#and hello!!

[candyheartedchy]

Hi, Chy! <3

What is Coraline's opinion on Man Ray and Dirty Bubble?

Like SpongeBob, she grew up watching the Merman Man & Barnacle Boy show, so at first she was starstruck to see them, until finding out how much trouble they given her man.

[thenamesallison]

@a-rao liked for a starter!

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"Whoa, shit!" Ally had been flying as she always did in the mornings, soaking in the warm air from an early sunrise, when she was suddenly met with a broad chest. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I don't usually have to worry about traffic up here, and there was a cute flock of ducks down below..." She looked up at the fellow flyer, face flush with embarrassment. "Hi."

[fullsunsunoo]

Rie & Junji | 'because' MV behind

[chronic-paragon]

"Tell me. What is the true embodiment of Value?"

"Value? Do you mean to ask what embodies what I value?" That's a broad question, especially coming from President Valentine. There are many things she values, such as kindness, love for others, and protecting the precious life on the planet. But...There are two things she wants to bring up to him. If she must only tell him of a few things, then she will focus on that.

"I value many things, if that is what you mean. Two of them are freedom and justice...These values that this country claims to hold in such high regard." A laugh breaks up her words. Harmony has to laugh. She would scream or cry otherwise. It is hard to keep the hurt and fury contained in front of the man: The president himself. 

It is likely that Funny Valentine had no part in the nightmare she and many others live in every day. Perhaps it is unfair to be so angry with him. But he has taken the mantle as president and many of his predecessors have shamelessly sought to destroy her people.

He must know! He must know of the torment the government brought to the First Nations. If he knew, then maybe, just maybe...There will finally be change.

"These are embodied in many, many ways. The freedom to live in peace with nature is one way. The freedom to raise our children with our languages, values, and beliefs. Freedom to live without fear of suppression of abuse, poverty, violence, and death. Justice for the women and girls of my tribe and of other Indigenous nations who went missing or murdered...Justice for the children who suffered in boarding schools and learn to be ashamed of who they are...Some of them never made it home. Left in unmarked graves and those who are found are the lucky few...Did you know that? Some were taken away from their parents by force and that still happens today!" Slender hands clench to fists at her sides as she continues. Rage rises within her like insatiable flames as she looks at Funny. The young woman steps closer, her silver gaze not moving away.

"We deserve justice for losing our ancestral lands! We deserve justice for the raids soldiers committed in our villages, killing women, children, and the elders in the process! We deserve justice for being forced to live in poverty and grave illnesses! Every day, my heart aches to see my relatives suffer from colonialism! I had loved ones die by the government's hand, and for what? For freedom and justice?"

"What about OUR freedom? OUR justice?!" Her usually soft and gentle voice is sharp and much louder. She continues, wanting him to hear her, hear her people's pain.

"I ask you, Mister President! Where are they? Come to my hometown or to any reservation or tribal community and see what generations of oppression have caused in the name of what you call freedom and justice. Isn't that supposed to be for all, or for the privileged? What would you do about it? Will you stand by like the presidents before you, or will you hear our voices and join our fight for our freedom and justice?"

@those-ofjustice

[stygicniron]

nofable asked:

“if  you  can’t  beat  them,  dress  better  than  them.” from mr carter kane

Well, You’re not Wrong -- @nofable​

Nico sighed through gritted teeth, arms stiff in the sleeves of his jacket, collar pressed upright, pants fabric rubbing uncomfortably against his legs. Jules-Albert, the zombie chauffeur, had been a surprisingly helpful resource when it came to finding finer menswear, and even Nico could recognize the importance of wearing nice clothes in a place like this. It didn’t mean he had to like it.

“And this was the only chance we had to get the book?” he asked for the hundredth time, even though he knew it was a useless question. 

The book he spoke of was the Book of the Dead, only this one had some big time dark magic concerning all kinds of afterlives and how to get there the hard, direct way. Meaning it was both of interest to himself and to the House of Life. And of course that meant the mortals wanted to cart it around to all the big important galas to show off and not realize what they were inviting in. The protections around the book would be lighter at the fancy parties than in an underground vault. though.

It didn’t mean he had to like it. He shot Carter a look. “You look good thought. I look like a penguin.” A goth penguin.

[ruinouss-archived]

Fear Street: 1978 

@griim​  said:  “People usually kill for a reason, and sometimes that reason is justified. Sometimes killing isn’t murder.”

     If only it could be seen that clear and easily. No, a person was viewed as a murderer unless it was in self defense. It didn’t matter how many times a man struck or forced himself upon another. If someone killed him when they weren’t being attacked they were locked away no matter how just the reasoning. People may praise the killer for removing a rancid soul from the earth and may even help bail them out but their soul would forever be scarred with the life they took. And that was why she stopped giving a shit about it. Everyone has their own opinion of justice.

          “There’s always a reason for every action we take. It may not make you a murderer but it sure as hell makes you a killer. I imagine a good portion of the world are killers. You can remove the evidence but it’ll always linger over you even when you tell yourself it was justified,” there was a hint of a smirk at her lips.

[philtatoshetairosx]

🥃 //for anyone of your muses :)

“Amel, Ameeeeeel,” Lestat drawled out, giggling as he threw himself onto the spacious bed. He knocked lightly on the side of his head as if to call the spirit. “Can you feel it too?”