Rude and Still Ginger

My name's Shannon. I write a lot. I like reading, GIFs, the BBC, and quality American poetry.

[blue-le-q]

Things come along like this that make the internet so special, I AM IN FUCKING TEARS

[rudeandstillginger]

someone: what's up

me: i am not comfortable telling you what is happening in my life, how about you

[hshxhxkskxjdjajjaajsjsk]

[mxrmaidqueen-deactivated2019041]

I need about 24,000 of these please

[sicksadfaeiry]

I still dont understand how you can ruin someone and go about your daily life like it was nothing

(via mymoonsfarside)

[oglaighnaheireann]

On this day: November 21st, 1920 - Dublin’s Bloody Sunday

A day of carnage in Dublin in an increasingly bitter and bloody Irish War of Independence; in total, 31 people were killed. Early in the day, Michael Collins ‘Squad’ and the Dublin Brigade wipes out much of British Intelligence in Dublin. Hours later, British troops take horrible revenge.

In a superbly executed guerilla operation, Michael Collins dispatched his agents to assassinate fourteen British spies (members of the Cairo Gang) in Dublin, effectively crippling the British information system. Not all of those killed were spies or intelligence agents, but it seems all were military personnel.

Collins was a ruthless, unforgiving warrior who wrote of the killings: “By their destruction the very air is made sweeter. That should be the future’s judgment on this particular event. For myself, my conscience is clear. There is no crime in detecting and destroying, in war-time, the spy and the informer. They have destroyed without trial. I have paid them back in their own coin.”

The violence did not end there. In an act of revenge that forever stains the British military, a mix of RIC and British Auxiliary forces drove to Croke Park, Dublin where a large crowd was watching Dublin play Tipperary in a football game. The RIC and Auxiliaries fired into the crowd. Twelve people died, including, Michael Hogan of the Tipperary team.

The violence did not end there. Three IRA men captured on the day (Peadar Clancy, Dick McKee and Conor Clune) were killed that evening while “attempting to escape” Dublin Castle.

Overall the terrible day was a huge morale boost for the Irish independence effort and a disastrous and criminal blunder by the British who only succeeded once again in galvanising Irish opinion even more. It also highlighted the military genius of Michael Collins.

[brbjellyfishing]

shoutout to highkeychildish on Twitter for posting this

[krxs10]

More Than Half the Nation’s Governors Say Syrian refugees Not Welcome In 27 U.S. States

More than half the nation’s governors – 27 states – say they oppose letting Syrian refugees into their states, although the final say on this contentious immigration issue will fall to the federal government.

Among these 27 states, all but one have Republican governors.

The announcements came after authorities revealed that at least one of the suspects believed to be involved in the Paris terrorist attacks entered Europe among the current wave of Syrian refugees. He had falsely identified himself as a Syrian named Ahmad al Muhammad and was allowed to enter Greece in early October.

Some leaders say they either oppose taking in any Syrian refugees being relocated as part of a national program or asked that they be particularly scrutinized as potential security threats.

Authority over admitting refugees to the country, though, rests with the federal government – not with the states – though individual states can make the acceptance process much more difficult, experts said. American University law professor Stephen I. Vladeck put it this way: 

“Legally, states have no authority to do anything because the question of who should be allowed in this country is one that the Constitution commits to the federal government.“ 

But Vladeck noted that without the state’s participation, the federal government would have a much more arduous task.

“So a state can’t say it is legally objecting, but it can refuse to cooperate, which makes thing much more difficult.”

#StayWoke

[krxs10]

Floridas on the list of states that don’t wanna take them in how shocking 😒

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[marauders4evr]

D O   Y O U   H E A R   T H E   P E O P L E   S I N G ?

[marauders4evr]

Anonymous Asked: So what would the story be for your modern Les Miserables AU?

It would literally be the same exact story. Valjean commits a minor crime. He ends up spending 19 years in prison for said minor crime. He ultimately turns his life around, meets a prostitute, and raises her daughter, all while a community of oppressed people are rising up against police tyranny.

[marauders4evr]

The film opens up with a few great shots of New York City.

It finally settles on a high-security prison.

The inmates, mostly black, are all singing ‘Look Down.’

We learn that the one prisoner stole a loaf of bread when he was a teenager and has been in prison ever since. The white cop refers to him as 24601, among other slurs.

Valjean is finally able to escape.

He wanders the city during a montage, while sad music plays. He’s shown applying for several applications. He has to check ‘Yes’ every time that the question asks if he’s ever been convicted. He’s shown renting a crummy apartment. He’s shown buying a phone and putting the number down on applications. There are several back-to-back shots of him filling out applications and the phone not ringing. He’s finally kicked out of his apartment.

He’s seen wandering the streets until a kind man invites him into a homeless shelter. (For some reason, I can see this man being played by Morgan Freeman.) The man gives him something to eat and lets him sleep on a cot for the night. Valjean wakes up, steals something of value, and runs away. He gets about, oh, a block or so before the cops catch up and start brutally beating him. The owner of the homeless shelter races out and vouches for Valjean. Cue ‘What Have I Done?’ which is sung as a shocked Valjean wanders through the streets of New York City. At long last, he decides to turn his life around. His phone rings.

Transition!

It’s a few years later.

We see shots of rundown buildings and alleyways filled with the homeless.

The camera finally rests on a really over-crowded factory. It zooms into a window. All of the workers are black. All of the workers are exhausted.

‘At The End Of The Day’ plays.

There’s a fight as the workers slut-shame Francine.

The owner assaults her and fires her when she says that she’s going to sue.

She goes to a lawyer anyway but the lawyer becomes too preoccupied as he recognizes one of the cops in his hallway. Fantine leaves and we get a bunch of really sad shots of her being forced to sell herself. (’Lovely Ladies’ and ’I Dreamed A Dream’)

Meanwhile, Valjean has become a moderately successful lawyer (just roll with me here) who is shocked to learn that he has to work with Javert. Javert doesn’t recognize him. Things are still tense. When walking home one night, Valjean stumbles upon Javert arresting Fantine for assaulting a white guy who “must have taken a wrong turn”. Valjean realizes that he turned down her case and that this is his fault. He takes her to a low-income hospital.

Meanwhile, Javert says that they finally caught Prisoner 24601. He sends Valjean an email asking Valean to prosecute. Valjean is thrown into an existential crisis. (’Who Am I?’) He finally replies that he cannot and admits everything. He quickly packs up and has just enough time to stop by the hospital and say goodbye to Fantine before Javert shows up.

There’s a fight and Valjean escapes.

He runs through the streets of New York City before finally finding an address that Fantine told him. It turns out to be a rundown foster home owned by two drunk, abusive, jerks. Cosette is seen sadly singing ‘Castle On A Cloud.’ Valjean takes her away.

Javert is seen walking across the rooftops of New York City, singing ‘Stars’.

Transition!

Okay now’s where it gets really fun!

You see a bunch of black college students getting together and talking about how much the police brutality is escalating. (’At The End Of The Day Reprise’). They finally decide that they need to do something about it. (’Red and Black.’) Show one of the students, Marius, falling in love with a now grown Cosette. ‘A Heart Full Of Love’. Meanwhile, Eponine walks through the rainy streets of New York City and sings ‘On My Own.’ But who cares about her lonely soul, we strive towards a large goal! Meanwhile, the cops know that this group of students are going to start protests so they’re seen preparing this outrageously militaristic equipment. Show a bunch of back-to-back shots of the students preparing their nonviolent strategies while the cops basically create an army. Have them sing ‘One Day More’.

Cut to the next day.

The black college students are having a non-violent sit-in on the streets. They sing ‘Do You Hear The People Sing?’ Tear gas is thrown by one of the cops. All hell breaks loose. It’s basically a battle-scene. They’re shown running through the streets, facing the horrors, dropping like ‘flies’. The police even kill Gavroche. You see shots of social media and the news crews covering what’s happening. The audience is saying, “Wait…” but it’s all happening so fast that their suspicions cannot be confirmed. Valjean is able to get Marius and Cosette to safety. Javert realizes the horror that he has caused and he jumps to his death. Everyone else is killed by the rest of the police.

Transition to a few months later but the brutality is still going on. Valjean dies (”Epilogue”) while reports are being played of the senseless violence that these unarmed black teenagers faced.

It takes the audience a moment to realize that the reports aren’t fictionalized.

The movie literally ends with real reports by CNN, FOX, ABC, NBC, etc. You see footage of real cops brutalizing real people. All of this is happening as ‘Do You Hear The People Sing (Reprise)’ is playing…..

[guardians-of-the-anime-deactiva]

Holy. Crap. You sir have a Sundance award on the horizon…

[milkshimmy]

@jo-marching

[rudeandstillginger]

19

he called my body 

disgusting, and i thought

it had saved me.

as he piled on

the weight of

one bottle, two arms, two legs,

a hand around my throat,

my brain and body

agreed to go limp.

the word crowded in

between every nerve ending and synapse.

and i took time

to thank God--

strong, toga-wearing, grey-beard God--

who loved virgins so much

that he would only let

this man take every other fiber

of my dignity

while i stayed disgusting, pure and already bleeding.

Thank God.

god and I broke up after that.

I had to take his teeth out

so that he would stop smiling at me

once a month

between bites taken out of my abdomen.

i got sick of being

his, pure and simple.

the night terror dances

with my one-track-minded Savior

woke me in one-too-many cold sweats,

so I lost it out of spite.

And What I Made Was Good.

at nearly the full refund price,

I look my flesh back over the counter

and disallowed gold Catechism labels

so that I might feel safe,

alone again.

love worked, so I loved myself

and it worked.

one fine day, am man asked to love me so

I let him

light fires in me and steady

the meter of phrasing I had used

to describe myself.

these pressure points

were new, different, even fresh,

which left me shocked 

that they still somehow belonged

to my body and to me.

with the dawn of law school applications 

and full-time work, 

my regular reminders

of blood setting me free

came along with less frequency,

so much so that 

I could feign surprise at the trigger.

the man still loved me

when he was assigned

a safe perimeter

or told not to touch my neck

or asked not to say “please” 

or to ask.

so I let him love me.

i loved him truly, madly, deeply--

or at best, with new passion--

even on the day

I thought I loved him enough

to take the glass and gold frame

off that night.

this man,who loved my old god and me,

called a disgusting body beautiful,

and I saw red again

as my timeline twisted in on itself.

i heard an old attacker’s words

and the old attacking Word,

forcing me, facedown and fetal-crouched

to accept the expiration of my worth at the heed of those hands.

[rudeandstillginger]

#datenight (at The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York)

[rudeandstillginger]

I moved to New York for the celebrity spottings @stellathetherapydog (at Mercy College)

[rudeandstillginger]

In my mind, I call you home. (at Wilkens Fruit and Fir Farm)

[rudeandstillginger]

We picked the right day for the his adventure 🍏🍎🍏🍎🍏🍎#westchester (at Wilkens Fruit and Fir Farm)

[rudeandstillginger]

My neighborhood is cuter than yours, and I have proof #westchester🍂🍃🍁 (at Dobbs Ferry)

[rudeandstillginger]

😏😏

[rudeandstillginger]

From Bryant Park to #bwayflea with the best (at Times Square, New York City)