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Growing up, my most fond memories was visiting abandoned places with my brother. To this day, if opportunity presents itself, I bring my camera and take a few pictures. These are not my work ofcourse, but I hope you enjoy the visual beauty and maybe it brings fond memories of your own adventures.
- Abandoned Construction of Nuclear Power Plant. Photo By brokenview
- Chatillon Car Graveyard in Belgium
- Jiancing Historic Trail in Taipingshan National Forest in Taiwan. Photo By T.-C
- Abandoned theme park in nara dreamland, japan. Photo by michaeljohngrist
- Clock tower
- Old shack in a snow field, Idaho. Photo By James Neeley
- Abandoned terminal at Nicosia Airport. Photo By eyesfutur
- Milan, New Orleans. Photo By JustUptown
- Abandoned church in autumn. Photo by *CainPascoe
- Abanonded steam engine in Uyuni train cemetery, Bolivia. Photo By jimmyharris
this makes me so happy
This is why I ADORE horror movies.
They must be so fun to work on <33333
Just watch it, dammit
This is absolutely worth 19 seconds of your life.
The Impermanence of Pleasure
my favourite thing I’ve seen in a while
Where is that city? I want to be there!
Ah abandon porn~
but the costuming is so historically inaccurate
The armour is from oddly mixed locations and periods..
Exactly what kind of Native American tribe is this suppose to be?
The subtitles on your foreign bad guys aren’t what they’re actually saying.
That ancient text very conveniently rhymes when you translate it into English.
This tank model wasn’t even out by this stage of the war! Please, do your research. Try Germany, 2 years later. The thingamajigs are so un-gadgety and clearly false.
How exactly can your robot move that fast and flexibly with that amount of armor?
Swords break when they clash, most fighting was done with shields
COMPUTERS DON’T WORK LIKE THATHow does shared consciousness via the bloodstream work and how does it cause the same effects including time dilationwhen used inside one of these shared-consciousness dreams??
clubs didn’t have giant LCD screens back then
But that was the Saturn Five test pattern, they should have known better…
…and it’s true too.
*Black guy and latino/white guy fight; black guys dies*
Media: “asdfghjkl fuel the racial tensions! Blacks against da whites!”
*Black guy selflessly acts to save white girl*
I just always reblog this story too. Because it’s awesome. And because obviously Boggs is the kind of person that should be well known, and become a role model. (And Chris Garcia, Boggs’s friend who rode as well!)
Also, I wanted to note that there’s a scholarship fund for the two boys set up. You can donate here!: http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/reward-the-heroes-scholarship-fund-temar-boggs-and-chris-garcia
Reblogging for scholarship information
You’ve probably never heard of Jackie Ormes and that’s a goddamn tragedy. But it’s not surprising—there is no “Jackie Ormes Omnibus” available on Amazon.com, no “Collected Patty-Jo ‘n’ Ginger,” no “Essential Torchy Brown.” She won no awards, can be found in no hall of fame, and is usually treated as “an interesting find” by comic historians. She’s become a curio, a funny little facet of history, undiscovered, even, by today’s wave of geek-oriented feminism.
Jackie Ormes was the first African-American woman cartoonist. Yeah. That’s who we’re ignoring. Her work for the Pittsburgh Courier and the Chicago Defender—both incredibly influential African-American newspapers—was utterly groundbreaking and remains unique, even in the context of modern comics. Her first work, Torchy Brown in Dixie to Harlem, featured the adventures of the titular Torchy, a stylish, intelligent young African-American woman who (feigning illiteracy) boards a whites-only train car to New York City and changes her life. Torchy’s story is a great, irreverent window into the migration of Southern-born African-Americans to the North, a movement that defined 20th-century America—but it is also the story of a girl on her own, living her own life and making her own choices. Torchy was an incredible aspirational figure, the likes of which barley exists in modern comics: an independent, optimistic, fashionable and adventurous black woman. Ormes would later revive Torchy’s story in Torchy in Heartbeats, a strip that introduced international adventure into the heroine’s life. In Heartbeats, Torchy traveled to South America, dated idealistic doctors, battled environmental exploitation and confronted racism at every turn. She was, frankly, awesome.
And then there was Patty-Jo ‘n’ Ginger, her most successful and longest-running work. Patty-Jo ‘n’ Ginger was a single panel gag strip, like Family Circus—an illustration with a caption beneath it. Ginger was a beautiful, stylish young woman always accompanied by her little sister Patty-Jo, a clear-eyed, sardonic kid who spent most strips calling out the bullshit they endured on a daily basis as black women. Ormes’ talents shine through especially well in these little stories: her canny wit, the absolutely gorgeous clothes she drew her women in (seen also in her Torchy Togs paper dolls) and her skillful, succinct way of imparting to the reader just how goddamn stupid our society can be about gender and race. Patty-Jo is never shamed or taken down a peg for being an intelligent, outspoken little girl—in fact, she was made into a highly popular doll that wasn’t an obnoxious Topsy-style stereotype. She preceded Daria, Emily the Strange, Lian Harper, all those wry little girls we celebrate today—and yet, I see her on no t-shirts, can find her in no libraries. Patty-Jo is celebrated only in doll-collecting circles at this point, as the cute little symbol of a bygone age.
At Jackie Ormes’ height as a cartoonist, her work reached one million people per week. In the 1940s and 1950s, she reached one million people per week. She didn’t just surpass barriers—she leapt merrily over them. She introduced the general populace to a voice that had always existed, but was seldom heard—a voice that is still smothered today. She created African-American women who unapologetically enjoyed glamour, who pioneered their own futures, who refused to keep silent about the walls they found themselves scraping against every day. I haven’t even covered the half of it: Ormes was also an avid doll collector, served on the founding board of directors of the DuSable Museum of African-American history, and was targeted by the McCarthy-led witchhunts of the 1950s. Remember Jackie Ormes. Celebrate Jackie Ormes. Visit The Ormes Society and support the essential work they do. Keep her memory alive so that we may enjoy a million more Torchys and Patty-Jos in our comics—instead of the paltry handful we are offered today.
(First in a series on women in the comics industry.)
Any soldier with a dog probably looks forward to his or her own reunion. Sadly, Brandon Harker came home from Afghanistan only to find that his dog, Oakley, who had been entrusted in the care of Harkers friend, had been given away while Harker was deployed.
Harker says when he returned earlier this month, his “friend” told him he’d gotten rid of Oakley, and doesn’t know who has the dog now. Oakley was either sold or given away in Lakewood, Wash, apparently during May, but it could have happened anytime from February till June, and
numerous people have contacted Harker saying they saw Oakley for sale on craiglist back in Feburary.
Oakley is a 2-year-old yellow Lab, with a distinct coat that features unusual spots. He is described as good with kids and other dogs. He has a unique coat, on his face he has spots of a darker yellow (champagne) he also has spots of the same color going down his sides and legs. He is micro-chipped and registered to Harker.
If anyone has any information on Oakley, contact Harker via his craigstlist ad, or reblog this post to help signal boost.
Signal boost to any of my fellow Washingtonians.