#programming school dallas

[reasonsforhope]

"The first modern attempt at transferring a uterus from one human to another occurred at the turn of the millennium. But surgeons had to remove the organ, which had become necrotic, 99 days later. The first successful transplant was performed in 2011 — but even then, the recipient wasn’t immediately able to get pregnant and deliver a baby. It took three more years for the first person in the world with a transplanted uterus to give birth. 

More than 70 such babies have been born globally in the decade since. “It’s a complete new world,” said Giuliano Testa, chief of abdominal transplant at Baylor University Medical Center.

Almost a third of those babies — 22 and counting — have been born in Dallas at Baylor. On Thursday, Testa and his team published a major cohort study in JAMA analyzing the results from the program’s first 20 patients. All women were of reproductive age and had no uterus (most having been born without one), but had at least one functioning ovary. Most of the uteri came from living donors, but two came from deceased donors.

Fourteen women had successful transplants, all of whom were able to have at least one baby.  

“That success rate is extraordinary, and I want that to get out there,” said Liza Johannesson, the medical director of uterus transplants at Baylor, who works with Testa and co-authored the study. “We want this to be an option for all women out there that need it.”

Six patients had transplant failures, all within two weeks of the procedure. Part of the problem may have been a learning curve: The study initially included only 10 patients, and five of the six with failed transplants were in that first group. These were “technical” failures, Testa said, involving aspects of the surgery such as how surgeons connected the organ’s blood vessels, what material was used for sutures, and selecting a uterus that would work well in a transplant. 

The team saw only one transplant fail in the second group of 10 people, the researchers said. All 20 transplants took place between September 2016 and August 2019.

Only one other cohort study has previously been published on uterus transplants, in 2022. A Swedish team, which included Johannesson before she moved to Baylor, performed seven successful transplants out of nine attempts. Six women, including the first transplant recipient to ever deliver a baby back in 2014, gave birth.

“It’s hard to extract data from that, because they were the first ones that did it,” Johannesson said. “This is the first time we can actually see the safety and efficacy of this procedure properly.”

So far, the signs are good: High success rates for transplants and live births, safe and healthy children so far, and early signs that immunosuppressants — typically given to transplant recipients so their bodies don’t reject the new organ — may not cause long-term harm, the researchers said. (The uterine transplants are removed after recipients no longer need them to deliver children.) And the Baylor team has figured out how to identify the right uterus for transfer: It should be from a donor who has had a baby before, is premenopausal, and, of course, who matches the blood type of the recipient, Testa said...

“They’ve really embraced the idea of practicing improvement as you go along, to understand how to make this safer or more effective. And that’s reflected in the results,” said Jessica Walter, an assistant professor of reproductive endocrinology and infertility at Northwestern University Feinberg School of Medicine, who co-authored an editorial on the research in JAMA...

Walter was a skeptic herself when she first learned about uterine transplants. The procedure seemed invasive and complicated. But she did her fellowship training at Penn Medicine, home to one of just four programs in the U.S. doing uterine transplants. 

“The firsts — the first time the patient received a transplant, the first time she got her period after the transplant, the positive pregnancy test,” Walter said. “Immersing myself in the science, the patients, the practitioners, and researchers — it really changed my opinion that this is science, and this is an innovation like anything else.” ...

Many transgender women are hopeful that uterine transplants might someday be available for them, but it’s likely a far-off possibility. Scientists need to rewind and do animal studies on how a uterus might fare in a different “hormonal milieu” before doing any clinical trials of the procedure with trans people, Wagner said.

Among cisgender women, more long-term research is still needed on the donors, recipients, and the children they have, experts said.

“We want other centers to start up,” Johannesson said. “Our main goal is to publish all of our data, as much as we can.”"

-via Stat, August 16, 2024

[diorgirl444]

you’ve got mail or a dallas winston x reader prison penpal au…

warnings: bad writing?, um swearing i guess, fem! reader, set after the events of the novel, brief mentions of period typical prison violence, 3.1k words <3

also if people like this au i’d be happy to write more drabbles for it if they wanna send requests in!

to be completely honest dallas winston has no idea why he signs up for the penpal program in the first place.

he knows why the other men do - “hope to get a pretty thing who sends me real nice pictures” “yeah bet she’ll be a real betty” and he nods and guffaws like the rest of them but the real reason is a lot harder to think about.

he tells himself that it’s the boredom which is partially true. he isn’t the kind who thrives of the dull monotony of prison life the way some men do. knowing what’s about to happen everyday makes him feel strangled, makes him feel suffocated and like a cog in this endless machine of the corrupt federal system of Oklahoma.

but in the smallest part of him, the part that nobody will ever see or hear from he thinks the reason might be a bit simpler. that he just wants to remember that there are nice things out there. way, way out there. things that feel pink and golden and light the way ponyboy said there was. things like cinemas and banana splits and the cool silk of girls underwear and cigarettes that you don’t have to loose part of yourself to get. it’s not his first time in a prison, hell he attends prisons the way most people attend schools but now johnny’s gone it certainly feels like his longest sentence.

so he goes to the stupid meeting, walks along the corridor to with an officer and a gun at his heels and sits down at the scratched desk that feels altogether too small for his body. glancing around the room he’s struck by all the different sorts of men sat there: tall men, short men, old men, young men, innocent men, guilty men and he wonders where that puts him. what draws all these men together though is the hope - he can see it glinting in their hollow eyes,desperate, hungry hope.

the kind of hope you’d kill for.

the officer at the front rattles off rules though it’s clear he’s rather be anywhere else

1. no asking incriminating things like names or locations

2. no asking for things like pictures or cigarettes. if the person chooses to send it to you it’s different but you can’t ask for it

3. no using it to contact any gang friends

and that’s it, with the strict reminder that every letter is examined before being sent.

in that all too small desk he writes:

hi you,

if you’s one of those freaks writing hoping to get to talk to a real sicko you’re about to be real disappointed. mine was a real simple issue with the fucking asshole sorry we’re not supposed to say stuff like that. what i mean is i’m in here because of a little falling out with the cops. so yeah don’t be sending me vials of your blood or any witchy crap like that because i don’t want it. a pack of kools wouldn’t go remissed if you’s offering though.

i kinda wonder if we ever met before i was locked up but i doubt it. most people i know either already know someone locked up that is if they haven’t been in the jailhouse themselves so they probably wouldn’t be writing to some inmate. nah my guess is your some bleeding heart beatnik who wants to know what’s really going on behind the bars. good old commie bs. still i’d like to hear from you, don’t let my words fool you. i may be an ass but i’m a bored one so i’ll pretty much take anything.

anyways i think i’m supposed to tell you about myself or something like that so i guess i’ll do that. i like the band the monkees, paul newman because he just gets it, dairy queen sundaes, mustangs and the smell of cheap beer. christ how i miss ice cold beer, you don’t know what it’s like only get stale water and moulding milk with every meal. i’m telling you go and crack a beer open right now, one for me. also in your letter back to me tell me what stuff you like. and if you’re a guy or a girl… can’t blame a guy for wanting to know that.

thanks,

inmate 4175

he can’t lie he’s curious and strangely excited to hear from his penpal. some guys he knows have already got there’s and yeah it’s pretty infuriating the way they brag and preen about there’s. it’s even more infuriating the way his stomach sinks at breakfast every morning when there’s nothing on his bench.

but then on a rainy friday morning, he gets his letter. he wants to save it till he’s alone but patience has never been his strong suit and so he tears into reminiscent of the way a wolf hungrily tears through flesh.

dear inmate 4157,

glad to report that i have no evil powers that you need to be on the look-out for nor sick fascination of criminals (i could barely get through psycho) and most mention of any gore has me hiding my face in my hands. which now that i think about it probably isn’t the best thing to tell a criminal… but then again i don’t wanna think of you as a criminal which is silly i know but criminal is such a nasty word. it makes it sound like you did something completely wrong which i’m certain for most cases i simply isn’t that cut and dry. does that make me naive? maybe but i don’t mind.

and ouch bleeding heart beatnik that was kinda mean don’t you think? whilst i wouldn’t consider myself a beatnik, i like the colour pink too much to dedicate myself to that lifestyle, i don’t think there’s anything wrong with having empathy! that was part of the reason when i saw the flyer about the program i couldn’t help but sign up. it sounds kinda strange but i thought i could kinda connect with you. i like my life i do but it’s very ‘samey’ i talk to the same girls everyday, we all have the same opinions on things, we all go out with the same boys and are all planning on going to the same colleges as our parents. which is nice i mean i’m lucky, far luckier than most in fact but i can’t help feeling dissatisfied. the one girl i know who did break out of the box now refuses to talk about it and acts us if last year didn’t happen. secretly i’m jealous i wish i was as brave as her.

j guess this is me breaking out / rebelling in my own way, in my bedroom lit by candles writing a letter to convict which i suppose will do for now. maybe if we meet when you get out you’ll like teach me how to rob a store or something (joking!!!) and sorry i don’t fancy a beer! anyways i got side tracked from what the actual letter was supposed to be about so to answer your questions i’m a girl if that wasn’t obvious enough already and to answer whatever question you might be wondering next - no i won’t send you any pictures. but for likes, my favourite band is the beach boys (don’t laugh even though i bet you want to), audrey hepburn because she just gets it!!!!, vanilla milkshakes, peonies and the smell of the ground after it rains. i’ll stop it here though because my letter has turned out so much longer then yours so sorry about that.

bye for now,

a friend <3

the letter is - the letter is so nice which he knows sounds ridiculous but it’s true. there’s hardly anything nice in his life right now but this is truly nice. he can imagine the sort of girl that would write a letter like that, pretty and sweet and clever. the exact kind of girls who would never so much as look at him on the outside let alone talk to him and instead here she is spilling her guts out. he reads it over and over tucking into against his undershirt so that nobody else can read it. then he sets to work writing his response.

dear a friend,

is that what we’re calling each other now? pals are we? i’d tell you that’s pretty dumb of you but you’ve made it pretty clear that you’re aware so i guess it’s alright. you probably need someone to take care of you, one day someone’s gonna try and take advantage of that thing you call optimism. so just be on your guard okay? but and even though it’s the same kinda thing it did make me smile to read that you don’t think criminal means fully guilty or whatever. not many people look at it like that, the jury certainly didn’t.

on the whole your life being “samey” thing i would tell you to embrace it, that at least it sounds like you’re well provided for and looked after. the truth is though reading what you said about it makes me not think that at all. because what kinda life is it if it’s living you and not the other way. my life was the opposite of that, it was wild and chaotic but it was mine. you should do something wild, doesn’t have to be big like stealing from a store (might hold you to that offer) but you should do something. i dare you to do something and then you have to write and tell me what it was. i’m living through you right now after all.

and yeah i think i worked out that you were a girl the second you started your letter with dear. that’s a dead giveaway. anyways wasn’t gonna ask for pictures, i can already tell you’re pretty just from the things you say you like. the beach boys might need a rethink if you ask me. i mean you got the beatles and the rolling stones and you choose some guys with stupid soc haircuts and striped shorts who sing about going surfing and cars…. i’d sort that if i were you. peonies were something i’d never heard of before your letter so i visited the library here, my first time ever going in that dusty old building, and i asked the guy what they were. he just threw this yellowing book on the table in front of me and said “picture in there”. i learnt that they’re those fluffy ones that grow on big bushes. i’d seen them before. i used to pass pink ones growing in front of this masisve old white house on the nice side of town. never saw the people inside it which is good because they were probably they were probably a bunch of preppies too scared to even look at a greaser. but i mean part of me wonders if we weren’t writing to each other would you even look at me? ignore me, being in prison so long has got me overthinking stuff.

bye,

inmate 4175

which begins the friendly correspondence of dallas winston and his mystery girl. what’s great about writing to her is there’s no societal pressures, though he’s gathered she’s a soc, or worries about matching how people think guys like dallas winston should act. they talk about anything and everything and he hoards whatever he learns about her like its the most valuable jewel.

“grandiose gestures are so wonderful, i think if you were out i’d be you a bouquet of cigarettes. how’d you like that inmate 4157?”

“i think things are getting better on the outside. still your lot had a right to be angry considering the way my lot screwed them over”

“i want, no i beg even for you to give the beach boys another try. don’t worry baby is the most gorgeous song in the entire world”

and she sends things too, sweetheart that she is, packs of cigarettes, those caramels that old women keep in pockets, polaroids of her dog françoise and posters of movies that he’s mentioned liking tied up with pretty pink ribbon. he thinks johnny would of liked her, yeah johnny would of liked little miss optimism that’s for sure. every letter from her is carefully tucked away from his bunk mate and though the guys tease him, he’ll never let them read her words. the only person he tells about her properly is ponyboy when he visits.

“no i don’t think you understand kid if this girl is even half as pretty as a box of matchsticks i’d be crazy not to turn my life around and marry her in some dinky chapel out west” he whispers passionately to ponyboy one one of his visits, glancing around to make sure no one head such a soft statement and anxiously running his hands through his cropped too short hair.

ponyboy just grins, bemused at how these letters has reduced his friend to a different man altogether. “must be a pretty special girl then” he drawls knowingly.

but the letters continue, sweet as anything and then she asks something especially wonderful.

dear inmate 4157,

this isn’t my best letter. i haven’t got anything special to tell you about but i wanted to write because the truth is i’ve grown to love writing to you more than nearly anything else. you are the rebellion in my life, i hope you don’t mind and i hope you understand. most of friends don’t, they think i must be crazy to write to some greaser convict. my father kinda think your okay though so i guess that’s kinda good. anyways i’m getting sidetracked. the real reason i’m writing now is because i wondered if i could come visit you?

it’s okay if not but i desperately want to. to see you, to hear your voice, maybe take your hand if that’s allowed. i’ve imagined it all lots but i can never get it right in my head. i mean how can you imagine someone who you’ve never met but seem to know more intimately then anyone else. i hope you feel the same, i hope you aren’t dreadfully disappointed by what you see. i’ve been more hopeful then i ought to be about something that i don’t want to have to write. i want to say it to you face to face. i hope that’s okay.

yours,

your dear friend <3

it’s right at the end and beside it there a few scribbled out words as if she overthought it again and again before finally settling on asking. his letter back is short, he wants it sent as quick as possible. and to her question it says “yes”

he awaits that visit with ther nerves of a schoolboy awaiting a test, pacing his cell, splashing cool water on his face and making sure the dull grey of his jumpsuit is unbuttoned just enough to see his vest and st christopher. the bang of the guard’s truncheon against the metal of his cell bars breaks him out of it.

“out you go winston” grunts the man as dallas is carted along the corridor like cattle but all is forgotten when he sees her sat at his table.

he knew she’d be pretty but christ.

she looks too good to be sat there, her floral dress splayed out prettily as she sits, hands nervously clasping at the fabric and her hair framing her face like a dream. her expression softens into a surprises smile when she sees him sit opposite.

“dallas winston” she says quietly and his own eyes widen.

“you know who i am? thought i was supposed to tell you that angel” he says in quiet disbelief.

she laughs softly, idly wonders if he could tuck the sound beside her letter in his vest.

“oh no it’s just that everyone in tulsa knew you. i didn’t realise it was you i was writing to. goodness i probably bored you half to death with all my ramblings about flowers and whatever else i was blabbering about” she says chewing on her lip, shy expression on her features but he just shakes his head.

“nah doll i liked hearing about your world, the things that mattered to you. all flowers and shit” and he means it, desperately but even if he didn’t it’d be worth it to see the way her face lights up. she introduces herself, and “isn’t that funny?” he thinks. that to know someone the way he knows her and yet to not even know her name.

then she’s looking at him again, eyes wide and hopeful before speaking and her hands now toy with a silver locket at her neck “well that’s - um - that’s good. the thing that i wanted to talk to you about - well the thing i was hopeful about - about you was that maybe um - i could write to you not just as friend. if you feel the same that is…”

a grin cracks across his face. there she is - the girl he’s had countless foolish dreams of, the girl who’s letters he’s cradled like precious gold and who knows more about him then he probably knows about himself - sat before him with a shy little smile on her face asking if they could go steady.

he’s an asshole though and so he can’t help but tease her ever so slightly “nah don’t think that’s gonna work doll” and yeah he gets a confidence kick from the way her features fall as if the thought of him not wanting her is upsetting, as if he ain’t lucky just to breathe in her perfume (something sweet and floral - he hopes she’ll spray some on his next letter for him). quickly he glances at the guards which since they’re not looking he leans over and tilts her chin up to meet his gaze.

“ah cool it duchess it’s only not gonna work cause i get out on account of good behaviour next month. just making sure that you know i’d want you to be my girl when we’re both on the outside too…”

he decides it was worth it to tease her if only to see the way her smile returns, bright as sunlight and twice as warming.

“yeah i’d like that dallas” she says softly just as the guard calls visiting time over.

and as he’s walking back to his cell he thinks ponyboy might be right, there are nice things out there…

hope you like it! xoxo, flo <3

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Hi! I was wondering if you can do a platonic Curtis gang with a fem!reader who’s believes in like witch craft and the devil? Like the whole town thinks she’ll sacrifice them but she genuinely nice and sweet?🫶 (also if it’s not a problem can it be hc’s?)

Summary: The Outsiders x Witchcraft!Reader

Warnings: strong religious and non-religious context

Author's Note: one of my friends was really into witchcraft once and it looked so fun + I have a deck of pink tarot cards (w?!)

PONYBOY CURTIS

Ponyboy thinks the witchcraft stuff that you do is really sick, he's actually really interested.

He thinks it's cool how you make spells and stuff but he doesn't necessarily believe it.

He's never been a religious person and finds himself not really believing in anything.

However he never fell for the rumors that you were going to kill everyone in Tulsa because everytime he saw you at school you were happy in your own little world.

JOHNNY CADE

Johnny has extremely religious parents and they're always warning him about you, kindly and unkindly.

They tell him things like you're gonna eat his soul and he's gonna go to hell, but he doesn't take anything they say seriously

He's approached you a couple of times out of spite and he actually thinks you're really sweet

You give him gifts sometimes and he proudly displayed them in front of his parents

SODAPOP CURTIS

Sodapop is a little scared of you, he kind of fell for those rumors about you wanting to sacrifice people

Once he went up to you and asked you if you sacrifice people, but he had such an innocent look that you couldn't blame him for falling for the rumors

You toyed with him and said you only sacrificed cute boys and to use that information as he willed

He always thought he was a "cute boy" but the way you said it made him feel like he wasn't so he was so confused and pestered you for a while about it.

STEVE RANDLE

Steve is like Soda but he puts more of a "tuff" front up about it, so he's approaching you a lot when people dare him to.

He pesters you quite a bit, so much so that you get really frustrated. Once you told him to stop annoying you it was getting old and he saw you in a new light.

He realized how you were mostly poked at and not treated like a normal person and he felt as if he could relate because he was a greaser

He hung out with you a couple of times and he's really enjoying your company, he also got a couple of tarot readings done by you.

TWO BIT MATHEWS

Two os the most respectful out of all of them, except maybe Darry. He's kept his distance but he doesn't try stuff on you

The first time he talked to you is when his sister ran up to you because your outfit was so pretty

He apologized because she latched onto you and you got to talking, he was actually really surprised at how nice you were

He said that, if you want, he could take you out to coffee sometimes and that

DARRY CURTIS

Darry doesn't engage in the childish discussion that the rest of the gang does, he's to "mature" though

He tells Sodapop and Pony to stop judging people when he overhears their conversations about you.

Truthfully he remembers that when he was in 5th grade he was your "older buddy" in the schools buddy program.

He knows you were always had it rough as a kid but you were always kind so he wants to stick up for you

He also sought you out later and took you out for some food.

DALLAS WINSTON

Dallas is one of the people that say you're gonna sacrifice everyone in the town, he's not afraid of you but he doesn't like you.

The whole rumor started because he was offered a bet to get with you but he knew he couldn't (mainly because of Darry) so he said no because you'd sacrifice him

He's always watching you though, everytime he sees you he observes you because he finds you intresting

He'll never talk to you though, he has a reputation to uphold and being seen with you is apparently really bad even though he always pays attention to you.

[madamlaydebug]

Sha'Carri Richardson is a young, strong and energetic American sprinter, raised by her lovely 😍 grand mother and aunt.

She's making lot of waves, building a momentum for her speed and sterling performances in the 100 meters race.

She is a record holder and has won several awards, performed impressively at 2019 World Championships.

However, she was suspended for a month after testing pøsitivě for THC; a šubstæncę found in her system during the 2021 United States Olympic Trials. As a result, she missed the Tokyo 2020 Olympics.

Richardson returned strongly and won gold in the 100m and 4x100m relay at the 2023 World Championships in Budapest.

Sha'Carri Richardson isn't only good with the speed, she has also been involved in various social projects including:

〽️Supporting the "Kickstand" program, which provides resources and support for homeless youth in Dallas.

〽️Partnering with the "Get Schooled" foundation to promote education and empowerment for young people.

〽️Collaborating with the "Athletes for Hope" organization to support various social and environmental causes.

〽️Advocating for mental health awareness and support, particularly in the sports community.

Watch out as she represents 🇺🇸 in Paris Olympic Games 2024

[flyingfortress1]

Reading Islands of the Damned Thoughts Part 1:

so firstly, this is the first book or memoir that I've read so far and shared here that has been co-written- here here, Romus Valton Burgin has co written his memoir with a William Marvel- and honestly, I've heard cowritten books can be a bit hit or miss sometimes, but so far this is generally pretty well written.

The opening of the book starts off with Burgin in Pelelui, and he talks about how 13 is his lucky number - including the number of his LST and a few other dates and things.

For this bit though, I'm going to focus on his upbringing which I think is really interesting. Basically our boy Romus was born in Jewett, Texas- which is actually not that far from Dallas-Fort Worth area, and does not quite look like the railroad stop that he gets off on in the show - I'll tell you as a Texan, that area legitimate looks like North Texas which is like Lubbock and plains area. But then again, I've never been a Jewett just in that Central Texas area. Texas is just a more diverse state than you would think about because we're very big. Anyway, he was born to some very poor farmers who were still very rural at the time, we don't have the rural ectrification programs yet (! They come in the '40s and fifties) so his family don't have any electricity, nor indoor plumbing, and not even an icebox. This is definitely unlike Sledge who came from money, and unlike leckie and Philips who I'm pretty sure were at least middle class. nonetheless, his family keep their son in school - he does go to a one-room schoolhouse at one point, and later in high school, wanting to stay behind for football games (he plays in them) has to walk 8 miles in the dark afterwards home because the bus doesn't run that late. He really enjoyed football.

But, our boy does not want to become a farmer as he sees the difficulties his father has. He graduates high school and actually ends up as a stamp salesman whereupon he travels the country, and gets a nice brand new company car. He really enjoys that, seeing the country and all, but of course Pearl harbor happens.. and he's actually not really sure how that's going to affect him yet. He ends up getting thrown in jail by mistake in Nebraska I think it was because the sheriff thought he and his friend were draft dodgers especially with the nice car. In fact, unlike many of the other Pacific boys that end up going to Guadalcanal, he's pretty good to just wait until he gets called up for the draft - which I think back then was still 21. Eventually, the pressure to enlist increases, and he always just tells people I'm going to join the Marines next Friday - no matter the day of the week or the time.

Eventually, he gets his draft notice - and it's for the army! And if there's one thing that RV Burgin knows, he does not want to end up in the army. Like seriously. I'm not sure how bad the 1940s army is, but I can definitely understand his sentiment about the late 19th century army lol. So he runs down to Texas, goes to Houston, stays with a friend, and goes to the enlistment offices. Tries Air Force but they have a waitlist, tries Navy but he doesn't like the Navy recruiter, and finally tries the Marines. He's able to get his dad's permission and off he goes - he's not actually able to see his family I think before he sets off to the Pacific. So very interesting - you could almost call him just a draftee, but not quite.

Anyway, he ends up at Parris Island and New River - becomes a mortarman, and has a really interesting explanation about the mortar, how it works and honestly why it's so deadly. If I can find the book, I'll probably take a picture of that and upload it.

And lastly, my boy is tall! His father is 6'2, his mother is a mere 5'2 ( half an inch taller than me haha) and he himself is 6'1. He also got his first name because his uncles who were born as twins, got the name Romos and Remus, and his middle name because there was another boy in town with that name and his mom liked it. It is definitely a unique name and not what you'd expect from a poor farm boy from small town Texas lol. But then again, I know kids that have names like Remington or something so what do I know.

[faithsfled]

── ( taylor zakhar perez. twenty6. cis man. he/him. ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen DALLAS MOLINA anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of malibu 1992 by coin last night. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to LANGSTON - i think they’re a JUNIOR studying CIVIL ENGINEERING / ARCHITECTURE? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re JOVIAL, ALTRUISTIC and a LEO. last night they kept going on and on about how they won MOST LIKELY TO SLIP AND DIE IN THE SHOWER last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, UNINHIBITED and ALOOF, you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by wickham-on-heath, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay? bye!

PART ONE, the basics.

full   name.   dallas vincent molina   nickname(s).   none so far, but would never turn down a nickname   age.   twenty6   birthdate.   august 5, 1998   hometown.   long beach, california, usa   gender.   cis man  pronouns.   he/him/his   orientation.   bisexual, biromantic   ethnicity.   mexican   nationality.   american   language(s) spoken.   english, very broken spanish, academic italian and for what ? idk, he thought it would be fun but he still sucks at it   current occupation.   part-time bookseller at book stew

PART TWO, the specs.

faceclaim.   taylor zakhar perez   height.   6ft 3in   hair   color.   dark brown / black   eye   color.   brown   scar(s).   a knick at the tail of his right brow due to a surfing accident, faint remnants at his left knee, right elbow, and collarbone due to a car accident   piercing(s).   none   tattoo(s).   a smiley face on his butt that he got while drunk   other   distinct   feature(s).   the tendency to always talk with very animated sweeping motions, eternally messy curls that look like he just waltzed out of bed, deep dimples and even deeper smile lines   style.   a very beachy vibe, lots of shirts and plain white tank tops underneath button ups, lives in crewneck sweaters the moment he feels a chill breeze, dickies and jeans cropped at the ankle, classic chuck taylors always

PART THREE, the story.

CONTENT WARNING(S) parental death, car accidents, surgical complications, ptsd / night terrors, drug use

dallas was born from the love story of two high school sweethearts, david and catalina ( née armin ) molina. arguably an accident, but they loved him fiercely, doing everything they could to support this new change in their lives.

both of them ended up as teachers, with david as a full-time high school science teacher and catalina doing substitute teaching for the first few years of his life, eventually turning into a full-time position. luckily, both of dallas' grandparents lived nearby, and were well-equipped and enthusiastic about caretaking as well, so the family dynamic was strong.

nothing was out of the blue for most of his childhood, arguably normal and on the more positive side than not — there was nothing he would ever change, and catalina asserts that she wouldn't either, to this day.

TRIGGER WARNING FOR CAR ACCIDENTS — it was just a normal day, with david tasked for 13 yr old dallas' pick up after he had just gotten done with swim practice at their local ymca, where they were t-boned by another driver, hitting the driver's side. it totaled their car, leaving dallas with moderate physical injuries but in a coma, but david was incapacitated but expected to live.

TRIGGER WARNING FOR COMPLICATIONS DURING SURGERY — when dallas woke up, he was soon notified of his father's passing mid-operation. the finer details weren't fully clear, and all he knew was that his life would be deeply altered by this uncertainty, suddenly left without a parental figure, a teacher, and a friend.

the next few months were a blur, going between home school and physical therapy, only for his mother to, one day, after he'd eventually graduated from his physical rehab program, pick up and move the two to denver, colorado for a fresh start.

a lot of his life, since then, was trying to fit in, find that specific niche that feels like a warm hug, something that is truly and completely dallas. he would say that he's still on that journey, eternally stuck in this cycle of people pleasing and wearing himself thin just to fit in. his big personality is maybe who he is, but part of him knows it's simply a method of overcompensation, always needing to do whatever it takes to feel close to the next person.

TRIGGER WARNING FOR PTSD / NIGHT TERRORS + PRESCRIBED DRUG USE — he still suffers from night terrors to this day, replaying the crash, the time in the hospital, sometimes even regular memories with his dad that ultimately take a tragic turn. he doesn't sleep much because of it, preferring overwork and long nights in the library and his reliance on his prescription adderall over all of that.

he hides it well, overall, or at least thinks he does. dallas is never not smiling and laughing, but the constant yawns and deepening dark circles tend to give it away, sometimes falling asleep in a lecture hall for a tiny cat nap or resting his eyes on a park bench.

he's a very loving person, especially physically. he loves feeling close to his friends, and tends to love holding hands or hooking arms or having his arm around another — purely platonically and with permission, of course.

anything makes him laugh, and he does so sincerely. tell him a joke and there will be this big, billowing laugh that erupts from him with added applause or him slapping his leg.

more-so book smart than street smart. he's very formulaic and when something doesn't make sense to him on the first try, he gets really frustrated and mad at himself and kind of crumbles internally. at the library, you can always find him furrowing his brows and chewing on the end of his pens and pencils to focus.

the passion for civil engineering and architecture came from a mix of dallas' love for math and also always being the person who's looking up and admiring the structures around him. part of that was what appealed to him about langston, the prospect of being in new york and seeing historical feats of architecture and city planning that goes literally insane. being in palladian for a bit came with open arms, as he hasn't really travelled in the past nor would've thought to go to the cotswolds.

PART FOUR, the connections.

coming soon.

[transbookoftheday]

All You Want for the Holidays by Quinton Li

Perrin Pavlou is finally accepted into the Sunlit Creative Space residency program after applying for every round to date. With promises of a luxury villa in a sunny beach town, artistic strangers to find companionship in, and a week to work on her photo collection dedicated to the residency's experience, she is ready to embrace her long-desired dream.

Until she finds out that her ex-best friend is the only resident she'll be spending the rest of the week and Christmas with.

Inari Kan wants to start doing things for themself. Their people-pleasing tendencies and high-masking high-functioning lifestyle means they're longing for a holiday to just relax, write, and be themself.

But how are they supposed to do that when they're spending almost every moment of their days with their high-school crush?

All You Want for the Holidays is a second-chance sapphic romance published as part of Home for the Holidays, a collection of standalone novellas connected by a singular theme: spreading queer joy during the holiday season. The collection features novellas by Jay Leigh, Quinton Li, Valerie Gomez, Anna Sparrows, Kerry Kilpatrick, Micah Carver, Arden Coutts, C.S. Autumn, E.L. Ough, Emily Axon, and Dallas Smith.

[sprunkitwingods]

Yo Wenda, since someone already asked Gray this, I'm gonna ask you too: What's your opinion on the other sprunki?

The white sprunki could be seen walking in the direction of Gray's abode, trying to produce a sound similar to someone saying "Hey!". Although, it'd also appear she was quite stressed, which'd cause the noise produced to sound distorted.

She'd slow down upon hearing the anon's voice, an ear perking up. her expression would remain unchanging, however. 🤍: " ..Oh, it's one of you things again."

🤍: " I'd normally tell you to feck off right now, but I think I'll humor ya this time, just to try & calm down. Now let's see.."

🤍: " Gray's my best buddy, knew 'im since.. middle school, I think? I dunno, not exactly good with dates- "

🤍: " Viney's my sister, so of course I'm gonna like her.. "

🤍: " Her kid's pretty cool too. "

🤍: " I don't know what Oren's deal is, but he just seems to absolutely feckin' despise me- "

🤍: " I don't like cops in general, so I don't exactly fancy Raddy's dad either.. "

🤍: " And uh.. Oh yeah, there's also Viney's partner, I honestly think they're kinda weird, but they make her happy, so I can't harp on em' too much.

🤍: " Anyway, uh, I gotta get going. Thanks for talkin' to me, by the way. "

// OOC note: This post ties into @renny-mayflower's roleplay blog, @grayhound-dallas, pretty much right after TwinGods!Wenda & Renny's Gray interacted via chatlog, leading to... not great results, honestly- You can find the conversation (plus a little intervention from someone anonymous) here // Also, for added context considering the linked post doesn't show what Wenda was seeing, here's a quick mockup of what the chatlog would've looked like on Wenda's end under the cut!

// Program used to make this was https://superemotes.com/fake-discord-message-maker, by the way!

// And do keep in mind that this is information that I'm giving OUT OF CHARACTER, and any ask directly referencing the chatlog pictured above will not be answered.

[lboogie1906]

Antonio Maceo Smith (April 16, 1903 - December 19, 1977) educator, entrepreneur, and civil rights activist was born in Texarkana, Texas to Howell and Winnie Smith. He earned an AB from Fisk University and an MBA from New York University. He earned an MA in Economics and Business Law from Columbia University. He opened an advertising agency in New York.

He moved to Dallas to teach business courses in the segregated Dallas Independent School District. He became the editor of the Dallas Express, a weekly Black newspaper. He promoted Black economic and political empowerment in the area by becoming the first executive secretary of the Dallas Negro Chamber of Commerce. He sponsored voter registration programs. He collaborated with the NAACP and other political and civil rights organizations such as the Democratic Progressive Voters League and the Council of Negro Organizations to promote racial equality and challenge the Democratic Party’s white primary system in Texas.

He became deputy director of the Hall of Negro Life at the Texas Centennial Exposition. He married Fannie C. Fletcher (1936). The following year he was appointed to an administrative position with the Federal Housing Administration. In 1939 the US Housing Authority chose him to serve as a regional relations advisor.

He continued to participate in statewide civil rights campaigns. In 1944 he worked closely with the legal team of the NAACP on the voting rights discrimination lawsuit Smith v. Allwright. He participated in the NAACP’s legal campaign to end educational segregation in Texas in the civil suit Sweatt v. Painter.

Along with his involvement in the business community and civil rights movement, he served as president of Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity Alumni Chapter in the 1950s and was a member of the Knights of Pythias and New Hope Baptist Church in Dallas and a trustee at Bishop College. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #alphaphialpha

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Reveal, via Mother Jones:

Mike Hixenbaugh first knew things had changed when someone on a four-wheeler started ripping up his lawn after his wife placed a Black Lives Matter sign outside their home on the suburban outskirts of Houston. Hixenbaugh is an award-winning investigative reporter for NBC News. He’s covered wrongdoing within the child welfare system, safety lapses inside hospitals, and deadly failures in the US Navy. But when his front yard was torn apart in the summer of 2020 in the wake of the George Floyd protests, he saw a story about race and politics collide at his own front door. “They’re targeting us,” Hixenbaugh recalls. “My wife, my kids, me—and it’s about race.”  So like any investigative journalist, he started investigating and soon discovered that “the ugliness of our national politics was really playing out at the most visceral level in these suburbs.” Hixenbaugh’s reporting about the growing divides in his neighborhood soon led him to the public schools, specifically those in Southlake, Texas, a suburb of Dallas where parents were engaged in heated, emotional battles over race, gender, DEI programs, and the role of public education in the US.

NBC News reporter Mike Hixenbaugh spoke to Reveal’s Al Letson about how public schools became ground zero for culture war battles on LGBTQ+, racial equity, and public health measures, among other issues.

See Also:

Reveal: How Public Schools Became Ground Zero for America’s Culture Wars

From the 04.29.2025 edition of Reveal's More To The Story With Al Letson:

[cosplayinamerica]

Anime conventions and their Yamato roots

by Dave Merrill

“Conventional” (ha ha) wisdom says that the first American convention devoted to Japanese animation was Project A-Kon 1990 in Dallas, Texas. This prototypical event was instigated by a group of Texas anime fans gathered under the banner of Star Blazers’“Earth Defense Command,” a Space Battleship Yamato fan club that grew to embrace all of Japanese animation. As of this writing, Project A-Kon is preparing for its 20th show.

But was A-Kon the first anime convention in North America? No. Not even close. For years, we’d seen references and offhand comments about a “YamatoCon” that was held in the Dallas area years earlier. Were these references true? Our crack team of researchers donned their explorer togs, dusted off their pith helmets, and began the harrowing search for enlightenment. Well, to be honest we sent some emails. Here’s what we found…

The first YamatoCon – that is to say, the first American fan convention devoted to Japanese animation – was held on August 13, 1983 at the Harvey Hotel in Dallas Texas. This one-day affair was the brainchild of Mark Hernandez, Don Magness, and Bobb Waller, each of whom had experience in the Dallas comics/SF fandom community and each of whom put up their own hard-earned cash to make YamatoConhappen. Scheduled the next-to-last weekend before school started, Mark Hernandez remembers the planning being as simple as getting commitments from dealers, finding a venue, and setting a date. Yes, it really is that easy to start a convention.

Programming consisted of the first 26 episodes of Star Blazersrecorded off TV, shown in continuous order (minus commercials, of course) and a bonus Yamato film. This 13-hour Journey to Iscandar (“It was a long day,” says Mark) was a primary attraction at YamatoCon, 1983 being a time when VCRs and blank VHS tape were expensive, collections of Star Blazers on video were hard to come by, and the experience of watching Star Blazers outside the morning or afternoon UHF timeslot was a draw in and of itself.

Star Blazers on video wasn’t the only activity, of course. Like other conventions past and future, YamatoCon had a dealers room consisting of 22 tables of for-sale memorabilia. It might sound small by the standards of 25 years later, but we must remember that anime merchandise of the day – what was available in the States, anyway – hadn’t achieved the tidal wave proportions it would reach in the wake of Robotech, to say nothing of the total saturation of the post-Pokemon, post-Sailor Moon years. Anime merchandise in 1983 consisted chiefly of books and model kits. Roman Albums, Anime Comics, black and white manga volumes, the occasional manga weekly, and other publications streaming from Japan in the wake of the Yamato Boom battled for the anime fan dollar alongside model kits from Yamato, Crusher Joe and My Youth In Arcadia…not to mention the endless ranks of giant robot kits from unseen shows like Mobile Suit Gundam, Dougram, Ideon, and something called Macross.Along with the remnants of late 70s super-robot merchandise sold here as Shogun Warriors, the anime con dealers room in the early 1980s was far from barren. In fact, I still waste my money on that sort of stuff.

Also available at YamatoCon were copies of Mark Hernandez and Don Magness’s Star Blazers fanzine Argo Notes. Future EDC officer/contributor, fan artist and “Between Galaxies” author Logan Darklighter won the model contest with, naturally, a Yamatomodel. It proved to be a pivotal day in Texas anime fandom. Approximately 100 attendees and 8 dealers made the show an unqualified success. Don remembers it this way: “I remember we got to the hotel early and set up the rooms, then went out to breakfast. When we got back, there were 3 young men sitting on the front steps, one of them had a convention flyer. Mark asked if they were there for the con, and they said they were. We went inside and out of their hearing range and had a little celebration. 3 people had come! We had no idea that the place would soon be packed.”

A showing of 100 might not sound like a lot in today’s numbers (“that was about 100 more than we expected,” said Don). However, when considered against the attendance at general SF conventions in 1983 – a time when your absolute largest cons MIGHT draw five or six thousand attendees and your typical Dallas or Atlanta comic book show maxed out at three – YamatoCon‘s ability to nail down that many dealers and customers is commendable.

The show’s importance went beyond the one day; people across Texas and indeed, across fandom as a whole, who were unable to attend or who heard about it after the fact were spurred into action by the mere fact of YamatoCon‘s existence. That such a thing could happen – that Americans could organize and hold a successful anime convention – was both revelation and reassurance. Anime fandom was going to be more than just a video room grudgingly tacked onto the local Star Trek show or a half-page of merchandise in the back of the latest issue of Fangoria.

READ THE REST HERE https://ourstarblazers.com/vault/317/

[geminipixels]

10 years prior in Elmira City

“Why did you bring me to the park, D?”

“Why not? It's a nice Sunday morning, the weather's nice, and you love coming to the park to hang out.”

“Yeah, when we were like 7, maybe. But the park? That's so boring, Dallas.”

“It's not that bad, Kai-”

“You text me first thing in the morning wanting to take me out, I was expecting a karaoke bar or the country club your mom frequents. Not Central Park that barely anyone visits anymore!”

“Kairo, relax. I just thought we could have a simple hangout that isn't wasting my parents money or playing video games. Plus, we haven't hanged out around town in ages.”

“Since when do you care about wasting your parents' money, Dallas? And what's wrong with staying inside and playing minecraft like we usually do?” “Touché about my parents, Kai. But just enlighten my nostalgia for a few hours please and try to pretend you love the park again?”

“See Kairo, isn't this fun? Being outdoors and embracing our inner child again?”

“I guess. Though, I feel too big for these childish games. Can't we play chess or do something else?” “Kairo, do you ever go one day without complaining? But I agree, I'm starting to get too tall for the seesaw.”

“This is more enjoyable, Dallas. Sitting by the pond, sketching baby ducks and the cityscape.”

“Baby ducks? Boring. You and your realistic drawings, Kairo. I'm drawing Aliens abducting those protestors over at city hall.” “I still wonder why I even consider you my best friend at times, weirdo.”

“Okay, so I have big news. Remember that prestigious art school I was telling you about months ago?"

“Yeah, you wouldn't shut up about it for weeks. So what about it."

“Well, my mom and I went to tour it a while back. And she helped me submit my application for their visual arts program. Last night, when she checked her email, they previewed my portfolio and accepted me into the program!” “No way seriously? You were serious about wanting to go to LeFomage? Hell, congratulation Kairo.”

“Why don't you sound that happy for me? I feel like you're not really happy for me, Dallas.”

“I am happy. I mean, you do deserve it. It's just… means you're going to possibly leave me alone with all these weirdos and snobby pricks.”

“Oh my god, Dallas, be serious. Plus, not everyone at our school is that bad.”

“... And I'll have my own dormitory. Hopefully my roommate is nice. Oh! And apparently they have a fantastic theater program too. Like, you know, the famous Matthew Hemming? Apparently he went to LeFomage before he made it big in Bridgeport. God, I love his movies.” “Only you and every mom, maybe. That guy is a grade-A jackass. And gives off weird vibes. And has a very punchable face. But Matthew Hemming aside, I'm happy you're following your dream, Kairo.” “Then why are you giving me that look? Are you upset with me, D?”

“Nah, I'm not upset. Okay, perhaps I'm processing the face next year I won't have my best friend at school with me and that she's going to be at a private school that's 3 hours away. And I'll be forced to hang out with other people. But I'm a little worried you won't remember me or something.”

“That's not true! I'll be home every other weekend to visit. And I still can call and text you. Plus, we still can play video games together. I wouldn't forget you, Dallas.”

“Yeah, okay. That's what you say now. Until suddenly you become too busy and meet cooler and more popular friends, and I get put on the back burner. Plus your memory sucks, and you're a horrible texter.” “Okay, my communication could be better. But you've been my best friend for 9 years, Dallas. I wouldn't forget you that easily. And I promise I'll see you every month when I come back.” “Fine. You better keep your promise, Kairo, I swear.”

Tag list: @sushiikinsss, here's me finally posting the family slowly mamas :)💞

[beardedmrbean]

A Black actor recently spoke out against diversity hiring practices in the workplace, calling them an "insult."

In a lengthy post on X, formerly Twitter, Clifton Duncan detailed his story as an up-and-coming actor and how after 2020 he spoke with a friend who asked if he thinks being Black had anything to do with his success.

"That uncertainty gets to the heart of my issue with diversity hiring," Duncan wrote. "On one hand I'm certain I benefited due to my skin color. It's nice that people were looking to boost minorities like me. On the other hand people of all races have been in my corner since I was 16—long before "Wokeness" emerged. Everyone predicted I had a long career ahead of me, and I fulfilled that promise.

"And that's why I reject 'Diversity' hiring: I never needed it. It's an insult to any minority with a shred of self-respect. It casts a shadow over all I've done, because I'm not sure how much of my success is due to me, and how much is due to white guilt."

The post comes amid ongoing conversations surrounding diversity hiring practices that prompted an online argument between X CEO Elon Musk and Dallas Mavericks part-owner Mark Cuban. Musk recently criticized a diversity, equity and inclusion (DEI) hiring effort made by United Airlines resulting in a response from Cuban and an ongoing argument between the two over the past few days.

In his post, Duncan explained that he earned a Master of Fine Arts degree "from the finest acting conservatory in the US," that accepts only 2 percent of applicants. According to his IMDB profile, Duncan attended Virginia Commonwealth University in Richmond for his undergraduate degree and then was admitted to New York University's graduate program at the Tisch School of the Arts.

"I secured a great agent and was taking meetings with major casting directors before even finishing the program. Over the span of 10 years I managed to build a body of work spanning everything from musical comedy to Shakespearean tragedy," Duncan wrote. "I was working with stars, scoring award nominations, and winning praise from industry legends [including the late Stephen Sondheim—a moment I'll cherish forever]."

Duncan's IMDB profile shows he has starred in the 2020 film Estella Scrooge: A Christmas Carol with a Twist, and several shows such as The Good Fight, NCIS: New Orleans, Elementary and Proven Innocent.

Newsweek reached out to Duncan via email and social media for comment.

[usafphantom2]

When my Dad, Richard “Butch” Sheffield, was flying the B-47, he volunteered for a brand new airplane called the B-58. He lost his spot promotion and had to go back to being a lieutenant. He writes about it in a book he left for his family. I am sharing this for the first time today.

I entered the B-58 Combat Crew Training School (CCTS) as a student. The school was about two months long with academics and simulators. I was crewed with Captain Sparks (Sparky), aircraft Commander (AC), and Lt. Patrick, Defense Systems Officer (DSO).

We soon started flying, and I loved the B-58. The bombing and navigation system, plus the cockpit, were excellent. We became combat-ready fast and were one of the first crews checked out in the aircraft, number fourteen, I believe.

CENTRAL EVALUATION GROUP (CEG)

General LeMay wanted all SAC crews to be changeable. Each crew and crew position was to have procedures alike for the aircraft they were flying in. The Central Evaluations Group (CEG) visited each wing and tested and evaluated the crew force to see if all wings performed the same procedures. To pass CEG was a big deal in B-47’s.

The first B-58 crew to go through CEG

The CEG people wanted to get their foot in the door on this new program, so they decided that they should come in and give a check ride to one of the crews. We were selected.

It was a joke; they didn’t know anything about the aircraft, but they went through the motions and checked us; it was a piece of cake; we passed. So, we became the first B-58 crew ever to pass CEG.

-The first pilot quits, stalls over Dallas

About six months after we became combat-ready, we flew a Mach 2 bomb run on Dallas at night. When the run was over, and we went to start our descent from fifty thousand feet, Capt. Sparks pulled back the power but FORGOT to take the altitude hold off.

The aircraft went into a nose-high stall, and we began to drop quickly; the engine’s compressor stalled, and the generators all went offline. We lost all electrical power; I had only a tiny battery-powered light in the cockpit. The only thing I could see was the airspeed and altimeter. I called the pilot, who said the flight controls had locked up.

It took one hundred and fifteen pounds of pressure to override the autopilot. He was a petite guy trying to override it, not knowing that altitude hold was on. It was a wild ride down. We were falling tail first with very little forward motion.

I decided to eject at fifteen thousand feet as we were trained. At about twenty thousand feet, I felt the nose of the aircraft starting to drop, and he said, I think I have got it (he had overridden the autopilot). Once the nose came down, the engines could be re-started, and we recovered at about ten thousand feet; we landed at Carswell. No one said a thing.

The following day, when I went into the Squadron, everyone was saying, did you hear about “Sparky?” I said no. They said he went into the commander (CO) office this morning and threw his wings on his desk, and said, “I quit!” He then went around the Squadron bad-mouthing the B-58 and telling the other crews they should quit the program, too, because the aircraft was unsafe; the CO told him to get out.

Someone recently asked if I had any B-58 stories, so I saved this beautiful picture of a B-58 and found the story in my dad‘s book. Dad stayed with the B-58s until he was hired away to the SR 71 program in 1964. He had to pass the astronaut physical at Brooks, Air Force Base, Texas and then he arrived at Beale Air Force Base in 1965.~Linda Sheffield

@Habubrats71 via X

[donniesbabygirl28]

Random modern (and not) music Dallas Winston head canons.

Does NOT like Katy Perry, Olivia Rodrigo or anything in that category.

The farthest he is willing to go in that department is Taylor swift.

And look...This man actually kinda fucks with Lana Del Rey.

Like there WILL be a point where you will see him vibing to her music. (and he's Lana del Rey coded so even better)

You can not tell me dal isn't a rap music kind of guy.

Also...I just have to leave this here for y'all to understand.

Dallas Winston is a slim shady fan.

Would love 2pac, Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat, ICP, ect.

Yk, the old school stuff.

He would actually like juice wrld too, bc I mean just look at him.

Can rap pretty good (esp Eminem)

And we love that in a guy.

He just doesn't rap unless he's by himself in the car or he does it without realizing it.

Loves Billy Idol (Hes awesome fr)

You also can't tell me this man doesn't remind you of a aerosmith song, like get with the program love.

Can not stand any kind of operah type music.

Will fight someone over the Aux

has a crush on Doja Cat.

Actually likes nicki minaj

<333333

[dance-world]

Shomari Savannah - Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater

Shomari Savannah (Burtonsville, Maryland) began his dance training under the direction of Monica Harris and went on to train at the Dance Institute of Washington. He is a graduate of the University of the Arts, Philadelphia, PA where he earned a BFA in Dance. 

As a scholarship recipient, Shomari attended summer intensives at the Rock School for Dance Education, Alonzo King Lines Ballet, Dance Theatre of Harlem, and most at The Ailey School from 2013 – 2016 in both the Scholarship and Independent Study Programs. Shomari has been a recipient of the Nadia Chilkovsky Founders Award and the Pennsylvania Ballet’s Choreographic Award, choreographing for Pennsylvania Ballet’s second company in 2015.

He has performed works by a range of choreographers including Alvin Ailey, William Forsythe, Alonzo King, Ray Mercer, Matthew Rushing, Zane Booker, and Meredith Rainey. While at The Ailey School, Shomari performed Memoria by Alvin Ailey with Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater in 2014.

From 2014-16 he performed numerous ballets by established and emerging choreographers as a member of the Ailey Student Performance Group. He has also danced with DBDT: Encore, the second company of Dallas Black Dance Theater, and with the Dallas Opera. In 2015, Shomari joined the Teaching Artist roster of Ailey’s Arts In Education & Community Programs.