Natasha and Clint
I love Phil Noto’s work, but especially his take on these two.
Natasha and Clint
I love Phil Noto’s work, but especially his take on these two.
PUNJAMMIES™ are made by women in India rescued from forced prostitution seeking to rebuild their lives. Proceeds from the sales of PUNJAMMIES™ provide fair-trade wages, savings accounts, and holistic recovery care.
THESE are gorgeous and I want some
jesus these look COMFORTABLE
Please help voting for this design! You have NO IDEA how much I need this.
"How the Media Failed Women in 2013," courtesy of Miss Representation. This is mind-boggling and you must watch it right now.
So, the festive season is – to the horror of most of us, who are still wondering where the hell the year went – almost upon us. It’s the season when TV ads are crafted to make us cry (damn you, John Lewis!), shops are crammed with all sorts of tat supposedly made palatable by the addition of glitter and/or pictures of reindeer and, yes, it’s the season when charities start to hope that Christmas spirit will lead to some purse-opening generosity to boost their coffers. And, annoyingly, I am about to join their ranks. But, wait, don’t go! Please read on…
So, last year, as part of my Dark Dates series, I wrote a little story about a killer preying on London’s homeless. It was in part an entirely selfish act – I wanted to publish a short story that I could include in a Christmas ‘free promotion’ on Amazon – but it was also inspired by a friend’s work with Crisis, the charity which provides food, shelter and other services to thousands of homeless people over the festive season. Like many people I’d noticed that, post-recession and in our new ‘austerity’ regime, homelessness in London seems to have got worse – take a walk down the Strand after dark, if you don’t believe me, and you’ll see that almost every shop doorway has been transformed into an impromptu resting place, a jumble of cardboard and sleeping bags. I hoped the story would, in my small and limited way, raise awareness of the charities working with the homeless (including those specialising in young, LGBT homelessness, still a depressingly common problem). I made a donation to a couple of charities, salved my conscience, and then – other than occasionally buying a copy of the Big Issue or chucking a quid into someone’s paper collecting cup – I didn’t really do anything else.
Because the truth is, I’m not cut out for charity fundraising. I’m too lazy/unfit to run a marathon, I’m too easily embarrassed to take part in any Children in Need type shenanigans, and I’m way too much of a lush to give up booze for a month, no matter how worthy the charity (it possibly says a lot about my friends that the brave soul who went sober for October was greeted with far more awe-struck comments than those who manage a marathon, but let’s move on). But, y’know, I can write, and it’s possibly taken me too long to realise that I can use that to make a contribution – even a really, really small one – to causes I care about.
And homelessness has preyed on my mind a lot this winter because, to all intents and purposes, I spent much of this year homeless. Not – mercifully – ‘sleeping on the streets with all my worldly belongings’ homeless, but without a place to call my own, pretty much living out of a suitcase. The only reason for this is luck. It was bad luck I had to leave my flat after 10 years, sure, and that my mum died unexpectedly just after I moved out, thus necessitating a long stay at the other end of the county, and wrecking any house hunting schedule, but I was also lucky that I’d worked in a job that allowed me to amass modest savings (though you quickly realise just how modest your savings are when landlords say that, because you’re self-employed, they want 6 months’ rent up front as a deposit) and I had strong network of generous friends who opened their homes to me, offering me their spare rooms, their sofas, and even the free run of their houses while they were on holiday. Trust me, you don’t know what real friendship is until someone gives you a set of their house keys and promises you they’ll never see you sleep on the streets or even reduced to spending your rental deposit on a hotel room because you’re desperate (I am, in fact, welling up just thinking about this, so touched was I by the boundless kindness I experienced). But even with how lucky I was, I can tell you this; it was exhausting, and stressful, and lonely, and not a little humiliating. When a big chunk of your energy is spent planning your schedule around where you will be able to sleep – and often not knowing more than a few days in advance where that will be – then the rest of your life pretty much goes to hell. And that’s me, with the lovely friends, the freelance job I can do from anywhere I can plug into wifi, the flexibility of having no ties and no responsibilities to anyone but myself. I simply can’t imagine what it must be like not to have that safety net, but I can imagine how quickly and easily someone can fall through the cracks and end up in a position it feels impossible to ever recover from.
While I’m really dreading this Christmas – I’ll be alone, it’s my first without my mum, I’ll miss seeing my best friend and her kids, who always added that much-needed touch of children’s wonder on Christmas morning when they came to visit – I also know how fortunate I am, sitting in my lovely new rented flat, the heating cranked up high, watching the Doctor Who special on my credit-card-bought widescreen TV. That’s obviously not going to heal the pain of losing two people I loved this year – grief isn’t made any easier by material things, though it probably, in honestly, is made harder if you’re already in tough circumstances – but I hope it gives me perspective. If I’ve come through this year changed at all, I hope that change has been to make me a kinder, less judgemental person. (Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m totally still working on the latter!)
So, since I can’t run a marathon, and frankly, have no intention of giving up booze, and really have absolutely no other discernible/marketable talents whatsoever, my contribution to this worthy cause will be by necessity small. And because I know many of you will be totally charitied out – especially so soon after Movember, and Children in Need, and probably having donated to those charities dealing with the devastating aftermath of Haiyan – I’m setting my targets pretty low.
Basically, I’ll be donating all royalties from the sale of my digital-only short story, A Vampire Christmas, between now and New Year’s Day, to the three charities below (about 35% of the sale price of the book, depending on which platform you buy from). I figure that even if I only sell a handful of copies, it’s better than nothing (I’ve already made a small donation to another homeless charity, Shelter, to get the ball rolling, which I won’t be taking out of the final total) but my aim is to sell a modest 150 copies. So hardly any! You can all totally help me reach that number, right? (I know, since the book came out last year, many of the Dark Dates fans reading this will have already bought it, if so you can help me spread the word – get a friend to buy it! That totally counts!). If you don’t have a Kindle or Kobo, you can download a free app for pretty much any phone, tablet or PC, so it’s pretty easy to do. And the book costs less than a quid! And has jokes about vampires and glitter! C’mon, there’s no reason to say no…
Amazon UK - http://amzn.to/1e9MjoB
Amazon US - http://amzn.to/1fJ2ucT
Kobo - http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/a-vampire-christmas
If, of course, you think this is ego stroking self-publicity by a vain writer, but still want to donate to a worthy cause, I won’t be offended, honest! You can donate at these links. St Mungo’s also ask that you tell them about rough sleepers who may be in danger in this cold weather so they can help (see link below).
http://community.crisis.org.uk/patrick - support the Crisis at Christmas fund
http://www.mungos.org/how_you_can_help/make_a_donation - help St Mungo’s homelessness charity
http://www.akt.org.uk/# - helping young homeless LGBT people, many of whom will have experienced bullying at home
I would pay good money to see this.
contractually obligated to reblog just in case somebody at Marvel is keeping count
‘The Profound Bond’ - A new romantic comedy starring Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins. When Federal Agent Dean Winchester gets paired with an angel as part of the Bureau’s new Human-Angel Cooperation Initiative, the partnership seems less than ideal. Castiel is arrogant, painfully inept in the ways of normal human interaction, and less than stellar at routine questioning. But as time passes, the human and angel begin to find themselves growing less at odds and more endeared to each other. Loosely inspired by aesc’s Below Skyscrapers.
I used to be a subtitler. This makes me happy.
YOU’RE MISSING MY FAVORITE ONE:
these are tears streaking down my face people
WHAT ABOUT THE HISSES AT LUCIFER ONE
YOU ARE MISSING THE BEST ONE
The Way Station, Brooklyn - the toilet is a TARDIS. I kid you not (I do have a pic to prove it, but it’s not v flattering so I’m avoiding putting it online!) Also excuse the slighly blurred, iPhone photos…!)