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Texas is underwater, California is becoming a desert, massive wind storms are ripping up the mid-west, the northeast had its worst winter in decades, and it was 100+ degrees in north Florida…in May. But climate change isn’t real.
“Not Another Teen Movie” is on TBS right now. That’s the movie that this comes from:
In case anyone’s interested.
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This is too much.
Kevin Allen, a 36 year old black man, has been shot and killed inside a library. A library of all places. What would it take for everyone to see that the cops are actually coming for black people?
He was described as a quiet man who frequented the library and liked to watch videos and listen to music at the computer stations. He was shot around 1:35 PM and taken to the hospital, where he was pronounced dead.
How are the racists gonna justify this? Black people getting killed shouldn’t ever be some commonplace occurrence we should just have to accept. This is an epidemic. This can’t be the world we live in.
Cops would kill black people for buying (allegedly stealing) cigarettes, wearing a hood, jaywalking, being in a library, playing with a toy, sleeping, the list goes on and on.
It’s as if white people just want black people to stop existing.
I knew there was evil in the world, but I would’ve never imagined anything like this explosion of racism since August 9th could ever be possible again. And the sheer fact that white people are not only ignoring and disregarding this genocide, but they’d even go to great lengths to justify it.
How does it feel, looking for reasons to justify murder? Aiyana Jones was only seven. Tamir Rice, only twelve.
All of these victims are people. They have roots. They are siblings, children, parents, etc. Black people have real lives and memories and people who love them and they have to wake up every day and genuinely worry if they or anyone they love is gonna be able to lay down in bed at the end of that day.
I can’t imagine how terrifying it’d be to be targeted like that. Having the very real possibility that you or a loved one could be killed at any given moment. It’s no way to live.
Racism is far from over. Kevin Allen, along with the thousands of innocent black people killed in less than one year, never deserved to be forgotten.
This is unjustifiable.
“Why does it look like a bomb went off in here?”
make my muse uncomfortable:
- ☭- Who would you most like to be a permanent roommate of?
An easy smile crosses her lips at the query. “This one’s easy. Steve. He’d be understanding of my comings and goings, he makes a great pillow, and he only sometimes interrupts me when I’m reading or watching something.”
- ✌- Who would you most like to go to jail with?
Should she go with who’d be the best at helping her get out, or who’d be most entertaining? The more she thought, the more obvious it became that the person was one in the same. “Carol. If we decided to wait it out for bail, she’d keep me distracted. If we decided ‘to hell with it’ and broke out, she’s practically a demolition squad on her own.”
- ♤- Who has the best butt out of everyone you know?
“God, no matter who I say, someone’s ego is going to end up out of control, I can just feel it.” Out of the spandex crew, quite a few people had a nice rear view, but almost all of them would never let her live it down if it got back to them. There had to be a safe choice somewhere. “Who has the best posterior…”
Just as she’s about to give up and lob the softball answer of Clint (and god knows he’d never have let her live it down), the answer comes to her out of nowhere. “Logan. For being as short and as broad as he is, he does have a shapely ass.”
make my muse uncomfortable: ❖- Who would you most like to send to jail?
Too many names pop into her head, the usual parade of annoyances coming to her, people she’d love to see locked up for life. But those are too obvious, too expected. There’s only one in that category, however, that still digs at her. “Osborn. That thorn in the side of those of us who’ve stood against the hell he tried to rain down belongs in a cell for the rest of his life, and I doubt there’d be any tears shed if he landed himself in one.”
☂- Who would you most like to get stuck in the rain with?
make my muse uncomfortable:
"Hmm...Given the choice out of everyone I know? I’d have to say it’s a tie between Carol, Jess and Steve. Carol’s the type who’d have fun trying to dodge the raindrops, which is actually entertaining to watch. Jess wouldn’t be phased by it, and she’s a great conversationalist, and Steve’s the type who could appreciate just walking quietly in a rainstorm, or at least I think he is."
The rain washing over her, cleansing whatever’s weighing on her, while walking with a friend who understands her silence while filling it with enjoyable conversation is truly the best way she could think of to spend a rain day. “But if I was forced to pick just one, it would be Jess.”
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make my muse uncomfortable:
☆- Who would you most like to punch in the face? ☂- Who would you most like to get stuck in the rain with? ❖- Who would you most like to send to jail? ✌- Who would you most like to go to jail with? ☭- Who would you most like to be a permanent roommate of? ♘- Who’s children would you most like to have? ♠- Who would you most like to make out with? ♖- Who would you most like to make love to? ♛- Who would you most like to fuck? ⚉- Who would you most like to get married to? ♦- Who would you most like to go on a two month roadtrip with? ♗- Who’s the sexiest person you know? ♝- Who’s the most intelligent person you know? ♤- Who has the best butt out of everyone you know?
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"Oh you’re good. Playing the amnesia card. Nice try. I’d recognize that fiery red hair anywhere."He added with a rather faint laugh that was almost taunting. "Exactly. Knight of Hell, with royal ambitions to kill Crowley. See, there you go. Repeating helps with the memory." He brought his hand up to rub at his chin."Now how about you quit the crap, because I have got no time for your little games."
"If I were, as you so ham handedly put it, playing the amnesia card, you'd be dealing with a far more hostile person." She leaned closer, brows furrowed out of a combination of absolute annoyance and more than a little anger at the mere mention of memory loss. "Now, if you're that intent on trying to start a fight? I'm more than happy to mop the floor with you and then send in SHIELD to clean up after. If, as they say, you're feeling froggy? Then leap. Just be warned that you'll be heading back to the lily pad in a body cast."
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#i don’t need to look where i’m shooting #caw caw motherfuckers
No, but can we talk about this. HE KNEW THIS MOTHERFUCKER WAS COMING. Either he’d sighted them before or (and this is my thinking, because HAWKEYE) he saw them coming in the windows of another building.
He makes split second calculations and looses an arrow WITHOUT LOOKING, and hits his target dead on.
This isn’t him showing off or anything. It’s tactical. It’s watching your own six while watching someone else’s.
This is years upon years of training, muscle memory, and straight up intelligence that puts most people to shame, all coming into play.
And let’s not forget, SHIELD’s physicists couldn’t figure out the tesseract opened from both sides. Yet Clint did.
When it comes down to it? This man is one of the biggest BAMFS in the Marvelverse, MCU or comics.
Clint’s human. He’s said it himself:
“You cowboy around with the Avengers some. Guys got, what, armor. Magic. Super-powers. Super-strength. Shrink-dust. Grow-rays. Magic. Healing factors. I’m an orphan raised by carnies fighting with a stick and a string from the Paleolithic era. So when I say this looks “bad”? I promise you it feels worse.”
HE.
IS.
HUMAN.
And he does all this. And keeps up with people with superpowers.
I present to you: One of the baddest of asses ever to walk the planet. Clint. Mother. Fucking. Barton.
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He stared at her for a second. Red room? "First off, no one is my boss, but me. Two, I don’t what these assassins are or this red room is. Unless you’re toying me with some kinda of jedi mind trick, it won’t, Abbadon. I killed you. I stabbed you.” His voice was becoming a bit more firmer as he took a few more steps closer.
Abbadon? Hell, she'd gotten worried over some random drunken man mistaking her for god only knew who. "First, don't threaten me, it won't end well. Second, I know for a fact you've never stabbed me. I've never forgotten the face of anyone who's hurt me. And third, the only Abbadon I know of is the biblical term for one of the harbingers of the apocalypse, and for as talented as I am, I'm by no means powerful enough to bring that about. So why don't you take a breath?"
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"You’re right, they could. But Jensen knows that, if he cannot get me out, to contact you or Dad and keep an eye on me so he can direct you to where I am. Mama, I’ll be okay. I have god-sanctioned backup, both of us are blessed heavily, and the gods will protect me as best they can. Ares gave me this ability at least temporarily." He materialized a gun out of thin air. "I will always be armed. I can create any weapon. I’m going to be okay.”
"Мой милый ребенок, you could have the entirety of the United States armed forces behind you along with every deity of every pantheon, and I'd still worry. You're my son, and I don't want to see anything happen to you." She cupped a palm over his cheek, her voice gentle and low. "I'm always going to worry about you, it's in my nature."
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"Don’t worry Natasha, you don’t have to ever again. Not while you got me."
"I can still see them, still feel the handcuffs on my wrist...They never stop. Even now that they're gone, I still end up dragged right back in."