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I WILL DO WHAT I WANT THANKS (prof pic by @kaddppa)

[pururin]

[micro-usb-deactivated20230625]

this is the only day you can reblog this post until 2023

[cyprith]

“not all cops”

I work in a non-restraint facility for special needs kids (21 and under) with extreme behavioral issues. I’m talking real violent stuff. Sixteen and twenty-one year old boys who can (and do) home-run swing desks at your head.

As a non-restraint facility, we are trained to respond to these outbursts in the most non-threatening, non-confrontational way possible, while still protecting both the bystanders and the person currently attacking us.

We are monitored every second of our shift to make sure the safety and dignity of our clients is maintained, especially–and just let me emphasize this–the safety and dignity of the person attempting to hurt us. Their right to be treated fairly and with empathy is not forfeit just because their brain chemistry fucked them up today.

We have to be calm, regardless.

We have to be gentle, regardless.

We can never respond with any kind of force, ever.

Those rules apply to all the staff, all the time, no matter what.

So when I hear bullshit about how somebody “reached for their waistband” or they were “resisting,” when I hear yet another police officer got off because the situation was “scary” or he “feared for his safety” or whatever the fuck, I lose my shit.

You wanna talk about how you were frightened for your safety, walking up to someone in the middle of a psychotic episode? Yeah, well, I’ve been there. Pretty regular–probably twice a week, at least–no gun, no taser, with guidelines that state I cannot even use my fucking thumb because that’s considered “grabbing” and therefore a “restraint.”

And you know what? I’ve walked away from every one of those. I haven’t died. I’ve never even been seriously injured. We defused the situation in ways that didn’t involving riddling the other participant with bullets and at the end of the day, everyone went home. Go fucking figure.

And yet–and fucking yet–I keep hearing “not all cops.”

“Not all cops” are bad. “Not all cops” shoot innocent people .3 seconds after rolling up on the scene. “Not all cops” are racist fuckbags, misusing power for a personal joyride. “Not all cops” rape people at gunpoint (and get off scott-fucking-free).

Yet, at my place of employment, somehow everyone is calm in a crisis. Somehow everyone responds to violence with non-violence. Somehow everyone is always able to act like a goddamn compassionate human-being in the middle of the worst kind of street fight–

but you’re telling me that cops, people paid to protect, can’t all do what I do?

You’re telling me that cops, trained to respond to crises, can’t all respond to the same crises, with the same skill, that I do?

And you’re telling me that cops have to stick together in the face of these “potentially false” accusations. That cops have to support each other, no matter what, because their job is dangerous or whatever. That yeah, some cops, but ~actually, sweetie, not all cops~

Fuck that noise. My job is dangerous, too. But you better believe that if anyone sees a member of our staff breaking regulation, their ass gets reported immediately. That person loses their clearances; they can no longer be hired in the field, anywhere. There’s no moving to another district. There’s no finding another location. We make it stop.

So until every cop is cleaning house, until every cop stops this strategically blind bullshit, until every cop refuses to stand by and watch the rampant abuse and corruption inherent in this system, until all the bad cops are weeded out and unemployable–

Until that moment, then yeah, all cops.

[cyprith]

I wrote this in 2015. Five years ago, I thought we’d have made some sweeping changes by now.

[katerinapetrova]

to all my black friends, mutuals and followers on here:

[radscorpionsteak]

Courier Six, Melanie “Mel” Abeyta.

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[astrayjayy]

God I want to be more active on tumblr

[astrayjayy]

barney calhoun is a simp

[wolfmons]

[the-mothership-has-landed]

House Shenanigans

*Gryffindor sitting on the opposite side of the desk from Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff*

Ravenclaw: *reading Gryffindor’s resume* Says here you’re proficient at fighting ghost?

Gryffindor: *feet kicked up. Arms behind head* Yeah.

Slytherin: *looking over Ravenclaw’s shoulder* But…*looking up* This place isn’t haunted.

Gryffindor: *finger guns* You’re welcome.

Ravenclaw and Slytherin: *looks directly at the camera like Ben from Parks and rec*

Hufflepuff: Holy shit!

[igetso-high]

Person A: *getting dragged away by demons*

Person B, unaffected: It’s just the wind, get up A

[ask-aph-ghosthunters]

This can probably apply to canon as well

[wanologic]

If I had an explanation I’d give you one.

[valtsv]

just spent an hour making guardian angel memes for absolutely no reason

[valtsv]

[digitalzzombie]

You got possessed by your angel whose good at memes

[gamechangershow]

What People Think Millennials Are Like Vs What They’re Actually Like

[greysdawnb-deactivated20180104]

THANK YOU

[phatwithanf]

And then us gen z are the more bitter version of this

[frnkieroismydaddy]

Fucking preach

[cheaphalloweencostume]

[caseyd1a]

[plancinginthemoonlight]

I feel so called out

[fuks]

[earthybitchywitch]

SPITE

[captain-snark]

dude: we have to

GF: we could just…pretend and make noises by the wall–

dude: *popping cap on lube* No other choice

[sidsinning]

power move

[andhumanslovedstories]

I’m sorry this is the last of the Halloween store blogging but everything here is funny to me, the aggressive normcore hair they are attempting to sell me, the dead look in this adult’s eyes, the tepid smile, the “similar to human hair” that is somehow the most ominous phrasing, the idea that I would pay $14.99 plus tax to purchase a bowl cut

[m0nk3y-bl0g]

[loveydoveykirk]

twitter canceled

[scoutdoesstuff]

It becomes a pattern in the aftermath. 

Bruce has set up a makeshift lab in Wakanda, while the world takes stock of their dead and Wakanda mourns for their king. Bruce isn’t doing anything important, but he needs to do something, so he studies Wakanda’s vibranium supply and attempts to keep Shuri busy. 

Otherwise, the grief might just be too much for the both of them to bear. 

Bruce also tries very hard not to think about Tony and what form of matter Tony may or may not be at this very moment. He’s only moderately successful. 

It’s on the third day of the second week after half of the world has turned to ash that Thor brings Bruce a little green snake. Bruce is baffled, but he tried to be polite about it. Bruce is heartsick, though, so that makes everything a little harder. 

Then Thor asks for Bruce to see if the snake is Loki, and it takes every bit of willpower Bruce Banner poses to not burst into tears. Thor is so strong and so keen to smile, he makes it so easy for everyone to forget that he has lost nearly everything. 

Bruce pokes at the snake without any further complaints. When nothing happens, the grief on Thor’s face is unimaginable. 

Bruce begins spending time with both Thor and Shuri, in a desperate attempt to combat his own grief by combatting theirs. 

All the while, every second or third day, Thor brings Bruce a small green animal and asks Bruce to see if it his lost brother. Bruce checks every time, with care and precision, but the result is always negative. It’s awful for both of them, but Thor can’t seem to stop and Bruce doesn’t know how to make him. 

This pattern holds for a few weeks, until Thor brings Bruce a beaten and battered lizard. It’d been burned somehow and it looked like one of its limbs had been badly broken. When Thor presents it to him, Bruce honestly isn’t sure if Thor had just brought the little thing to Bruce to see if it could be saved. 

“Could you check?” Thor asks, the question quiet and hurt after so many weeks of negative results from Bruce’s prodding and poking. 

“Of course,” Bruce says softly, adding his portion of the call and response. 

He gingerly picks up the lizard, as the poor also looks like he’d been through the wringer, and gives him a quick once over. Bruce’d been right about the broken leg and the burns were pretty –

The lizard fucking turns into Loki. A damaged, burnt Loki who scuttles backward on a broken leg while spitting blood. 

Thor bursts into tears. Bruce bursts out laughing. Everyone has their own way of processing grief and shock and grief turned into shock, apparently. 

It’s later, when they’ve gotten Loki a little patched up, convinced Okoye not to kill Loki (”He tried to destroy the world!” she says – “He’s gotten better,” Bruce says), and Thor’s eyes were mostly dry, that Loki finally says through clenched, bloodied teeth: 

“They’re in a pocket dimension.”

“Who?” Bruce whispers, stunned. 

“Everyone. I told him he’d never be a god. He was just a warlord playing at being something powerful. He should’ve fucking listened.”

[and-a-pidgey-in-a-wepear-tree]

JUST THIS ONCE, ROSE, EVERYBODY LIVES