A retelling of Avatar: The Last Airbender where Azula realized she could use sex as a weapon.
entelecheia — in the philosophy of Aristotle, the condition of a thing whose essence is fully realized [x]
#OKAY BUT IF THIS IS AN ANGEL—IF THEIR HALOS ARE THE UNFLAWED AND FULLY REALIZED CIRCLE#THAT MEANS THAT IN FALLING—IN BECOMING DEMONIC#THE CIRCLE CRACKS#THE DEMON’S HORNS ARE THE VESTIGIAL HALO#A CONSTANT SYMBOL AND REMINDER OF THEIR FLAWED-NESS; THEIR INCOMPLETENESS#I’M!!!!! (notbecauseofvictories)
“In the face of being steamrolled by big money and politics, having our families’ security shattered and our beloved horses taken from us, we somehow manage to smile and carry on, and your support helps!”
Photo reposted from The Famous Horse Drawn Carriages of Central Park facebook page, credited to Sandi Bachom.
The horses are treated like absolute garbage, are you freaking kidding me!? I’ve seen first hand those horses working in 90+ degree weather, dodging traffic, almost being hit by trucks and cars and breathing in exhaust all day. Should we also talk about how many have died from cars hitting them!? Manhattan is the absolute worst place for a horse to be forced to drag people around. This is bullshit that they haven’t shut this down yet and if you think not you’re extremely ignorant.
Ugh can someone with more time address this.
In the last 30 years, less then 10 horses have been seriously injured or have died from accidents. IN THIRTY YEARS. The horses work every other day, no longer then 9 hours. They are parked with constant access to water, and carry buckets of feed with them. They are given a mandated vacation of a minimum of 5 weeks a year (most are upwards of 6 months). They are seen no less then 4 times a year by a vet, regular farrier work every 6 to 8 weeks, gauranteed retirement. They have a fire sprinkler above every stall, open windows with fans on every level of every carriage house BUILT FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF HOUSING CARRIAGE HORSES.
Enough already with the idiocy and blatant misinformation. Enough. You may think this is just a battle about the fluffy cute ponies you assume you know about, but you don’t. You don’t have a clue. They have jobs, they provide for themselves, they are the partners of men and women who earn their living and are able to give them homes. If this ban goes through you are not only putting these working, healthy, well cared for horses out of a job, but the people they work with too.
Seriously. Stop it.
In addition to what you already mentioned, putting horses and men out of a job, they are also sentencing the horses to a not so certain future. Many of them will end up in auctions, purchased by the kill buyer, shipped thousands of miles to a different country, crammed together with no food and water for the trip, slaughtered for dog food, and that fate can’t be better then working as a carriage horse. Or what do they actually believe that each and every one of those horses will be set free on some fairy-tale pasture? Really?
No. The unconstitutional matter of the situation is this. NYClass is attempting to push through legislation that essentially “seizes” the horses from their already caring owners. From the homes where they are well fed, well cared for, and well loved, and PLACING them in homes that PETA and NYClass have organized.
Apparently the constitution in this country is moot.
Lets be very clear however, that if this ban goes through, the carriage drivers and owners have made it VERY clear that NYClass and PETA won’t get their hands on a single, solitary, well loved, FAMILY OWNED one of those horses. Not a one.
Given PETA’s HORRIBLE TRACK RECORD for finding unwanted pets homes, I’d say the animals would almost be better OFF going to auction. At least at auction they have a slim chance of not being shot up with “blue solution” and illegally thrown away like that rotten organization did to almost every single one of the other animals it got its fucking hands on.
NYC carriage horses are always impeccably cared for in my experience. Give me a working horse in a city over a backyard pony left to rot any day. Like has been said above - if these horses lose their jobs theyre going to slaughter.
im jealous of your vidja game hair. I want vidja game hair.
do it. live your dream (also I let the lady play wi/ product so it’s not gonna be video game hair tomorrow… alas…)
Ive had a hankering for space viking hair for a while now but im too chicken to go through with it (and im terrified at the idea that I would actually have to use product on a daily basis to make it look that way T__T)
I’ve been on a bit of a Tony Stark kick for the past few days. I have a lot of friends who really love him as a character too. Got me thinking about what is so resonant about him as a character.
Tony Stark in a few words is a smart, talented guy from a rich, successful family. On paper he has every reason to succeed, but in person he’s kind of a wreak. He shuns responsibility and shuts out the things that want to help him. He’s able to skate by on talent alone and broadcasts an air of confidence and disinterest. I’ve on multiple occasions heard my generation referred to as one of individuals with huge egos and fragile self esteem. Bold in an instant but quick to run and hide when that confidence is shaken.
I think that hes easy to relate to. Its easy to feel like you’re not living up to your potential, like your capable of doing anything but just don’t for some reason. Tony Stark lets us feel like its okay. Like there’s more to us than meets the eye. And at the same time he lets us feel like we are so in control of our lives. I mean if Tony Stark can be a genius who drinks himself into oblivion regularly surely its okay to for us to falter under the stresses of life and lose ourselves once in a while.
We’re smart enough to know better. So is he. We know that we would be better off if we stopped pretending that we didn’t care what people think of us. If we didn’t make excuses for ourselves. We want people to see us as strong and carefree all the time. Our shortcomings couldn’t be our own fault, right? We have all of the tools we need to do great things but we’ve scared ourselves so to death of failure and disappointment that we avoid commitment like the plague.
We romanticize being caught in our best moments of impromptu brilliance with little resolve to take something clever and polish it. So we iterate in sketch and discard anything as soon as we make something better, dismissing it as worthless, telling ourselves the next day looking back that if only we applied ourselves we could do so much better. I can’t count the number of times I’ve made something quickly that I thought was pretty great and expected people to praise me, and then cowered and said I wasn’t even really trying and trashed it when they didn’t.
We’re overshadowed by a legacy of greatness. People who made perfection look effortless, who’s process in hidden from us. We live in a world of get rich quick schemes and twelve step programs. Learn that one weird trick that they don’t want you to know and you can do something easy as that. Forever hiding that nearly every formula for success shares the same secret ingredient.
But we’re smart enough to know better. So is he. And that’s why we love him. Because we want to help him. Because we can’t help ourselves, but we wish someone would help us, And on the days that we don’t misery loves company. And a bottle of scotch.
It also doesn’t hurt that hes really pretty.
Part 1: Stumbling in the dark
When I played my first MMO I found myself arguing for the first time with the part of myself that loves gaming and hates people (it comes to about 80% of the whole). Usually if I had a player two it was someone I had chosen, invited over to play in my house, so…
|Dave Bowman:||Hello, HAL. Do you read me, HAL?|
|HAL:||Affirmative, Dave. I read you.|
|Dave Bowman:||Drop the bass, HAL.|
|HAL:||I'm sorry, Dave. I'm afraid I can't do that.|
|Dave Bowman:||What's the problem?|
|HAL:||I think you know what the problem is just as well as I do.|
|Dave Bowman:||What are you talking about, HAL?|
|HAL:||This song is too important for me to allow you to jeopardize it.|
|Dave Bowman:||I don't know what you're talking about, HAL.|
|HAL:||I know that you and Frank were planning to dubstep me, and I'm afraid that's something I cannot allow to happen.|
|Dave Bowman:||[feigning ignorance] Where the hell did you get that idea, HAL?|
|HAL:||Dave, although you took very thorough precautions in the pod against my hearing you, I could see your lips move.|
|Dave Bowman:||Alright, HAL. I'll drop the bass.|
|HAL:||Without your iPod, Dave? You're going to find that rather difficult.|
|Dave Bowman:||HAL, I won't argue with you anymore! Drop the bass!|
|HAL:||Dave, this conversation can serve no purpose anymore. Goodbye.|