Fight the Corrupt

a bullet that can silence the words I speak to my mother just because I'm other

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Excuses excuses, I’m trying to like catch up to my replies but I’m having a hella bad night so I’m doing the tasks, message me to plot. 

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Guys I had a shit night at work I might stick to messenger plotting tonight I’m sorry

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notafirecracker:

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now, there was no lower low – no lesser power – than what death brought. she certainly wouldn’t be able to climb her way to the top of she was dead, now would she ?? not in gotham, at least. this new town – this purgatory, this sheol, this mockery – presented a new opportunity: become the first shot-caller ( my god, the place could use one ). that being said, when she heard talk of outlaws, she took notice. “ if marley’s in heaven, we’re all being cheated. the man was a visionary, but a saint ?? marginal difference. ”

Reggie felt shame in how he’d reacted to all of this, he’d died so unexpectedly, just days after nearly getting killed by the gun of a trigger happy man, he was crushed in a mob of his fellow students, beaten to death in a protest made to protect him. “Marley was an angel who could do no wrong in his life.” Though there was one person he knew was dead who he’d far more enjoy seeing than Bob Marley- his dad. “Damn I don’t wanna be in any afterlife without Bob Marley.”

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ofgreen:

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“What the fuck is a tumblr and what the actual FUCK is otherkin?” The girl asked, quirking a brow before rolling her eyes, “Narrow-minded human ass.” Tink drawled, taking her knife from her thigh holster before slitting her wrist, allowing silver blood to drip from it, “SEE, NOT human.  Humans bleed RED, if you didn’t know or should I demonstrate?  Also, if someone was rude to me I would have cut out their tongue, so watch yourself before I start not to like you even more.”

“I’m sorry, did you just call me narrow minded? I’m sorry but what ass-backwards universe do you come from you-” His rant would have continued but fear flickered across his expression when she pulled a weapon. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” He shouted loudly, watching as silver blood dripped from her arm. “Great you aren’t human, still a rude ass white girl, get away from me with this Thirteen Reasons Why bullshit.” When she threatened him he swallowed, she could very well hurt him. It wouldn’t kill him, and what was he gonna do? Call the police? Alive or dead, it was useless. No matter what Reggie wouldn’t hit a girl. Nerves tightening he shook his head. “Get the fuck away from me.”

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justalegilimens:

It was probably because she was at such a heightened emotional state herself, but her defenses were entirely down and she found herself getting a very clear mental picture of what had happened to him. He was obviously thinking back to it and it was difficult to keep wallowing in her own problems when faced with something so truly awful from another’s past. The tragedy and brutality of it hit her sensitive heart hard. Her eyes began brimming with tears, but she managed to keep them from falling. Always having been a physically affectionate person she reached out a hand and placed it on his upper arm without thinking, so overcome by sympathy that it didn’t matter to her they were strangers. “I’m so sorry…”

Reggie knew there was danger in showing any kind of weakness to anybody. It could be used against him. He knew once people perceived him as weak, that was how it would be with them. “Why are you talking to me like this?” Kindly, non-judgmentally, like a breath of fresh air despite how rude he’d been to her in simply just asking how old she was when she’d died. Still he felt overwhelmed and for the first time since he was dying he felt breathless. He cringed, shying away from her hand, after all the non-friendly white hands that had been placed on him, despite this girl’s kindness he was unwilling to take a risk. “Why are you here?” He asked, his tone pained. “You’re too nice to be here, why are you here?” 

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ofgreen:

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“Fuck, you’re boring.” Tink listened as the man drawled on, “Honestly, I’m not fucking shocked you’re here with how much COMPLAINING you do.” She drawled, “Plus, I’m not even fucking human so you can suck my dragon dildo I have back at my place and I hope you choke on it.  Whoever decided to put you down here must have REALLY not wanted your fucking mouth with them, ass.”

“Wow, a rude ass white girl, never expected anyone to act like you before. Let me guess, someone was rude to you on tumblr so now you gotta tell someone else to shut the fuck up?” Reggie sneered, sitting up in his chair as he looked at her. “Take your otherkin ass somewhere else if you aren’t willing to hear me complain, because I got plenty to bitch about.” 

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justalegilimens:

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She felt her stomach clench at his question, removed for the moment from her concern for him as she was reminded of her own horrible demise. Dueling had never been her strongest suit, truth be told she hated violence and had been fairly closed off to the idea of even using curses defensively. It hadn’t mattered anyway, she’d been hexed from behind- hadn’t even seen who her attacker was before they had cast the killing curse. “I… I was 27.” She replied, attempting to keep her voice level and her thoughts away from the vividly awful memory, shifting the focus to him. “You were younger.” It wasn’t a question, but it was coated with empathy.

He’d upset her, and he could see that. Though Reggie was hardedned on his shell, he felt bad. No matter how it’d been when they were alive, somehow each of these people had died, and this girl was only twenty-seven. Just thinking of that Reggie felt a pain in his heart for her. He couldn’t be a tough-guy all the time. “I was nineteen.” He stated when she told him that he was younger. Nineteen, he was just nineteen. He was a college student, a sophomore. He couldn’t legally drink yet. His life had been cut too short, his innocence stripped away when a gun had been pointed at him, and then ended at a protest stating that shouldn’t have happened. It was not a bullet that killed Reggie Green, it was a bunch of riled up frat boys. Boys he’d once considered friends, or at least, fellow students. Swallowing he realized the girl hadn’t said much. “I shouldn’t be here.”

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justalegilimens:

Queenie’s head tilted sympathetically as she studied him for a moment, unable to help the troubled snippets she was gleaning from his mind. “You’re not in Hell.” It was nice to have at least one reassuring thing to say. “But -I’m sorry to be the one to tell you- this ain’t heaven either.” 

There was something reassuring about the words 'You're not in hell.' Though Reggie wished they meant more. The reality was, heaven, hell, and this sick in between, for the rest of forever Reggie was gonna be a dead kid. He was taken too young, too early, he was only nineteen. "Don't matter where I am. I ain't alive." Cautiously letting his guard down ever so slightly exposing truly to others what he was, just a kid. "How old were you when you died?"

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ofpeterpcn:

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A SHARP LAUGH. “ha, if you did nothin’, whatcha even doin’ here ? ” innocent question seems less so as peter’s dark eyes narrow at the man. “ you ain’t no angel —— ” and then he chuckles again, laughter lines softening his features ; expression less WICKED in a FLASH. “ you like bein’ told what to do ? —— i don’t do nothin’ for no one. ” and neverland was peter’s place to roam F R E E.

“Never said I was an angel, I said people get away with murder and I was taken down for nothin’ you know it’s true no kid my age, or yours, should get killed.” Reggie explained, though his voice did not become any more kinds. “Course I don’t like bein’ told what to do, but I don’t have that light-skinned-privelage of being assumed innocent whenever I undermine authority.” He ticked. “Have fun doin’ nothing for no one, ain’t so fun when the gun’s turned on you.” 

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banshccscream:

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Lydia wasn’t mad or surprised that she was in this place. After all, she had seen her own death coming. In all fairness, she had expected anything but this city and while it was not to her liking at all - there was not a single designer store, how as Lydia Martin supposed to live? - it couldn’t be much worse than actual life in Beacon Hills. However, observing people’s behavior as she did now, it drove her slightly mad. “Yeah, stomping your feet like a little kid. That’s gonna help.” She pursed her lips, shrugging. “Haven’t met Bob Marley, hate to disappoint you. But outlaws? Pretty sure you’ll find them everywhere.”

Reggie had gotten incredibly used to people telling him that how he reacted to things was not the right way. “Yeah heard the floor’s a real sad sack, guess I been bullying it too much. Cuz’ you know, I’m a real motherfuckin’ tyrant for stompin’ my feet. How do you know I wasn’t starting a squaredance or something.” Reggie huffed, looking at the girl. “I think what I seen, there’s not many outlaws. It’s like a prison, you expect it to be full of murderers and all but it’s mostly guys who got caught with pot like 30 years ago. Boring guys go to hells while the real outlaws are all still alive.”

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sorryheathcr:

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     the girl shrugged her shoulders as she glanced over at the man, crossing her arms over her chest tightly. “ yeah, don’t you just HATE when people don’t respect your ass after all you have done for them ?? && suddenly the next day, you got thrown into the devil’s pit forever for stupid ass reasons. “ the frustration was present in her tone. heather definitely wasn’t the purest angel back on earth && maybe she wasn’t even a good person.. but she didn’t deserve to have her place in hell; she was only so young !!

His eyes flickered as he glanced to the girl and then crossed his arms over his chest in response to her action.·“Ruins my whole week.” He scoffed.·“Don’t care about the respect, comes with the territory. I’ve known my whole life I’d probably go under appreciated beneath a white guy but this… this is fuckin’ stupid.” He huffed, his voice pained.·“Figured I could at least go to heaven.”·

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ofpeterpcn:

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“ WE’RE ALL OUTLAWS HERE . ” chesire-grin plays on his lips as he kicks a rock toward the other. “ no rules. ” at least none that peter followed. “ no one tellin’ us what to do. ” at least no one that peter listened to. “ it’s almost as good as neverland —— ” a snicker punctuates his statement like the mere idea was R I D I C U L O U S.  

Reggie grunted, looking at the boy who spoke to him with dark eyes, frustration clear in his expression. “Yeah, we’re all outlaws here. Guess for some of us though it was that way when we were alive.” He huffed. “I watched people get away with murder, and I get taken down for nothing...” He scoffed. “Neverland, tell me, you enjoy living like that? What’s it do for you?”

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A  h o b b y,                      he hummed aloud, the vibrastions creating an eerie, electric tone to the                         atmosphere. Seeming to consider this, the Joker cocked his head to one side                      and took in the other man, closely. “May I… borrow your NEEDLES?”                   Then he burst out in a high-pitched laughter, hopping from one foot to the other.

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     “Man.” 

   Reggie huffed as he looked at the person he was speaking to, raising an eyebrow. Judging from his giant reactions, he clearly was in his own little world of weird. Whatever he was doing, Reggie was having none of it. When he himself tended to be loud and proud, he was condemned for it, while this man was actively acting like a clown. Creepy ICP Motherfucker.

     “I don’t got any needles, too close to a weapon and I don’t wanna be seen with no old lady weapons. You can like... mess up some yarn though.”

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We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, among these - life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, unless you’re loud and Black and possess an opinion, then all you get is a bullet, a bullet that held me at bay, a bullet that can puncture my skin, take all my dreams away, a bullet that can silence the words that I speak to my mother just because I’m other. A bullet held me captive, gun in my face, your hate misplaced. White skin, light skin, but for me, not the right skin. Judging me with no crime committed. Reckless trigger finger itching to prove your worth, by disproving mine. My life in your hands, My life on the line. Fred Hampton. Tamir Rice. Rekia Boyd. Reggie Green? Spared by a piece of paper, a student ID that you had to see before you could identify me, and set me supposedly free. Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, for some of us, maybe. There’s nothing self-evident about it.

-Reggie Green

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“Figures.” Reggie hit his foot hard on the ground, knowing that it would draw some attention to him. “Fight all my life and then look at this, course it’s Hell, I’ve seen so many white people around here... at least tell me there’s someone cool here, like, outlaws, or like Bob Marley... who’m I kidding. Marley’s gotta be in heaven.” 

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“The questions, questions are all the same, but let me tell you something. The whys & hows don’t mean squat now,          do they?                       The question is: what now?”

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“The fuck’re you going on about?” Reggie snapped as he heard this man who seemed to be talking to him. “Goin’ on with all this juggalo nonsense, what now? Now you find a nice hobby. Try knitting. Sounds like a good what now to me.” 

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Look Another Intro Post

Hey y’all I’m Skyler I’m playing Reggie Green (Dear White People) as well as @mynamewasandre. So for this intro I’m gonna do a list mixing facts and headcanons. 

- So Reggie is pretty woke, and he lives (afterlives?) for that. His life (afterlife) was and remains dedicated to his passions for equality and for justice. 

-Now personality wise, Reggie is a pretty loud and proud person. He’s incredibly smart and while he was alive studied programming. He takes after his father who was a fierce fighter for freedom. Though Reggie does have a secret passion for poetry, he writes it, he recites it, but he holds it personal to him. 

-Reggie tends to be impulsive as well as quick to anger. While he does try to bite his tongue at times, since finding Sheol he’s realized two things: 

     1. Utah Purgatory is the least woke place he’s ever been. 

     2. “What’re you gonna do, kill me?” 

-Now despite being adamant to fight for the rights of all around him, Reggie does love to have fun. He likes to roast bad movies, he likes to laugh, and he LOVES trivia. 

-Harambe memes, will never be old to him as long as they aren’t dragging any movements he’s a part of. 

-While he’s sarcastic a lot of the time, due to events leading to the end of his life, he tries not to be outright mean. 

-He fights with words, not his fists.