragonglass dagger in its throat. It reached down with two bone-white hands to pull out the knife, but where its fingers touched the obsidian they smoked. Sam rolled onto his side, eyes wide as the Other shrank and puddled, dissolving away. In twenty heartbeats its flesh was gone, swirling away in a fine white mist. Beneath were bones like milkglass, pale and shiny, and they were melting too.Finally only the dragonglass dagger remained, wreathed in steam as if it were alive and sweating. Samwell Talley everybody…secret badass of the Night’s Watch.
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And then he was stumbling forward, falling more than running, really, closing his eyes and shoving the dagger blindly out before him with both hands. He heard a crack, like the sound ice makes when it breaks beneath a man’s foot, and then a screech so shrill and sharp that he went staggering backward with his hands over his muffled ears, and fell hard on his arse. When he opened his eyes the Other’s armor was running down its legs in rivulets as pale blue blood hissed and steamed around the black dragonglass dagger in its throat. It reached down with two bone-white hands to pull out the knife, but where its fingers touched the obsidian they smoked. Sam rolled onto his side, eyes wide as the Other shrank and puddled, dissolving away. In twenty heartbeats its flesh was gone, swirling away in a fine white mist. Beneath were bones like milkglass, pale and shiny, and they were melting too.Finally only the dragonglass dagger remained, wreathed in steam as if it were alive and sweating. Samwell Talley everybody…secret badass of the Night’s Watch.
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And then he was stumbling forward, falling more than running, really, closing his eyes and shoving the dagger blindly out before him with both hands. He heard a crack, like the sound ice makes when it breaks beneath a man’s foot, and then a screech so shrill and sharp that he went staggering backward with his hands over his muffled ears, and fell hard on his arse. When he opened his eyes the Other’s armor was running down its legs in rivulets as pale blue blood hissed and steamed around the black dragonglass dagger in its throat. It reached down with two bone-white hands to pull out the knife, but where its fingers touched the obsidian they smoked. Sam rolled onto his side, eyes wide as the Other shrank and puddled, dissolving away. In twenty heartbeats its flesh was gone, swirling away in a fine white mist. Beneath were bones like milkglass, pale and shiny, and they were melting too.Finally only the dragonglass dagger remained, wreathed in steam as if it were alive and sweating. Samwell Talley everybody…secret badass of the Night’s Watch.
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And then he was stumbling forward, falling more than running, really, closing his eyes and shoving the dagger blindly out before him with both hands. He heard a crack, like the sound ice makes when it breaks beneath a man’s foot, and then a screech so shrill and sharp that he went staggering backward with his hands over his muffled ears, and fell hard on his arse. When he opened his eyes the Other’s armor was running down its legs in rivulets as pale blue blood hissed and steamed around the black dragonglass dagger in its throat. It reached down with two bone-white hands to pull out the knife, but where its fingers touched the obsidian they smoked. Sam rolled onto his side, eyes wide as the Other shrank and puddled, dissolving away. In twenty heartbeats its flesh was gone, swirling away in a fine white mist. Beneath were bones like milkglass, pale and shiny, and they were melting too.Finally only the dragonglass dagger remained, wreathed in steam as if it were alive and sweating. Samwell Talley everybody…secret badass of the Night’s Watch.
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And then he was stumbling forward, falling more than running, really, closing his eyes and shoving the dagger blindly out before him with both hands. He heard a crack, like the sound ice makes when it breaks beneath a man’s foot, and then a screech so shrill and sharp that he went staggering backward with his hands over his muffled ears, and fell hard on his arse. When he opened his eyes the Other’s armor was running down its legs in rivulets as pale blue blood hissed and steamed around the black dragonglass dagger in its throat. It reached down with two bone-white hands to pull out the knife, but where its fingers touched the obsidian they smoked. Sam rolled onto his side, eyes wide as the Other shrank and puddled, dissolving away. In twenty heartbeats its flesh was gone, swirling away in a fine white mist. Beneath were bones like milkglass, pale and shiny, and they were melting too.Finally only the dragonglass dagger remained, wreathed in steam as if it were alive and sweating. Samwell Talley everybody…secret badass of the Night’s Watch.
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And then he was stumbling forward, falling more than running, really, closing his eyes and shoving the dagger blindly out before him with both hands. He heard a crack, like the sound ice makes when it breaks beneath a man’s foot, and then a screech so shrill and sharp that he went staggering backward with his hands over his muffled ears, and fell hard on his arse. When he opened his eyes the Other’s armor was running down its legs in rivulets as pale blue blood hissed and steamed around the black dragonglass dagger in its throat. It reached down with two bone-white hands to pull out the knife, but where its fingers touched the obsidian they smoked. Sam rolled onto his side, eyes wide as the Other shrank and puddled, dissolving away. In twenty heartbeats its flesh was gone, swirling away in a fine white mist. Beneath were bones like milkglass, pale and shiny, and they were melting too.Finally only the dragonglass dagger remained, wreathed in steam as if it were alive and sweating. Samwell Talley everybody…secret badass of the Night’s Watch.
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And then he was stumbling forward, falling more than running, really, closing his eyes and shoving the dagger blindly out before him with both hands. He heard a crack, like the sound ice makes when it breaks beneath a man’s foot, and then a screech so shrill and sharp that he went staggering backward with his hands over his muffled ears, and fell hard on his arse. When he opened his eyes the Other’s armor was running down its legs in rivulets as pale blue blood hissed and steamed around the black dragonglass dagger in its throat. It reached down with two bone-white hands to pull out the knife, but where its fingers touched the obsidian they smoked. Sam rolled onto his side, eyes wide as the Other shrank and puddled, dissolving away. In twenty heartbeats its flesh was gone, swirling away in a fine white mist. Beneath were bones like milkglass, pale and shiny, and they were melting too.Finally only the dragonglass dagger remained, wreathed in steam as if it were alive and sweating. Samwell Talley everybody…secret badass of the Night’s Watch.
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And then he was stumbling forward, falling more than running, really, closing his eyes and shoving the dagger blindly out before him with both hands. He heard a crack, like the sound ice makes when it breaks beneath a man’s foot, and then a screech so shrill and sharp that he went staggering backward with his hands over his muffled ears, and fell hard on his arse.

When he opened his eyes the Other’s armor was running down its legs in rivulets as pale blue blood hissed and steamed around the black dragonglass dagger in its throat. It reached down with two bone-white hands to pull out the knife, but where its fingers touched the obsidian they smoked.

Sam rolled onto his side, eyes wide as the Other shrank and puddled, dissolving away. In twenty heartbeats its flesh was gone, swirling away in a fine white mist. Beneath were bones like milkglass, pale and shiny, and they were melting too.Finally only the dragonglass dagger remained, wreathed in steam as if it were alive and sweating.

Samwell Talley everybody…secret badass of the Night’s Watch.

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superhighschoolleveluguu: snug-ler: D̜̪͎̏ͭ́͜Ĭ̴͍̅͝D̴̬̯̎ͪ̿ͧ͋ͩ ̵̡̫̭͇̼͈̰̊ͧ̏ͬ̊̆̔ͅY̨̪̻̫̣̒̓͟O̗̞͚͕̞͋̈̏ͫ̒ͫ͠͞U̢̫̲͈̫̙̣̺ͣͨ̋̓̔́͞ ̭͖͚̗̎̉̿̀̚͡Ç̱͖̃̎ͣ̉̓U̸̢̦͎͎̝ͩ̑̆͌ͮͫ͛͗T̺̬̹͇̳̔ͮ̄̓ͭͧ͋ͯ̀ ̷̢̛̻͈̬̲̦̀̔̅ͣͥ̌̀Dͦͬ͏̨̖̩O͕͎̝̣̰̟ͥ͋ͩ͌ͣ̕͟W̭̳̦͓͓͇̝ͯͬ̌͢Ņ͖͕͕͎͖̠̗̃̒̂̔́ ̸̲̫̘̫̜̣͎̈ͣͧ̎̒ͭͣ͟Ţ̦̝͖̪͎̘͔͑̑̈͒̀ͫH̡͙̖͍͛̎̎̓ͧͩ̔Iͯ̌͂̾͌͂͏̷̜̬͎͕Ş̧̘͈̻̃ͭͫ͘ ̺̘̝̩̩ͯ́ͅT͙̱͓̖̪ͮͯͭ̔͑̚͜ͅR̦̬͍̫̬̺̜̖̳͗̈́ͮ͢͡Ĕ҉̤̟̞̱̠̜̭̯͘Ȅ̴̖̺̼͇̞͙̗̗ͩͨͩ̓̋̎?̵̜̫̜͇̩̪͓̙͎ͧͨ̈́̓͋ fUCKING HELL For all those interested in sleeping tonight…well..better luck next time.
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superhighschoolleveluguu:

snug-ler:

D̜̪͎̏ͭ́͜Ĭ̴͍̅͝D̴̬̯̎ͪ̿ͧ͋ͩ ̵̡̫̭͇̼͈̰̊ͧ̏ͬ̊̆̔ͅY̨̪̻̫̣̒̓͟O̗̞͚͕̞͋̈̏ͫ̒ͫ͠͞U̢̫̲͈̫̙̣̺ͣͨ̋̓̔́͞ ̭͖͚̗̎̉̿̀̚͡Ç̱͖̃̎ͣ̉̓U̸̢̦͎͎̝ͩ̑̆͌ͮͫ͛͗T̺̬̹͇̳̔ͮ̄̓ͭͧ͋ͯ̀ ̷̢̛̻͈̬̲̦̀̔̅ͣͥ̌̀Dͦͬ͏̨̖̩O͕͎̝̣̰̟ͥ͋ͩ͌ͣ̕͟W̭̳̦͓͓͇̝ͯͬ̌͢Ņ͖͕͕͎͖̠̗̃̒̂̔́ ̸̲̫̘̫̜̣͎̈ͣͧ̎̒ͭͣ͟Ţ̦̝͖̪͎̘͔͑̑̈͒̀ͫH̡͙̖͍͛̎̎̓ͧͩ̔Iͯ̌͂̾͌͂͏̷̜̬͎͕Ş̧̘͈̻̃ͭͫ͘ ̺̘̝̩̩ͯ́ͅT͙̱͓̖̪ͮͯͭ̔͑̚͜ͅR̦̬͍̫̬̺̜̖̳͗̈́ͮ͢͡Ĕ҉̤̟̞̱̠̜̭̯͘Ȅ̴̖̺̼͇̞͙̗̗ͩͨͩ̓̋̎?̵̜̫̜͇̩̪͓̙͎ͧͨ̈́̓͋

fUCKING HELL

For all those interested in sleeping tonight…well..better luck next time.

(Source: shwlg)

thepoliticalfreakshow: The Murder of Mark Carson: A Hate Crime Where It Wasn’t Expected Today the area around Christopher Street is lined with gay bars and million-dollar apartments. It’s quite ordinary to see gay men holding hands in the streets of the neighborhood, which makes the murder of 32-year-old Mark Carson, walking with a friend just after midnight on Sunday, that much more horrifying: the killing was both targeted and random. Any gay man in New York could have been Carson.  “On Monday there will be a anti-hate crime rally at the LGBT Community Center (208 W 13th St) at 5:30 p.m. ,” writes the team at Out Impact who are organizing a march to Manhattan’s West 8th Street and 6th Avenue—the spot where Mark Carson was murdered. The march comes as police have released details that Elliot Morales, 33, the man charged with the second degree murder-hate crime of Carson, actually bragged to police that he gunned Carson down. The New York Daily News reported, “As he was being restrained on a sidewalk, he laughed and boasted: ‘I shot him in the face.’” To fully understand the shock and brutality of the Carson’s murder, you have to understand what the West Village means to the LGBT community. Carson, who police say was followed by Morales and two of his friends, was allegedly gunned a short walk away from the Stonewall Inn—the site of the historic Stonewall Riots, the birthplace of the gay rights movement. If there is any place in New York City where gay men feel safest, it’s in the pocket of Manhattan that Carson was in.  Tonight’s march to where Carson was called a faggot and then shot in the face is the community’s first step in healing. Before running into Carson, Morales had threatened a bartender at the upscale, lesbian-owned restaurant Anissa, according to The Wall Street Journal’s review of court records. “You look like gay wrestlers,” is how Morales greeted Carson and his friend when they passed each other on Sixth Avenue. Pervaiz Shallwani writes about what happened next: The friend told police that Mr. Morales asked the two, ‘You all want problems?’ and then followed them to Eighth Street, where he confronted them again, asking, “Do you want to die right now?” the official said. Mr. Morales allegedly then asked, “Are you with him?” court records said. Mr. Carson replied, “Yes,” at which point he was shot in the head with a silver pistol that was allegedly fired by Mr. Morales, the court records said. Morales, according to court records, dropped his .38-caliber revolver which had three rounds remaning in it, and was later restrained just a few blocks down. The Journal adds that the bartender at Anissa and Carson’s friend both identified Morales as the shooter. Morales “refused to identify himself or be fingerprinted, and was found in possession of a fake ID card,” NBC New York reported. Part of tonight’s march will be, no doubt remembering Carson—a yogurt shop employee who had  recently saved enough money to move from Harlem to Brooklyn. But it will also serve as a reminder that crimes against gay people in New York City. “There have been about 22 anti-gay incidents this year, cops said, compared to 13 for the same period last year,” reported the Daily News on the increase in violence. Carson’s comes on the heels of an attack outside Madison Square Garden, where two gay men were attacked by eight New York Knicks fans earlier this month, after the men were spotted holding hands. These attacks, of course, come against the backdrop of poll, after poll showing that more and more people support gay rights.  “It’s clear that the victim here was killed only because and just because he was thought to be gay,” NYPD Commissioner Raymond Kelly said, and Speaker Christine Quinn said that there was a time in the city where that type of violence was a reality. But going back to that reality is not an option.  ”We refuse to go back to that time … This kind of shocking and senseless violence, so deeply rooted in hate, has no place in a city whose greatest strength will always be its diversity,” Quinn said. A gunman who police say used homophobic slurs before firing a fatal shot point-blank into a man’s face on a crowded Manhattan street appeared in court on Sunday to face a charge of murder as a hate crime. “It was a quickie. He shot him and he went straight to the ground,” a bouncer at a nearby club told the New York Post. “Half his body was lying on the sidewalk and half was on the street.” Elliot Morales, who appeared in Manhattan Criminal Court, was charged with murder and weapons charges, The Wall Street Journal reported. Morales was ordered held without bail pending another court appearance on Thursday. His attorney, Reginald Sharpe, could not be reached for comment. Authorities said Morales used a silver revolver to kill 32-year-old Mark Carson as he walked with a companion in in lower Manhattan early Saturday morning. Morales, 33, trailed and taunted the men, yelling antigay slurs and asking one of them, “You want to die tonight?,” according to the New York Times. Police found Carson fatally wounded on the pavement. He was pronounced dead on arrival at Beth Israel Hospital. Morales, who was arrested in 1998 for attempted murder, was caught a few streets down by an officer who heard a description on his radio and spotted him, New York Police Commissioner Raymond Kelly said. In Greenwich Village, a neighborhood long known as a bedrock of the gay rights movement, Kelly called the killing a hate crime. “There were no words that would aggravate the situation, and the victim did not know the perpetrator,” he said. About 15 minutes before the bloodshed, Kelly said the gunman was seen urinating outside an upscale restaurant a few blocks from the Stonewall Inn, the site of 1969 riots that helped give rise to the modern gay-rights movement when patrons at a gay bar reacted to police harassment. Saturday’s shooting is at least the fourth violent attack in two weeks believed to be motivated by anti-gay bias, police told CNN. According to Kelly, there have been 22 bias-motivated events this year, up “significantly” from 13 this time last year, he added. The shooting stunned a city where, in many neighborhoods, same-sex couples walk freely holding hands. Photo by: Facebook/Twitter user Victoria Tucci [The Atlantic Wire / USA Today]
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thepoliticalfreakshow:

The Murder of Mark Carson: A Hate Crime Where It Wasn’t Expected

Today the area around Christopher Street is lined with gay bars and million-dollar apartments. It’s quite ordinary to see gay men holding hands in the streets of the neighborhood, which makes the murder of 32-year-old Mark Carson, walking with a friend just after midnight on Sunday, that much more horrifying: the killing was both targeted and random. Any gay man in New York could have been Carson. 

“On Monday there will be a anti-hate crime rally at the LGBT Community Center (208 W 13th St) at 5:30 p.m. ,” writes the team at Out Impact who are organizing a march to Manhattan’s West 8th Street and 6th Avenue—the spot where Mark Carson was murdered. The march comes as police have released details that Elliot Morales, 33, the man charged with the second degree murder-hate crime of Carson, actually bragged to police that he gunned Carson down. The New York Daily News reported, “As he was being restrained on a sidewalk, he laughed and boasted: ‘I shot him in the face.’”

To fully understand the shock and brutality of the Carson’s murder, you have to understand what the West Village means to the LGBT community. Carson, who police say was followed by Morales and two of his friends, was allegedly gunned a short walk away from the Stonewall Inn—the site of the historic Stonewall Riots, the birthplace of the gay rights movement. If there is any place in New York City where gay men feel safest, it’s in the pocket of Manhattan that Carson was in. 

Tonight’s march to where Carson was called a faggot and then shot in the face is the community’s first step in healing. Before running into Carson, Morales had threatened a bartender at the upscale, lesbian-owned restaurant Anissa, according to The Wall Street Journal’s review of court records. “You look like gay wrestlers,” is how Morales greeted Carson and his friend when they passed each other on Sixth Avenue. Pervaiz Shallwani writes about what happened next:

The friend told police that Mr. Morales asked the two, ‘You all want problems?’ and then followed them to Eighth Street, where he confronted them again, asking, “Do you want to die right now?” the official said.

Mr. Morales allegedly then asked, “Are you with him?” court records said.

Mr. Carson replied, “Yes,” at which point he was shot in the head with a silver pistol that was allegedly fired by Mr. Morales, the court records said.

Morales, according to court records, dropped his .38-caliber revolver which had three rounds remaning in it, and was later restrained just a few blocks down. The Journal adds that the bartender at Anissa and Carson’s friend both identified Morales as the shooter. Morales “refused to identify himself or be fingerprinted, and was found in possession of a fake ID card,” NBC New York reported.

Part of tonight’s march will be, no doubt remembering Carson—a yogurt shop employee who had  recently saved enough money to move from Harlem to Brooklyn. But it will also serve as a reminder that crimes against gay people in New York City. “There have been about 22 anti-gay incidents this year, cops said, compared to 13 for the same period last year,” reported the Daily News on the increase in violence. Carson’s comes on the heels of an attack outside Madison Square Garden, where two gay men were attacked by eight New York Knicks fans earlier this month, after the men were spotted holding hands. These attacks, of course, come against the backdrop of poll, after poll showing that more and more people support gay rights. 

“It’s clear that the victim here was killed only because and just because he was thought to be gay,” NYPD Commissioner Raymond Kelly said, and Speaker Christine Quinn said that there was a time in the city where that type of violence was a reality. But going back to that reality is not an option.  ”We refuse to go back to that time … This kind of shocking and senseless violence, so deeply rooted in hate, has no place in a city whose greatest strength will always be its diversity,” Quinn said.

A gunman who police say used homophobic slurs before firing a fatal shot point-blank into a man’s face on a crowded Manhattan street appeared in court on Sunday to face a charge of murder as a hate crime.

“It was a quickie. He shot him and he went straight to the ground,” a bouncer at a nearby club told the New York Post. “Half his body was lying on the sidewalk and half was on the street.”

Elliot Morales, who appeared in Manhattan Criminal Court, was charged with murder and weapons charges, The Wall Street Journal reported. Morales was ordered held without bail pending another court appearance on Thursday. His attorney, Reginald Sharpe, could not be reached for comment.

Authorities said Morales used a silver revolver to kill 32-year-old Mark Carson as he walked with a companion in in lower Manhattan early Saturday morning. Morales, 33, trailed and taunted the men, yelling antigay slurs and asking one of them, “You want to die tonight?,” according to the New York Times.

Police found Carson fatally wounded on the pavement. He was pronounced dead on arrival at Beth Israel Hospital. Morales, who was arrested in 1998 for attempted murder, was caught a few streets down by an officer who heard a description on his radio and spotted him, New York Police Commissioner Raymond Kelly said.

In Greenwich Village, a neighborhood long known as a bedrock of the gay rights movement, Kelly called the killing a hate crime. “There were no words that would aggravate the situation, and the victim did not know the perpetrator,” he said.

About 15 minutes before the bloodshed, Kelly said the gunman was seen urinating outside an upscale restaurant a few blocks from the Stonewall Inn, the site of 1969 riots that helped give rise to the modern gay-rights movement when patrons at a gay bar reacted to police harassment.

Saturday’s shooting is at least the fourth violent attack in two weeks believed to be motivated by anti-gay bias, police told CNN.

According to Kelly, there have been 22 bias-motivated events this year, up “significantly” from 13 this time last year, he added.

The shooting stunned a city where, in many neighborhoods, same-sex couples walk freely holding hands.

Photo by: Facebook/Twitter user Victoria Tucci

[The Atlantic Wire / USA Today]

mr-derp-herpin: blua: What the city is missing: Thierry Cohen photographs cityscapes and then photographs deserts at night, combing the two to show us what our cities would look like with the lights off. The stars are not enhanced, they are actual photos from relative latitudes that would expose the same starry sky view if it weren’t for light pollution. Click on each photo to see which city it is. Light pollution and pollution in general
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mr-derp-herpin: blua: What the city is missing: Thierry Cohen photographs cityscapes and then photographs deserts at night, combing the two to show us what our cities would look like with the lights off. The stars are not enhanced, they are actual photos from relative latitudes that would expose the same starry sky view if it weren’t for light pollution. Click on each photo to see which city it is. Light pollution and pollution in general
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mr-derp-herpin: blua: What the city is missing: Thierry Cohen photographs cityscapes and then photographs deserts at night, combing the two to show us what our cities would look like with the lights off. The stars are not enhanced, they are actual photos from relative latitudes that would expose the same starry sky view if it weren’t for light pollution. Click on each photo to see which city it is. Light pollution and pollution in general
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mr-derp-herpin: blua: What the city is missing: Thierry Cohen photographs cityscapes and then photographs deserts at night, combing the two to show us what our cities would look like with the lights off. The stars are not enhanced, they are actual photos from relative latitudes that would expose the same starry sky view if it weren’t for light pollution. Click on each photo to see which city it is. Light pollution and pollution in general
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mr-derp-herpin: blua: What the city is missing: Thierry Cohen photographs cityscapes and then photographs deserts at night, combing the two to show us what our cities would look like with the lights off. The stars are not enhanced, they are actual photos from relative latitudes that would expose the same starry sky view if it weren’t for light pollution. Click on each photo to see which city it is. Light pollution and pollution in general
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mr-derp-herpin: blua: What the city is missing: Thierry Cohen photographs cityscapes and then photographs deserts at night, combing the two to show us what our cities would look like with the lights off. The stars are not enhanced, they are actual photos from relative latitudes that would expose the same starry sky view if it weren’t for light pollution. Click on each photo to see which city it is. Light pollution and pollution in general
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mr-derp-herpin: blua: What the city is missing: Thierry Cohen photographs cityscapes and then photographs deserts at night, combing the two to show us what our cities would look like with the lights off. The stars are not enhanced, they are actual photos from relative latitudes that would expose the same starry sky view if it weren’t for light pollution. Click on each photo to see which city it is. Light pollution and pollution in general
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mr-derp-herpin:

blua:

What the city is missing: Thierry Cohen photographs cityscapes and then photographs deserts at night, combing the two to show us what our cities would look like with the lights off. The stars are not enhanced, they are actual photos from relative latitudes that would expose the same starry sky view if it weren’t for light pollution. Click on each photo to see which city it is.

Light pollution and pollution in general

Discovery, Animal Planet, and History Channel exposed for killing animals for profit

ikenbot:

jtotheizzoe:

climateadaptation:

These channels are failing the spirit of conservationism and education. They are failing inspiring awe in young people. Failing much needed inspiration in a very confused and conflicted world.

These shows are failing their core values, their main purpose, which is leadership in environmentalism and cultural education. Far worse, they are failing millions of young people - millions - who look up to them.

Please join me in asking Discovery, Animal Planet, and the History Channels to stop, apologize, and correct.

That’s an important read up there, folks. These “reality” shows are feeding an outdated and unscientific view of predator species. These are channels founded on principles of education and conservation (TLC, of course, left the building years ago). Are they willing to sacrifice that for what appears to be gratuitous bloodsport?

Like any media, you can vote with your eyeballs. And if you support any kind of rights for wild animals and natural spaces, you can not support these programs. If the account above is true, shame on these networks.

It speaks to part of a larger issue with nature films. The amazing footage we see in shows like Africa, Planet Earth, and Frozen Planet is rarely the result of serendipity. It involves years of careful research and preparation to maximize the chances of capturing nature’s majesty on camera, and what is captured is highly edited to create story, drama and emotion. These are uniquely human interests, and nature doesn’t include them in her original script.

That’s not to say we are being fleeced all the time. People like Sir David Attenborough take these concerns very seriously, and constantly strive to find the balance between entertainment and true nature in every varying instance. What we watch is real. But is it REAL?

I wonder how many people realize that, for instance, the famous polar bear birth scene from Frozen Planet was filmed in a zoo? Disney’s adorable Chimpanzee movie was not a documentary, but rather spliced together to create an emotional tale of adoption. Jason Goldman put together a great collection of opinions on the matter.

How far can we take allowances to deliver good edutainment before we are delivering bad science? The “reality” shows surely fail the test. But the others? What do you think?

Damn, I mean considering these are the same dudes putting out irrelevant series after another it feels like their purpose is to flood the brains of anyone watching with mindless, pointless bullshit.. this comes to no surprise. Still pretty damn fucked up though.

kisskicker: Prince Gumball’s path to the throne was brutal. Fionna wasn’t around during the Sugar Wars; Gumball distracts her by acting super bland and wearing disco pants. Marshall Lee knows the truth, but as Chaotic Neutral, he just can’t bring himself to give a shit. ETA: Nhyworks just gave me the amazing pun ‘Game of Scones.’ Brb dying ok.
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kisskicker:

Prince Gumball’s path to the throne was brutal. Fionna wasn’t around during the Sugar Wars; Gumball distracts her by acting super bland and wearing disco pants.

Marshall Lee knows the truth, but as Chaotic Neutral, he just can’t bring himself to give a shit.

ETA: Nhyworks just gave me the amazing pun ‘Game of Scones.’ Brb dying ok.

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