HEY GUYS THIS IS IMPORTANT.
This is my school. This is what happened to my school last night. The Pratt Institute in Brooklyn, New York had a massive fire break out last night around 2:30 am in the senior painting studios. BFA painting students who were almost completed with their thesis presentations lost ALL of their work with only weeks until senior gallery shows were scheduled to start. No one was seriously injured, luckily, but this is a devastating loss for our school’s young professionals who are just about to embark on a career, now without the fruits of four years worth of intense labor and dedication.
Here’s the New York Times article on the fire: nyti.ms/YkDmj9
Right now, our students need all the support they can get. If you have any time, money, supplies, or resources that you can donate to aid our students or help in the rebuilding efforts please contact the active dean of the art and design department, Leighton Pierce, at lpierce@pratt.edu. There is no current phone number for anyone in the administrative department due relocations after the fire, but any further help can be directed to Pratt’s president, Thomas Schutte, at tschutte@pratt.edu.
Oh man…Signal boost… ;~;
Oh, that’s terrible! ;_;
I loved being at Pratt and so many students lost all their work. Please try and donate what you can.
holy shit, I’m a SCAD alum, and the thought of this happening to ANY art student is horrifying! Signal Boost to moon!
I suddenly really miss LJ and its friending memes and leaving long-winded comments and having several-day long conversations with people in the form of comments with fancy icons showcasing our love for each other and getting to know people and making friends in ways that no online social platform now can offer
and stuff
yeah
can we make that happen again
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This illustrates a scene of the Teen Wolf novel “On Fire”. The full excerpt of the scene can also be found here. I took some liberties on the dialog to fit the scenes.
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Let’s talk about this still from the movie trailer, okay?
We hear in the voice-over that Tony can’t sleep. He’s seen things. Everything’s changed since New York.
Look at the armor pieces strewn about. Constant tinkering.
More importantly look at the high-powered telescope pointed towards the stars.
Tony Stark saw things when he went into space: Wondrous things. Horrible things.
He became death in that moment too and delivered a nuclear warhead into what was essentially enemy space, something he never wanted to do, something his father did.
He’s looking. He’s watching. He’s waiting. He wants to learn and be prepared. It must be agonizing for a futurist.
Oh my god. Sometimes I write horrible things at 4AM. I’m so sorry.
Oh god, Mandy, why? Why would you point that out?
i miss teen wolf so much
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i want hot dogs
i do not have hot dogs
or money to buy hot dogs
#this is actually really extra horrible if Stiles does in fact have ADD #because we have proof in the show that despite that he does really well in school #and he must try so fucking hard to keep his grades up and despite that he probably never feels good enough #and here one of his teachers is calling him stupid #but of course he doesn’t say anything he just internalizes it #fucking Harris man #he better be monster chow at some point #Teen Wolf
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oh god, this scene was so hard for me to watch.
Because that’s the thing about abuse, especially when it doesn’t begin until later; you’re not programmed to think of your parents badly, not really. Not like that. There’s always a part of you that’s waiting for things to go back to normal, and that part can’t help but wonder what you’re doing wrong when they don’t. Sometimes—less and less, these days—things are just like they were before. Isaac’s dad jokes with him and helps him with his calc homework and maybe they do the dishes together. And the first time that happens Isaac lets his guard drop a little, lets himself go to sleep thinking that things are going to be all right. He wakes up in the middle of the night to his father’s voice, velvety-smooth with false concern, asking why Isaac couldn’t find the time in his busy schedule to—
to what? Isaac can’t remember anymore, because it’s always something, and there’s always a part of him that wants to believe that it’s his fault, that he could change any part of this. He thinks at first that there are rules, because that’s what you learn when you’re a kid. your parents know best, and they only want what’s good for you. And his father tells him that, his hands outstretched mockingly—‘look, son, you’re making me do this.’ Isaac believes him because it’s his father.And that’s the other thing about abuse; it makes you so fucking observant. Isaac learns to read people: he catalogs their expressions, their gestures, like it’s his job, because it is. What it comes down to is survival—if you can figure out what someone wants and give it to them, then they’ll usually go away.
(he only learns towards the end that it doesn’t work on his father, that nothing would work on his father. that there’s nothing Isaac could give him except his son and wife back, and even then it probably wouldn’t be enough)
And after all that, after all those years of Isaac never knowing just who he was going to wake up to, Derek Hale’s predictability comes as a relief. He wants a soldier, that’s all. Isaac can do that easily enough, and he likes the fear he can put on people’s faces now, at least at first. It’s not that Derek’s a bad guy, but he’s the same kind of broken that Isaac is—or just close enough—and he’s too busy with his own nightmares to notice Isaac’s drawn face, the shadows under his eyes.
That’s why Scott McCall comes as such a surprise: he notices. Scott isn’t dumb, not by a long shot, and maybe the look on Isaac’s face some days reminds Scott of his mother’s in the days just after the divorce. When there’s a weight like that on you, it takes you a long time to realize it’s lifted, and even then it’s strange; you get to like it, almost. To depend on it.
And then there’s one last thing about Scott: he doesn’t expect anything from Isaac, and he takes people at total face value (which is a mixed virtue, admittedly). Isaac has no idea what to do with that, no way to know who Scott wants him to be. It takes him a long time to figure out that Scott doesn’t want him to be anyone.
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I can’t get it out of my head that there must have been a moment, not too long after Stiles’s mother died, that he was over at the McCall’s house playing with Scott and maybe he came downstairs to ask Mrs. McCall where the construction paper was, or for a glass of juice or something, and after Melissa helped him with whatever he asked for, he says “thanks mom”
and he sort of stops, and his eyes get really big, and he stares off into space a bit and he doesn’t even notice the tears gathering in his eyes
and Melissa doesn’t know what to do, but she has this overwhelming urge to comfort, so she gathers him in her arms and just holds him until he’s past it
and they never really talk about it after
but Melissa won’t ever forget it
and neither will Stiles
I think about Melissa and Stiles a lot. They seem distant sometimes in their interactions, as if he’s always around but he’s more of a fixture to her than a person, and I think that must in a way be how both of them cope with how they were thrust into a mother/son relationship neither of them were ready for, or wanted. (Because Stiles latched onto Scott so hard after his mom died.) (It’s not that Melissa doesn’t like him or doesn’t want him around, but she is struggling too, just with Scott.)
You’d think they’d be ultra close but they never really appear to be, and I like that. It intrigues me. I’d read all the character studies about their relationship.
