So for years VF had "Top pics" and everything was great. WE slapped up our photos, whether innocent or cheeky. We all propped the stuff we liked, and then frolicked away like the carefree little lambs we were.
But then the voices from on high went "OOOOOOO NO, THAT WON'T DO AT ALL! LOOK! SOME OF THOSE PEOPLE ARE NEARLY NAKED, AND THAT'S DIRTY AND WRONG! COVER YOUR SHAME IMMEDIATELY, YOU FILTHY JEZEBELS!".
And so "Top pics" was taken way from us, as if we'd been visited by one of the more "old-school" variety of Victorian nannies. The sort who, if one child misbehaved, would throw away ALL the toys because that's just easier than tackling the actual problems, right? And thus it fell. We've still got those completely redundant props for them, of course. They do absolutely nothing, but hey! Clicking buttons is cool, right? Right?
Here's the problem- it wasn't a failure with the concept of "Top pics". That was fine. There just wasn't any clear guidelines on what was acceptable, and moderation of them that was inconsistent and occasionally missing entirely. Of course the smutty stuff is going to attract attention because that's human nature. And that's why you had admins keeping it in line. So here's a bold suggestion-
BRING IT BACK!
But this time, with clear guidelines and rules. And get the site admins policing them accordingly. Simple! It's an easy route back to restoring a popular feature. And if it managed to work years ago when VF was busier, it can work again now.
It's a win/win situation for all concerned. So how about it?
Surprising there's so downprops in this journal, seeing as how many ugly and jealous fatties or uptight and pious models (or uptight and delusional fatties who think they're models) were writing 2 or 3 top journals a week begging for top pic to be taken down.
New jewelry in my Etsy shop, for all you book lovers out there. I sell them as a set, but if you want to buy only the necklace or earrings, jut say so.
So I'm on the train in london, and this guy walks onto the train. Its the last train of the evening, so its pretty dead.
He walks over, sits directly opposite me (bearing in mind he has a whole train to choose from) and sits staring at me. I make eye contact with him, and ask him if he wants to take a photo or if he's just practising his gargoyle face and I swear to god, the funniest shit happened.
He started hissing, and saying some prayer under his breath, and making all sorts of religious prayer gestures, and soon as the train stopped (in woodside park, which is a shitheap where noone lives) he ran off the train.
I kid you not, I've not laughed this hard since my sister ran full speed into a lamp post.
For cereals. My hair's not as short as when it was first cut, but it's not as long as it use to be, and I miss the length. Having hair (even though it was fake hair) that went down to around my waist felt awesome.
LOOK AT DAT SHIT!
And then even when I tide it up it looked uber cute!
Quick! Someone come visit me, and help me speed up the process of making these new ones to put in muh head!
I don't have the time or patience for all the maintenance that requires. Also I like to frequently change my hair color/style, and if I were to grow real dreads they'd be there til I cut them out, or spent a bunch of time conditioning them out. Bottom line: I don't has the commitment for real dreads
So I plan to do my own street concert on State Street, complete with singing and dancing. If this gets some likes, I’ll do a sample dance for practice. Please? It’s going to have mostly J-Pop, but I wanna do Bang! by After School.
In other news, my mom is singing and sounds like she's dying.
With the various military agencies set to work between the rising preternatural movements, and the loss of control over major cities, a secret project was put into motion in hopes to offer the soon to be unsustainable planet's exponential growth. The United States, refusing to accept the dwindling fate and even less losing face to their national rivals instated a secret aerospace program in unison with NASA. After recruiting the brightest minds the world had to offer, Project Artemis was put into place, it's goal space exploration in hopes for potential colonization. Much work was put in before the creation of Prometheus, the first Earth ship capable of lightspeed and lengthened space travel. The selection process was tedious, but when the team was put together, if the planet was ever to have a chance at expanding and colonizing a new planet, this was their best bet.
Months passed, and the ship met several losses between extraterrestrial attacks and unexpected encounters on seemingly uninhabited planets. All hope had seemed lost for colonization until a small planet was detected by the ship. It's construct, and levels of water and gazes quite similar to that of their home world, or rather how it had been believed to be before pollution and global warming had begun to take it's toll. Lantea began as a new hope for Earth, and those aboard the Prometheus. It's surface large and divided by great expanses of water. Everything about the planet was inviting, and the initial setup on inhabited land left a promising feeling inside every crew member to set foot on it's surface.
After the first attempts at colonization, the Earth settlers soon discovered they were not alone. Many other creatures lived on Lantea, and an oppressive government was part of a grand intergalactic labourer trade ruled its inhabitants. Before they knew it, a large portion of the group was taken into custody and sold. Some on the planet, others were sent off-world and never head of again. Though the military run operation successfully concealed the missions from the general public back on Earth, the remaining humans of the planet were left to fend for themselves. Hope to return home became futile to say the least. Some were more successful than others, finding positions of power on the planet, but most were put into slavery. This was not without a high price in lives and blood.
With some luck and a few members of the God King's inner circle, a small group of military managed to help create a political instability that left the planet in a state of civil war. For five years blood was tirelessly shed until finally the God King was overthrown. Despite the original promises of Freedom and democracy, the losses in bodies and ammo left the new leaders of the planet in a tough situation. Slavery continues to strive on Lantea, although the conditions differ greatly on it's continents. When the ashes fell, and the tallies were done, the people of the planet divided into three factions. The Allegiance which pursues slavery and holds a military dictatorship on the planet; the Independents who participate in the slave trade but push for freedom and democracy, and the Lanteans whose intentions are shady and volatile.
Since, a civil government has successfully pierced the market, but it is still in it's initial phase. The Atlantis Initiative is the current party attempting to represent the people of Lantea. Their goal to expand and better the living conditions and instate civil law. Their power is little but they represent a hope for vassals of the planet.
If you have been sent to this planet, you will be sold into a faction. What you make of your time here is on you. The question is, which Faction will choose you to be their vassal?
With the various military agencies set to work between the rising preternatural movements, and the loss of control over major cities, a secret project was put into motion in hopes to offer the soon to be unsustainable planet's exponential growth. The United States, refusing to accept the dwindling fate and even less losing face to their national rivals instated a secret aerospace program in unison with NASA. After recruiting the brightest minds the world had to offer, Project Artemis was put into place, it's goal space exploration in hopes for potential colonization. Much work was put in before the creation of Prometheus, the first Earth ship capable of lightspeed and lengthened space travel. The selection process was tedious, but when the team was put together, if the planet was ever to have a chance at expanding and colonizing a new planet, this was their best bet.
Months passed, and the ship met several losses between extraterrestrial attacks and unexpected encounters on seemingly uninhabited planets. All hope had seemed lost for colonization until a small planet was detected by the ship. It's construct, and levels of water and gazes quite similar to that of their home world, or rather how it had been believed to be before pollution and global warming had begun to take it's toll. Lantea began as a new hope for Earth, and those aboard the Prometheus. It's surface large and divided by great expanses of water. Everything about the planet was inviting, and the initial setup on inhabited land left a promising feeling inside every crew member to set foot on it's surface.
After the first attempts at colonization, the Earth settlers soon discovered they were not alone. Many other creatures lived on Lantea, and an oppressive government was part of a grand intergalactic labourer trade ruled its inhabitants. Before they knew it, a large portion of the group was taken into custody and sold. Some on the planet, others were sent off-world and never head of again. Though the military run operation successfully concealed the missions from the general public back on Earth, the remaining humans of the planet were left to fend for themselves. Hope to return home became futile to say the least. Some were more successful than others, finding positions of power on the planet, but most were put into slavery. This was not without a high price in lives and blood.
With some luck and a few members of the God King's inner circle, a small group of military managed to help create a political instability that left the planet in a state of civil war. For five years blood was tirelessly shed until finally the God King was overthrown. Despite the original promises of Freedom and democracy, the losses in bodies and ammo left the new leaders of the planet in a tough situation. Slavery continues to strive on Lantea, although the conditions differ greatly on it's continents. When the ashes fell, and the tallies were done, the people of the planet divided into three factions. The Allegiance which pursues slavery and holds a military dictatorship on the planet; the Independents who participate in the slave trade but push for freedom and democracy, and the Lanteans whose intentions are shady and volatile.
Since, a civil government has successfully pierced the market, but it is still in it's initial phase. The Atlantis Initiative is the current party attempting to represent the people of Lantea. Their goal to expand and better the living conditions and instate civil law. Their power is little but they represent a hope for vassals of the planet.
If you have been sent to this planet, you will be sold into a faction. What you make of your time here is on you. The question is, which Faction will choose you to be their vassal?
Welcome to the Big Apple, the financial hub of the United States. From small time crime to elaborate schemes, the opportunities are countless in this sleepless city. With it's busy streets and constant motion, things can go quite unnoticed in this place.
Joe Massino once said: "there are three sides to a story, mine, yours and the truth." He couldn't have been more on the ball when it comes to life around here. Whether you're on the side of the law, or part of one of the crews, the laws here go beyond those stated by the government. Omerta (The law of Silence) presides here, and those who speak tend to swim with the fishes or burn in one of the mafia run funeral home's over.
It's easy to be forgotten here, to sink, but to thrive can lead to opportunities like you could never imagine. Question is, how far are you willing to go to meet your ends?