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Slight redsign of the 343 halo sniper
Ignore color scheme, just liked while I was Designing it
just some random wednesday content. please enjoy.
someone: i think the world of you and i appreciate you being in my life, you’re smart and talented and beautiful. i love you.
me, a person who is unable to respond well to compliments and has trouble expressing emotions: *finger guns* cool beans
someone: i think the world of you and i appreciate you being in my life, you’re smart and talented and beautiful. i love you.
me, a person who is unable to respond well to compliments and has trouble expressing emotions: *finger guns* cool beans
Fred Hampton Jr visiting his father on Father’s Day…his grave is annually shot by local police
.Some context for this:
-Fred Hampton was a black activist from Chicago – an extraordinary speaker, youth organizer for the NAACP.
-He joined the Black Panthers and shone so brightly that he was made chair of the Chicago chapter when he was only 20.
-He founded the Rainbow Coalition, which brought together Black and Latino activists and radical anti-poverty Catholics. He forged an alliance among major Chicago street gangs to help them make peace and work for social change.
-In 1967, when he was just 19, Hampton was identified by the FBI as a “radical threat.” The FBI tried to subvert his activities in Chicago, sowing disinformation to get the groups he’d drawn together to distrust each other, and getting an FBI plant next to him as a bodyguard.
-(This is part of an illegal FBI program called COINTELPRO, which aimed to paint black civil rights activists (among others) as violent and threatening. If you’ve only seen pictures of the Black Panthers as armed and dangerous revolutionaries, and never heard of their children’s breakfast program, their community health clinics, or their “copwatch” patrols, this is why. It’s because COINTELPRO was a highly successful work of political propaganda.)
-On December 3, 1969, Hampton taught a political education course at a local church, and then several Panthers gathered at his apartment for a late dinner. One of them was the FBI plant bodyguard, who drugged Hampton.
-At 4:45 AM on December 4, a squad of Chicago Police officers and FBI agents with a warrant to search for weapons stormed the apartment. Investigations later showed they fired between 90 and 99 times. The Panther on security detail, Mark Clark, was holding a shotgun. He was shot, and the gun went off into the ceiling. This was the only shot fired by the Panthers.
-Fred Hampton, in another room, didn’t awaken. He was shot in his bed. Twice, in the head, at point-blank range. He was 21.
-Four weeks after witnessing Hampton’s death, his finance Deborah Johnson gave birth to their son, Fred Hampton Jr. That’s him in the photograph, visiting the grave of a father who died before he was born. A resting place riddled with bullets.
You can say what you want about the police “protecting and serving” but, what is shooting a man’s grave PROTECTING? Somebody tell me.
Black Panther leader Fred Hampton’s grave defaced by gunfire shows some things have not changed
Fred Hampton, head of the Chicago Black Panther Party, and Mark Clark, of the Peoria chapter, were shot to death in a December 1969 bloody, pre-dawn police raid on Hampton’s apartment. Hunted by police in the deadly raid, Hampton remains a target for those opposed to his Black Panther advocacy. Hampton’s tombstone is bullet riddled by unknown vandals.
Hampton had been targeted for elimination under a clandestine counterintelligence program called COINTELPRO of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. In Chicago, FBI agent Roy Mitchell falsely informed State’s Attorney Edward Hanrahan’s special police unit that weapons had been moved into Hampton’s apartment.
On December 4, 1969, in a FBI orchestrated raid by Hanrahan’s special squad, Hampton and Clark were shot to death. Fourteen handpicked policemen, armed with twenty-seven firearms including a Thompson submachine and shotguns, converged on Hampton’s apartment at 4:45 a.m. The police fired a barrage into the quiet apartment killing the two Panther leaders and wounding all of the other occupants.
Attorney Paul Wolf has commented on a nearly identical raid in Los Angeles. “Four days after a similar raid on a Panther apartment in Chicago, forty men of the Special Weapons and Tactics squad, with more than a hundred regular police as backup, raided the Los Angeles Panther headquarters at 5:30 in the morning.”
“The similarities between the Chicago and Los Angeles raids are undeniable, with a special local police unit closely linked to the FBI involved in both assaults, spurious warrants seeking “illegal weapons” utilized on both occasions, predawn timing of both raids to catch the Panthers asleep and a reliance on overwhelming police firepower to the exclusion of all other methods. Both raids occurred in the context of an ongoing and highly energetic anti-BPP COINTELPRO, and—as in the Hampton assassination—bullets were fired directly into Pratt’s bed. Unlike the Chicago leader, however, Pratt was sleeping on the floor, the result of spinal injuries sustained in Vietnam.”
In May 1973, a report from an independent Commission of Inquiry into the fatal shooting of Fred Hampton was issued. Chaired by Roy Wilkins and Ramsey Clark, the Commission was sharply critical of law enforcement officials.
“The fact that neither the state’s attorney nor the police have been indicted for their roles in the planning and execution of the raid…raises disturbing questions about the degree to which improper police or prosecutorial conduct is presently subject to any orderly system of correction and control.”
“It is very difficult legally to justify the vast amount of shooting throughout the apartment by police when only one shot can be ascribed with confidence to any occupant.”
“The police who removed the bodies received their instructions from the State’s Attorney’s Office….By moving the bodies in the apartment from the locations in which they died, and then removing them from the premises entirely, the police on the scene severely hampered the coroner’s ability to perform his duty of determining the immediate and underlying cause of death. The inference is compelling that the State’s Attorney’s Office simply did not want a contemporaneous on-the-scene investigation by the Coroner’s Office.”
The role of the FBI in the deadly raid was not then known. Documents later released under Freedom of Information Act litigation revealed agent Mitchell gave the police a diagram of Hampton’s apartment and that Hampton’s bodyguard, William O’Neal, was a paid FBI informant. O’Neal has been suspected of drugging Hampton at supper before the raid to immobilize him.
Over the years there has been growing recognition of the potential that Fred Hampton had to offer the public. A charismatic leader, Hampton had the ability to reach out to others. Sadly, a walk in the cemetery where Hampton is buried reveals that the racism that he opposed is still alive and virulent.
The article is excerpted from my new book, FRAMED: J. Edgar Hoover, COINTELPRO & the Omaha Two story, in print edition at Amazon and in ebook. Portions of the book may be read free online at NorthOmahaHistory.com. The book is also available to patrons of the Omaha Public Library.
The Rainbow Coalition also included the Young Patriots, an organization of younger white Appalachian emigres whom the Black Panthers helped organize in Chicago. The Young Patriots wanted to “reclaim” the Confederate Flag as a symbol of white working class resistance and they asked the Chicago Panthers what they thought. Bobby Lee thought for a moment and told them (I’m paraphrasing) “We’ll support that but just recognize the baggage that flag comes with and be willing to explain who you are, what you’re doing, and what you mean with the flag to everyone who raises an objection.”
ok but if bruce wayne somehow came upon zuko fresh out of banishment he would lose his mind.
black hair? check. bad parent(s)? check. trauma? double check.
bruce: how’d you get your scar?
zuko: my dad got mad at me for saying that killing people is wrong so he lit my face on fire and banished me.
bruce, vibrating with excitement, already pulling adoption papers from his utilility: that’s terrible. how do you feel about capes.
Zuko: Do you mind if I wear this blue demon mask?
Bruce: *sniff, tear in his eye* Not at all.
*Zuko fighting the Joker*
J: "wan na kno w h ow i go t thes e sc ar s"
Z: *rips off mask* i don't give a fuck
I’m still stuck at the “batman has adoption papers in his utility belt”.
“Quick, it’s time to use the Bat-adoption papers!”
Bat-option papers
Okay, but you’re missing the best part of this.
Alfred and Iroh complimenting each other on tea while they discuss their overly dramatic children.
iroh: once, i told zuko that he needs to work on his inter turmoil. he screamed at me that he had no such inner turmoil, and then proceeded to go to a cliff during a thunderstorm to scream at God to strike him with lightning
alfred: master bruce and i have that interaction at least three times per week.
@absentlyabbie
I see your "Alfred and Iroh as tea bros" and raise you "Alfred and Iroh as tea rivals"
Consider
Iroh: you too must learn patience. Boiling the water ruins the delicate flavor of the white jade
Alfred: oh I'm dreadfully sorry - for some reason I expected this tea to have TEA in it
(later)
Alfred: *aggressively laying out full tea service with milk, lemon, sugar, and, just to drive his point in, jam*
Iroh: *dying inside*
excellent addition
hey bruce spent a lot of his bat-study abroad in the far east and has kind of a weeb weapon collection so proposal, what if Bruce appreciates Iroh’s tea
while Zuko is enthusiastic about cream and sugar
further fueling their dad-figures’ passive-aggressive rivalry?
You had me at Zuko vs. Joker, I was crying by the Eastern vs. Western tea service
Wait a minute. Batman and Zuko have the same arch-nemesis.
Mark Hamill
Saw the last comment and my brain would not rest until it happened
this post has everything
this was an enjoyable ride. i liked the scenery very much. smooth suspension, nice height, several fascinating loops. 10/10 would go again.
why would you censor the ops name
women would flock to him otherwise
Yang: My latest dumb thought: “Hmm, I wonder what species of fish lives in the desert”
Blake: Everyday I want to reach inside your head and inspect your brain
Yang: Everyday I hope you won’t do that
Weiss: Everyday I wonder what I did in my past life to deserve listening to you two
Ruby, when she comes back: How did you manage to keep the group together since Atlas got destroyed?
Winter: I didn't. This morning, Ren called me from the other room and when I walked in, my brother shot me with a Nerf gun.
Winter: Then Nora and Emerald tackled Oscar. It was chaos. I don't know how your uncle deals with this.
Qrow: Have kids they said…
Weiss: Who the hell puts out a fire by fanning it?!
Ruby: I panicked ok!!
Nora: Someone get that foam can thingy!
Jaune: A FIRE EXTINGUISHER! IT’S CALLED A FIRE EXTINGUISHER.
Yang: Someone put that out!!
[Glass shatters, collective screaming]
Qrow: …It’ll be fun they said.
Ruby: Don't stress about being fixed because you're not broken
Weiss: Remember your accomplishments and be proud of yourself, of them
Blake: What you're feeling right now is temporary. You won't always feel like this, but you are not alone
Yang: You are enough. You are important. You are worth it. I believe in you
Winter: How did this even happen
Whitley [inside a vending machine]: Doesn't matter. Please help
So I went to the Josh Fight
a summary:
- Two Josh Swains were in attendance. OG Josh, hailing from Arizona
- And Nebraska's own Josh Swain, from Omaha.
(feat. An Audio Engineer doing THE MOST for that sound quality)
-All the local news stations were there
- The majority of attendees were from out of state
- The two Josh Swains battled for supremacy by Rock Paper Scissors duel.
- The victor? Josh Swain, from Arizona. A crushing defeat for Josh Swain, who despite having none of Josh Swain's newfound Twitter Clout, DID have the home team advantage, as well as a Great Look.
- Following the Josh Swain Duel and coronation of the One True Josh Swain, there was an All-Josh pool noodle battle royale
- A brief list of notable Josh Variants I saw in this battle:
Josh Swain (Prime)
Josh Swain (Secondary)
Medieval Josh (full chain mail armor)
Spider Josh (x2)
"Josh Wick" (had pool noodles mounted to two electric drills for spin-attack capabilities)
Furry Josh (A Josh in a fursuit)
Big Josh (A large man with the words "Big Josh" painted on his bare torso, and "Dad Bod" painted on his back. Armed with pool noodle wolverine claws)
Little Josh (A small boy of about 5 years old)
Luchador Josh
Roman Centurion Josh
The rules were simple. Enter the ring and fight honorably (no headshots, no hits below the belt.) If you are hit with a pool noodle, you are dead, having fallen in glorious battle. The last Josh standing would be the winner.
The battle lasted a little over sixty seconds in total. The final victor was....
LITTLE JOSH, THE SMALLEST COMBATANT.
The crowd was going wild. The chanting for Little Josh was deafening. Truly there could have been no better outcome.
pool noodle combat was then opened to the general public, for fun rather than glory.
As for Josh Prime, he seemed like a very cool dude! As of last reporting, he raised $6600 dollars for the Children's Hospital and a truckload of nonperishables for the local food bank alongside the other Josh Fight attendees! He offered masks to any maskless people he met, and did his best to keep things as safe and socially distanced as he could, despite the ungodly amount of people who showed up to this random fucking field outside of Lincoln, Nebraska.
(Also for the Nebraskans: Yes he tried a Runza, and yes he says he enjoyed it.)
So anyway. Shoutout to the one and only Josh Swain.
Willow: I like my ale how I like my husband
Whitley: You only drink wine
Willow: [looks directly into the camera]
Jaune: “Cinder finally won. Are you happy now?”
Neo, starting to cry: *No…*
Neo falls to the ground and cries harder
Jaune, awkwardly pats her head at an arm’s length away: “Oh no. Uh… there, there?’
I just.
You don’t need a reason to not like a ship. You don’t need a reason not to ship a ship, canon or otherwise. You don’t have to prove it’s “problematic” or “abusive” or any of that shit.
You’re allowed to just not like it. You can literally just say “eh, I don’t like it, it’s just not my thing” and that’s valid. You don’t have to explain it or excuse it. Just say you don’t like it and move the fuck on, for fuck’s sake.
I am BEGGING y’all.
but it’s blocking the FUCKING SUEZ CANAL–
/dies laughing/