“We’re all mad here.”
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2021-01-26 04:21:45

    These dudes are fucking legit.  They don’t just show up one day in court, either, they actually make friends with the kids and let them know they have a support system and that there are people in the world who care about them and will always have their back.  And less important, but also cool, is that the few times a couple of them have come into my cafe, they’ve been super friendly and polite and when I told one of the guys that I noticed his Bikers Against Child Abuse patch and wanted him to know how awesome I thought he was because of it, he got kind of shy and blushed and said, “The kids are the awesome ones, we just let them know they’re allowed to be brave.”


    The source is long, but so, so good. These men and women are available in 36 states, 24 hours a day to stand guard at home, in court, at school, even if the child has a nightmare. Many of them are survivors of childhood abuse as well, and know what it’s like to feel scared and alone.

    In court that day, the judge asked the boy, “Are you afraid?” No, the boy said.

    Pipes says the judge seemed surprised, and asked, “Why not?”

    The boy glanced at Pipes and the other bikers sitting in the front row, two more standing on each side of the courtroom door, and told the judge, “Because my friends are scarier than he is.”


    Actual tears.. hnngh


    Show me more of people like this, world. I give up on humans too easily.


    where do i sign up for this,i want to be in this gang


    This is fucking amazing. It may be out of character for me to say this but rock on


    Bikers Against Child Abuse was founded in 1995 by a Native American child psychologist whose ride name is Chief, when he came across a young boy who had been subjected to extreme abuse and was too afraid to leave his house. He called the boy to reach out to him, but the only thing that seemed to interest the child was Chief’s bike. Soon, some 20 bikers went to the boy’s neighborhood and were able to draw him out of his house for the first time in weeks.

    Chief’s thesis was that a child who has been abused by an adult can benefit psychologically from the presence of even more intimidating adults that they know are on their side. “When we tell a child they don’t have to be afraid, they believe us,” Arizona biker Pipes told azcentral.com. “When we tell them we will be there for them, they believe us.
    ( Article)

    More about BACA, from their site


    My parents are a part of this organization and they are metal af

    They go on runs to protect the child if they feel even the slightest threatened no matter where. If the child needs them to go on vacation with them, they do. Bikers come from across the nation to watch over and take shifts for these kids. And the best part is once you’re adopted into this family as a BACA kid, you’re always one. Even when you’re 40 and the perp gets released from jail, they’ll come meet with you and find your best options for avoiding the person and maintaining the life you’ve built for yourself. Once a BACA child, always a BACA child. In Florida, there’s 100% rate for identifying the perp based on the child’s testimony. Why? Because BACA stands with the child and supports the child so they feel comfortable enough to point out their attacker.

    What’s better than a badass biker gang being on your side???




    it’s back! I will always reblog BACA


    Damn good people.


    I know they wouldn’t consider themselves such, but these people are freaking heroes and the world is a better place because of them. 


    Hey folks, it talks about this in the article but its not mentioned in this post, BACA is a 501 © (3) charity that depends in part on donations to help pay for stuff like gas for their bikes. If you want to help, consider donating


    @copperbadge You like posting about heroes, Sam. Seems like this would be up your alley.


    I love these folks! I’ve reblogged them before but it’s wonderful to see the donation information has been added. 


    Always reblog. Keep doing what you’re doing y'all.


    Guys? This post changed my life. I saw this post. Forever ago. And thought it was only in america… and wished desperately that they could help me. But then I saw it again, during a bad episode, and checked their site. They aren’t just in the USA

    They’re in Canada as well and probably other countries. I met and talked with a native guy who runs the place near me. His name is Shaman. I got in, and I’m considered a BACA child now. Despite being 17, turning 18 when I talked to them. They spent time with me when my abuser was over, they gave me therapy resources. They give you something called a ‘level 1′ where they go to your house with as many bikers as they can, i shit you not a solid 20-40 bikers came from even out of province, and met me. I got to choose my biker name and I got a vest with patches on it and my name on it. They all hugged a Teddybear before giving it to me, and told me if I ever felt the BACA bear was running out of love, to give them a call and they’d refill it for me, and then I got a ride on one of their bikes. Just a day or so ago I went to an annual party with them and they we ate food one of them cooked and had a lot of laughs. 

    I’ve never felt as loved as I did being a part of the BACA family. They also gave me dog tags with the names, and phone numbers of my 2 workers.  So I can call them whenever I feel scared. 

    BACA is an absolutely wonderful group that will do everything in it’s power to help any child whos been abused. 

    And it doesn’t end when you’re 18 either. As long as you get in contact/get your level 1 before you’re 18? you’re ALWAYS a BACA kid. I’m 18 now and they still invite me to parties, ask me if I’m okay, and are there for me. They’re still trying to find me resources for therapy. 

    BACA has changed my fucking life. 

    I hope you all can read this, and reblog it knowing from someone who fucking been with them, that they are absolutely amazing. 


    If I ever don’t reblog this, it’s because I am physically being restrained against my will.


    I know this is going to make me sound pretensions but I have to get it off my chest. I feel an unimaginable rage when someone posts a photo and is like "this picture looks like a renaissance painting lol" when the photo clearly has the lighting, colors and composition of a baroque or romantic painting. There are differences in these styles and those differences are important and labeling every "classical" looking painting as renaissance is annoying and upsetting to me. And anytime I come across one of those posts I have to put down my phone and go take a walk because they make me so mad


    In case you're curious here's what I mean.

    Renaissance(distinct lines, stability and the individual man):

    Baroque (bold, chaotic, dramatic):

    Romantic(romanticize the simple hard working life):

    Do you see the difference?


    On one hand i wanna say "it's a meme bro" but on the other hand i also appreciate the pedantry and the effort to educate us, the uncultured masses

    These rules were originally tweeted by Emma Coats, Pixar’s Story Artist

    • You admire a character for trying more than for their successes.
    • You gotta keep in mind what’s interesting to you as an audience, not what’s fun to do as a writer. They can be very different.
    • Trying for theme is important, but you won’t see what the story is actually about til you’re at the end of it. Now rewrite.
    • Once upon a time there was ___. Every day, ___. One day ___. Because of that, ___. Because of that, ___. Until finally ___.
    • Simplify. Focus. Combine characters. Hop over detours. You’ll feel like you’re losing valuable stuff but it sets you free.
    • What is your character good at, comfortable with? Throw the polar opposite at them. Challenge them. How do they deal?
    • Come up with your ending before you figure out your middle. Seriously. Endings are hard, get yours working up front.
    • Finish your story, let go even if it’s not perfect. In an ideal world you have both, but move on. Do better next time.
    • When you’re stuck, make a list of what WOULDN’T happen next. Lots of times the material to get you unstuck will show up.
    • Pull apart the stories you like. What you like in them is a part of you; you’ve got to recognize it before you can use it.
    • Putting it on paper lets you start fixing it. If it stays in your head, a perfect idea, you’ll never share it with anyone.
    • Discount the 1st thing that comes to mind. And the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th – get the obvious out of the way. Surprise yourself.
    • Give your characters opinions. Passive/malleable might seem likable to you as you write, but it’s poison to the audience.
    • Why must you tell THIS story? What’s the belief burning within you that your story feeds off of? That’s the heart of it.
    • If you were your character, in this situation, how would you feel? Honesty lends credibility to unbelievable situations.
    • What are the stakes? Give us reason to root for the character. What happens if they don’t succeed? Stack the odds against.
    • No work is ever wasted. If it’s not working, let go and move on – it’ll come back around to be useful later.
    • You have to know yourself: the difference between doing your best & fussing. Story is testing, not refining.
    • Coincidences to get characters into trouble are great; coincidences to get them out of it are cheating.
    • Exercise: take the building blocks of a movie you dislike. How d’you rearrange them into what you DO like?
    • You gotta identify with your situation/characters, can’t just write ‘cool’. What would make YOU act that way?
    • What’s the essence of your story? Most economical telling of it? If you know that, you can build out from there.

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    [(soft) yandere ike x reader]

    [notes: birthday gift for my!! hm non blood big sibling!! @transike <33!!!!! man i really really struggled to write this since i have horrible writers block atm but i really hope you like it regardless, i did my very best!! happy birthday and thank u for being in my life i can never tell you enough how much i appreciate you!! oh also this is named after a loona song since u like them!! ive never listened to any kpop before but i really wanted to name this after a song by them so i went thru their discography n stuff trying to find a title/+song that would fit!! hopefully the one i chose is a song you like as well!! <33]

    Your body feels impossibly heavy as you force your feet to carry you through the corridors, step by dragging step.

    If you think about it, you can't remember the last time you got any proper sleep at all, and certainly not a full night's rest.

    At the moment, you just have no space for luxuries like devoting any time at all to yourself, and your busy schedule doesn't give you any proper free time either.

    Now, you're heading to your quarters - not to rest like you wish to, only to finish more work. The thought only makes your legs grow even heavier. You feel a sigh escape your lips, a clear betrayal of your current mental state.

    Just as you're about to turn the final corner before reaching the door to your room, you feel a heavy hand placed on your shoulder.

    When you turn around and look up, you're met with Ike's concerned face.

    Have his eyes always been this dark?

    His hand on your shoulder feels nearly immovable.

    You give him a tired smile.

    "Can I help you with something?"

    You hadn't realized how dry your mouth was until you actually started speaking.

    "...Do you have time right now?"

    Well... technically, you don't have any time at all. But you're exhausted, and maybe, if you don't think about it too much, you can just pass off spending time with him as another one of your duties...

    No. You have to get your work for today done, no matter how exhausted you are.

    You sigh again. "I really wish I had some time to spare right now, but as things are, I think you'll have to wait until i'm done with my work for today. I'm sorry, but I..."

    "Are you sure?"

    Something about his voice sounds weird. Strangely low, for such a casual conversation. You shake the thought off and give yourself a moment to think.

    You've been working for more than a day straight now. Surely it would be okay to take some time off, right?

    "I..." You have to sigh yet again. "I guess I can give you a few minutes. What did you need me for, anyways?" At the prospect of finally getting some time off work, you immediately feel your mood lighten, even if you can't shake the guilt in the back of your mind either.

    "I'll let you know later. Can you follow me? I'll lead the way."

    "Oh..." You stare at him blankly for a moment.

    "Of course." You move to stand next to him, hoping to just keep pace with him as you normally would, but before you can even think to take a step back, Ike's hand has already grabbed yours.

    His hand is remarkably warm, and his grip is tight.

    With you closely following behind Ike, the two of you quickly go back the way you originally came from. Your little walk is spent in comfortable silence, which you appreciate.

    Once you reach the gardens, Ike's stride becomes more straightforward, and you quickly realize he's taking you to an old oak tree farther in the back - it's not necessarily hidden, but it's not visible unless you walk deeper into the garden and from it's position in the back it has a good overview of the entire place.

    When the two of you reach the tree, Ike reluctantly let's go of your hand. Without really noticing, you wrap your other hand around your wrist and stretch out for fingers, sore from being trapped in Ike's grip.

    Now that you're standing right underneath it, for the first time you realize just how big the tree is. It must have been standing here for thousands of years. The thought excites you - to think that any living thing would be able to persist against any outside forces for such a long time...

    You pull yourself out of your musings and turn to look up at Ike. He's towering over you, you realize, and the sun illuminating his form from behind makes his appearance walk the thin, thin line between threatening and ethereal.

    You tear your eyes off him again, nervous it might seem like you were staring

    "So, what can I help you with?"

    "Yes, about that. I was hoping I might get you to just take some time for yourself again."

    A nervous laugh escapes you.

    "What do you mean by that? I'm doing just fine! Please don't trouble yourself with worries about me."

    Ike stares down at you. You know he doesn't entirely believe you. You don't even believe yourself, really.

    "I know you haven't been sleeping."

    His voice is surprisingly soft, and it catches you off guard. It sounds like an... accusation, though you know it's not that at all.

    "Oh, I... I've just had a lot to do lately. It's really not a big deal- I feel better knowing all my duties are attended to than I feel getting a good night's rest."

    Ike stares at you in silence for another moment, then he sinks down to his knees and sits in the grass, his back against the tree.

    Now he's the one staring up at you.

    "Come here. You must be tired."

    You immediately get the urge to protest, but... he's right. You are tired, terribly so.

    You also sink to your knees beside him, planning to rest your back against the tree as well when you suddenly feel Ike's arms wrap around you.

    He's warm, just as warm as the sunlight shining down onto both of you right now.

    Immediately, you're confronted with the truth you've been trying to ignore - something about his earnest nature just has a way of making it impossible to lie even to yourself.

    You're exhausted, you finally admit. You just want to lay down and sleep for as long as you possibly can, finally catch up on all the rest you've been denying yourself.

    "I..." You speak up. "...'m sorry for making you worry about me, if I did."

    Sleep is already starting to overtake you, making it harder and harder to string your words together. All you can really manage to focus on is the warmth around you, and the... strangely comforting way you're now caged in Ike's arms, sitting in his lap.

    You want to speak again, but your entire body feels heavy.

    Your mind jolts awake for just one more moment when you feel Ike rest his head atop yours.

    The closeness allows you to hear him properly, feel the soft vibrations of his chest against your back as he starts quietly humming a song.

    You don't even brother trying to recognize what exactly he's humming, far to focused on his warm arms around your waist and his rumbling chest against your back. The entire feeling is entrancing, and you can't help but feel your eyes grow heavy. You want to speak again, social barries loosened severely both by how comfortable and also how tired you are, but your words don't seen to make proper sense anymore, so you just give up on it and nuzzle your head into Ike's arms around you. His body warmth feels like a thick blanket in a cold night, and his quiet humming only serves to accompany that feeling of overwhelming comfort.

    For just a moment, a part of you starts to protest once you realize you won't be able to stay awake anymore for much longer, but that is soon drowned out by Ike's quiet humming as you drift off into the first peaceful sleep you've had in weeks now.

    Once he's certain you're asleep, Ike scoops you up in his arms and gets up.

    He was forced to watch you overexert yourself for months now, growing more worried about you with each passing day. If you weren't going to be able to make sure you got enough rest and alone time, he will simply have to help you out. It's not a big deal at all, keeping the keys to your room and coming up with excuses as to why you can't be here or there or anywhere at certain points. He's only doing this to help you, after all - the fact that he's going to have you nearly all to himself from now on is just a bonus.