the entire world saw what he did and he still has the absolute audacity to look surprised
literally just rot in hell pig

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the entire world saw what he did and he still has the absolute audacity to look surprised
literally just rot in hell pig
CPD just killed a fifteen year old child.
a fifteen year old black girl was shot four times in the chest by columbus police in columbus, ohio.
as derek chauvin was found guilty, a black child lost her life to police.
we still don’t know her name, but we’ll scream it the minute we do.
“well that can’t be worse”
except it is.
except this child got jumped by the other girls present. she was afraid for her life enough to grab a knife and call the cops herself.
let me repeat that.
the black child that they killed was so afraid she called the cops herself.
they killed the very person who asked for their help.
and before you flip over the knife, they didn’t even ask her to disarm. they got out and immediately opened fire on her and shot her four times with deadly intent.
did y’all think i was kidding.
COLUMBUS (WCMH) — Columbus Police said one person was killed in an officer-involved shooting on the east side of the city Tuesday afternoon.
her name is ma’khia bryant.
i’m such a small blog but i’m begging y’all to spread this story. i can’t speak directly to this- no matter how hurt and angry and thrown by all of this i am, my voice isn’t the one that matters. i recognize that. but i’m still begging for this to not be overlooked. say her name, remember her- remember that this fight never ended, and keep fighting it.
derek chauvin being found guilty is a victory, but we can’t let that blind us to the fact that this has kept happening and never actually stopped. even if the protests went quiet, that doesn’t mean things changed. we have to hold them accountable and we have to remember those who have died and will continue to die beneath the shadow of everything else that’s happened this year.
my heart is going out to her family.
rest in peace, ma’khia.
Law enforcement is a terrorist organization. I said what I said.
DEREK CHAUVIN WAS FOUND GUILTY ON ALL COUNTS.
i don’t think the trial went our way because the state is sympathetic to us, but because we had a summer of nonstop bugfuck insane visible ‘violence’ to property, in order to get this minor concession (there was something like 15,000 cop murders in the us since 2005, but this was only the 7th conviction in that same time frame).
we have to get scary and bully the people in power in order to get anything done. you’ll be called scary no matter what you do. make their rhetoric more than hollow posturing.
An important summary on the significance of this verdict.
I am aware that Chauvin was found guilty.
I am also aware that Mr. Floyd's death has been spoken of as a "sacrifice," as Speaker Pelosi put it, for justice. A "sacrifice" for justice in this blood-soaked nation-state.
I'm aware of the intent behind that statement; I also do not care, because that? The history in those words right there? Is why liberation work matters.
Because goddamn it, how many living, breathing, Black people have been reduced to "black bodies" and black numbers on spreadsheets and reports, sacrificed to avoid companies and family bank accounts going into the red
How many living, breathing, Black people have been used to keep the this country held upright, their blood made grease for the wheels of iniquity upon which this fucking country runs
How many living, breathing, Black people have been used as sacrifices, occasionally literally, to white supremacy and white fragility and the bottomless black hole that is consumer culture in a white supremacist nation-state
You call George Floyd a human sacrifice to avoid looking at the deferred payments people in power have made on justice
You call George Floyd a human sacrifice, and content yourselves with this, because this country could not afford the cost of justice should it be exacted all at once
Girl, fuck you
I’m glad that Derek Chauvin was found guilty, and I hope it brings even the tiniest bit of peace to George Floyd’s family. But please resist the urge to write those lengthy “racism is over” posts and start patting yourselves on the back and talking about this being a unifying moment. Mr. Floyd isn’t a martyr, and true justice wasn’t served. Chauvin is being held accountable and that is not the same thing as justice.
this is not justice.
this is accountability.
it's good that it happened. it's a start. it's a relief, and a weight off the shoulders of many, and proof that police officers who murder can be held accountable for their actions, and that they cannot act with impunity.
it can't be where it stops.
You Might Be Asexual If:
(obligatory disclaimer: agreeing or disagreeing with one or more of these does not necessarily make you ace or NOT ace, your experience will vary!)
You’re not sure if you’ve ever felt sexual attraction.
You’re not even sure what ‘sexual attraction’ is vs. other types of attraction
You’ve ever had to just pick a person (celebrity or otherwise) that you had a ‘crush’ on in order to fit in with your peers (regardless of gender)
You’ve felt pressured to pursue relationships because “that’s just what everyone does”
You’ve felt pressured to kiss/touch/have sex with someone because “that’s just what everyone does”
Your peers being obsessed with sex makes you feel deeply uncomfortable or excluded
You’ve tried to mimic sex jokes or sexualized behaviors in order to fit in with your peers.
You’ve ever felt like “well, I guess must be bi/pan because my level of attraction towards everyone is the same” (and that sameness feeling isn’t actually, y’know, sexual attraction) (I’m just saying you’d be surprised how many aces start off identifying as bisexual or pansexual and then realize they are bi/pan ace or aro ace)
People having crushes/dating/having sex feels like a joke and you’re pretty sure everyone else is also faking or exaggerating their attractions (but then you realize they’re Not)
There are times when you suddenly remember that other people Fuck in real life, with Each Other, and it’s surreal as hell
The entire topic of sex is repulsive to you, or your just don’t understand why other people care about it so much.
You don’t understand people who complain if they go without sex for X days.
You don’t understand why people cheat (in real life or media), no matter how “hot” the person they cheated with is.
You’re fine thinking about sex as a vague concept, or even other people having sex (especially in fiction and/or on video) but when the topic of sex involves you personally, (or real life people) it’s a big nope.
Sexual jokes, innuendo, or flirting tends to go over your head often.
You have no interest or desire to masturbate and don’t get why other people do.
You enjoy masturbation but you’d be fine going without it.
You enjoy masturbation and can’t understand why some people claim that it isn’t “enough” for them vs having sex.
The idea of the “honeymoon night” (or other implied social sexual contracts, like a date expecting sex in return for dinner/being nice) fills you with dread.
The idea of having sex is strange or upsetting for you.
You enjoy sex but you’d be fine going without it.
You enjoy sex but can’t understand why some people seem addicted to it.
Sex is something you enjoy (or endure) moreso to have intimacy with your partner or because you want them to be pleased.
You’ve ever told someone you don’t want a relationship/don’t want to have sex, and they felt sorry for you or acted like you’re weird even though you’re perfectly happy.
Bonus:
You might be Grey Asexual if:
You’ve definitely felt sexual attraction (maybe) but it’s a rare occurrence
(Not to be confused with having a libido)
You might be Demisexual if:
You’ve definitely felt sexual attraction (maybe) but it was only after getting to know someone really well and only for that person (and even then, it might come and go at times)
If you find many of these things relatable, you might wanna look deeper into asexuality!
*- Please note that whether or not you have a libido is not a qualifying factor for whether or not you are ace. Some aces have zero desire or need to masturbate, for instance, others do masturbate. Some aces will even have sex to satisfy that drive. Feeling aroused is not the same as sexual attraction. This might sound confusing, but trust me it makes sense when you’re in this situation.
*- Also note that whether you have positive feelings towards sex (for other people or yourself), indifference to sex, or are triggered/repulsed by sex, also has no bearing on whether or not you are asexual. Allosexual people can also be positive, indifferent, or repulsed by sex, especially certain actions.
*- Ultimately, you are ace if you don’t experience sexual attraction, but since it’s a really freaking difficult task to recognize the absence of something you don’t even feel, this list might help some aces figure themselves out! ♥
(Feel free to add more! Aphobes and exclusionists, don’t interact)
For those wondering this is 100% real and I’m furious about how funny it is
Just Like the First Time.
I weirdly love that there are crotchety fandom elders around who say shit like “in my day, (insert fandom term) meant this specifically, but now you kids just use it to mean any old thing.”
It seriously gives fandom such a sense of heritage and family, like yes grandma, tell me more about how you had to write fic uphill both ways in the snow when you were my age.
I’m approaching crotchety old grandma.
No but this is me.
DRABBLES ARE EXACTLY 100 WORDS NO MORE NO LESS AND DON’T FUCKING TRY TO TELL ME OTHERWISE.
This is me also. A crackship is NOT the same as a rarepair and the two terms canNOT be used interchangeably.
YOU CAN ONLY HAVE ONE OTP.
It’s literally right there in the name. It is your ONE true pairing.
I get around this one by have one OTP for each fandom. It’s my OTP for that fandom.
I am a crotchety old fandom grandmother and I approve this message
the drabble thing irks me SO MUCH it makes me feel like an old lady yelling at kids on her lawn
#oh fandom #THE DRABBLE THING #DRABBLES ARE 100 WORDS #ONE GODDAMN HUNDRED WORDS EXACTLY #jfc that’s what made them such a fun and interesting challenge #was getting it to exactly 100 words #and the rush of FINALLY getting there after picking and poking #or the sheer dumb joy of nailing it within a word or two on the first shot #so you only had to do the most minor editing #do not give me a fucking 8000 word fic and call it a drabble #ThAT IS NOT A DRABBLE (via @wasoncedelight)
IF IT IS MORE THAN 100 WORDS IT IS A FICLET NOT A DRABBLE OMG WHY DON’T YOU JUST CALL IT A HAIKU WHILE YOU’RE AT IT???
I WILL DIE ON THE DRABBLE HILL!!! GET OFF MY LAWN!!!
WHY DON’T YOU JUST CALL IT A HAIKU WHILE YOU’RE AT IT
I didn’t even write fic except for that one brief period between 2007-8 but I HAVE DONE A LOT OF INTERNET OKAY so even I know this to be true. Fandom culture grandmas are awesome.
All of this.
A squick is not a trigger! Triggers are real and dangerous things for some. Mild discomfort at an idea, theme, or plot point does not fall into that category.
Say it with me, kids: a squick is not a trigger!
I, too, will live and die on Drabble Hill
I failed miserably the last time I wrote a Drabble. I could not get it down below 102 words. Eventually I gave up, and made the first two words the title, Nicholas Was. And then I retired from Drabble writing.
It was a delight to reach the end of this fandom yelling post and find Neil Gaiman
"Witches riding non-broom cleaning implements" gag always funny, congratulations to everyone who has ever made some variant of this joke, please keep making it
thinking abt a witch perched on a roomba, spinning through the air...
I will reblog this every week.
especially this week
You’re a daycare worker, watching over toddlers, when the imminent end of the world is announced. It becomes increasingly clear none of the kids’ parents are going to show up as the end inches nearer.
[Audio starts]
“Mom has been texting me for the last twenty minutes. She wants me to come home. It’s a four hour drive, when the roads are clear, and from what I hear everybody is trying to get somewhere right now. There’s no telling if I’d even-”
“Everybody else has left. All the other kids were picked up, the other staff left. They gave me all the keys. I promised to stay and wait for as long as- well. Even if some of the parents show up, I guess some of them won’t, so I’m just waiting. Until.”
[Clears throat.]
“A couple of people came after everybody left. Peter, one of Aidan’s fathers, gave me three hundred dollars for staying. What am I going to do with money? It’s- anyway. I kind of get it. He wanted to give me something.”
[Audio ends]
[Audio starts]
“They’re all between 2 and 4.” Sniff. “They’re so little. Too little to really- maybe if they were older, I’d have to tell them something. But um. I’m just- trying to stay calm and keep them happy and occupied. I think that’s the best thing, right now.”
[Heaving breaths.]
“I normally use this recorder to help me remember stuff. It’s just, uh, habit to talk to it. I don’t know. They’re napping, right now. I’ve got the baby monitor, they know that if they talk into it, I’ll come, so-”
[Sobbing.]
[Audio ends]
[Audio starts]
“Mom keeps texting, so I blocked her. I sent her a text telling her goodbye, first, but. I do. But these kids need me.”
[Sniff.]
“I tried calling their parents again, but I can’t get anybody. It’s just busy signals. I called the firefighter station, 911. I can’t get through to anybody.”
[Shaky breath.]
“I went out into the yard. Um, I think they can play. It’s nice out, and you can’t really see it yet. Little bit of a glimmer, if they ask I’ll just tell them it’s a plane, but it’s nice out and we’ve got hours before-”
[Murmuring child’s voice, indistinguishable.]
[Audio ends]
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