does that other anon really not get that "free speech" is just a front for cowards who don't want to own up to being white supremacists, and has been for years
I don’t 100% agree. I think free speech is important, and c’mon, look at the government and law enforcement we’ve got right now: do you trust these people to decide which speech is okay?
I believe the right to free speech includes abhorrent speech. However, the right to free speech does not include:
- Speaking unopposed.
- Being praised for your speech.
- Being respected for your speech.
- Speech on the platform of your choice. (This one is sort of complicated because “you’re free to say anything… alone in your basement” is really not free speech, but on the other hand I don’t think any specific person or organization is obligated to give you a platform.)
- Speech without people telling you to shut up. Someone saying “you shouldn’t say that” or even “you shouldn’t be allowed to say that” is exercising their free speech, not curtailing yours, unless they’re willing and able to actually force your silence.
- Being exempted from other laws (i.e., harassment, terroristic threats, incitement to violence) because you happened to violate those laws via speech.
So yeah, I’m actually super big on free speech, but only in the literal, limited sense.
Anyway, they only called this Boston rally “Free Speech” for two reasons:
1. Neo-Nazis are making this big push to clean up their act, to show up in polos and khakis, and to not have swastikas out in the open. Naming their rally “Free Speech” instead of “White Nationalism” is part of the respectability initiative.
2. They get to sneer “why are youagainst free speech?” at all the anti-racist and anti-fascist protesters.
EXO Reaction to waking up after a one-night-stand and seeing they slept with their friend/crush
For the feels xD Xoxo, Admin A~
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*You’d wake up and realize he’s not in the bed anymore. After scanning the room with your sleepy eyes you find him sitting on the floor, next to the window and staring at you. He’s thoughtful, he also looks a little sad, confused* “It was inevitable wasn’t it? We both have been wanting this to happen for a while… say, how does this change things?”
*He probably won’t say anything and just leave after giving you a forehead kiss. But he would think about it day and night, wondering if what he did was wrong, if it was too son* “It’s not like I didn’t like it… but I want more than just a one night stand.. I want her.. everyday..”
*He would try to not act very awkward, after all he can’t deny it was the best night of his life. All he needs now is to show you that for him you aren’t just a one night stand* “Say… if you are okay with it… would you like to.. do something tomorrow? anything.. say yes.. please”
*He’d be too worried, too scared to lose you* “I know what we did last night was something we agreed on but… Y/N you are more important to me than a one night stand… say… can we start again? Can I prove myself worthy of you?”
*He’ll try to remember exactly what happened that night, try to see if he did something wrong.. if he said something he shouldn’t have to* “Do you feel okay with this? Are you okay? You won’t get distant right? Tell me what you want… tell me how you want us to be…”
*He would take a deep breathe and try to clear his mind before waking you up, before facing the consequences* “Y/N… I think we need to talk about last night… it’s important… please”
*Seeking advice* “Why did I do it? I don’t understand… why didn’t you stop me? You know how much I like her.. now she thinks I only wanted for a night… how do I fix this? How do I go back in time and do things better…”
*He’ll probably avoid you for a couple of days. Trying to not make you unconformable but end up making it worse. He’s just scared, scared of whatever that night meant.* “I just… you know I… for me you are more than just… that… I.. really like you… but I messed it up… and I’m confused… I’m not sure… how to fix this”
*It would be hard for him, really hard but he’d try to talk with you about it. Tell you how he actually feels and how much it scares him that things could be different after that night* “Even if… even if you only want to be friends… please don’t go. Please… because to me, you are the world and I can’t afford losing you”
*Probably would be dying inside, screaming a million things to himself but unless you know how to read his mind, all you can see is a boy watching you while you wake up with so many questions in his eyes* “I didn’t know… I didn’t know how beautiful you looked after waking up… and didn’t know how beautiful you were… under the moonlight”
*He would come looking for you a few days later, looking like a complete mess, probably with tears in his eyes. The moment you open the door he would pull you into his arms and hold you tightly* “I’m sorry Y/N.. I’m sorry things went that way.. but I’m not sorry of what happened… because it changes nothing… it doesn’t change the way I feel for you.. I love you… you are really the most treasured thing in my life”
*Even though the even of that night are forever in his mind, he would try to act as normal as possible to not make you feel uncomfortable. But when you don’t see him, when you aren’t looking his expression changes, his eyes show the love he feels for you and his face…. it shows the pain of not having you* “I wonder if one day… I’ll be able to hold you again, like I did that night… and tell you how you make me feel… right here in my heart”
*gets extremely overwhelmed and worked up*
Hey, Huff, try to stay calm as much as you can, okay?
Yeah, we can't help Gryff if we're not in the right frame of mind. Let's all just take a breather and try to calm down, okay?
Our friend is in trouble! We have to put our heads together and get them out of it!
Slytherin and Ravenclaw:
*stunned silence at seeing Hufflepuff blow up like that*
And if you two aren't with me 110% then get the hell out!
*calmingly* Okay, alright...we want to help them, too. We'll help you.
*also calmingly* Yeah, we want Gryff back here safe with us, too. We just need everybody to be calm and collected if we're gonna do that. I'm sorry for bringing up taking a break. I just don't want you to overwhelm yourself, okay?
*taking deep breaths* Okay, yeah, I'm sorry. I'm just-I'm freaking out. If anything happens to Gryff...
Nothing's gonna happen to Gryff. I promise you. And I don't break my promises. Ever. Alright?
Okay now I'm imagining how the hypothetical conversation would go with Ellen! Ellen: do you know what sprousehart is? If it's Cole, and I sincerely hope it is not, he would say some joke about how it's his and Dylan's heart connection. If it's Lili, then: Yeah, it's cole sprouse and lili reinhart. Ellen: coz people think you're a couple. Lili: well we are a couple. Internet: explodes
it would be so funny! lol, yeah. for sure cole would find some way around the question, haha. I can imagine lili being all coy and shy about it, probably throw in a joke, too. lol.
Warnings: None, just some mild violence, cursing and fluffiness! And a kiss 😘
Request: Can I request a image where Peter has a huge crush on the reader but the reader is a avenger and he doesn’t know it and at the end she meets spiderman and when he shows his mask they kiss or something
A/N: Omg this is just like my story Partner’s in (Fighting) Crime. To the anon who requested this, please go check that out if you would like to see this idea drawn out a bit more! That being said, I hope you all enjoy this!
Peter was drifting off in class again staring at you. He has had the biggest crush on you for as long as he can remember. You were so pretty, smart and you were the only girl in school who didn’t think it was lame that he still played with legos. He’d love to build a set with you one day.
“Peter.” He could imagine your voice saying to him as you gave him one of your sweet smiles that shone like the sun. “Peter.” You say again and he closes his eyes and sighs. “Peter!” An older woman yelled at him and he jumped in his seat to find the whole class staring at him. “Do you mind telling us what the answer to number three is?” His teacher asks.
“Uh…Well…” He starts and looks at his notes. He hadn’t paid attention to what the teacher was saying.
“I see you were daydreaming again.” She says and Peter’s cheeks flare up in embarrassment and he avoids your concerned gaze.
All the kids laugh at him but you give them a glare and they all immediately go silent. They may not have known that you were secretly an Avenger, but you were fierce enough in school that they knew not to mess with you. The bell rang and you all got up to leave. You made your way over to Peter once you left the classroom.
Me, laying in bed with my eyes closed: *about to fall asleep*
My brain: Mettaton could be nonbinary.
Me, skeptical: …explain.
My brain: Happstablook, along with the other ghost characters, was canonically referred to with they/them before and while many see Mettaton gaining a body as a metaphor for a binary transition, its also possible that gaining a corporeal body wouldn’t change too much about how Mettaton identified, and in theory could be like a NB person getting surgery so they can express themself more to their liking. On top of that, seeing as he’s somewhat “feminine” in canon as he wears a long dress (which he later gives to a fan of his, who could also possibly be nonbinary) and sports hot pink knee-high heels in his humanoid form, it’s possible that Mettaton could be nonbinary and primarily prefers he/him. Of course that isn’t necessarily even close to canon and gender expression doesn’t always mirror gender identity, but it is somewhat good basis for a headcanon if you’re the kind of person that likes having explanations for your theories.
also since im pretty much swamped with last minute cosplay rush i was wondering have you ever been to a con? (i know you once told me about considering cosplaying iwachan so i wonder)
No I’ve never been to a con…and never coslpayed..I think it’s maybe not really my thing…I mean so far I never really had the strong feeling to go to a con…or do cosplay…so I’m not so sure.
Yes…I kinda considered Rapper Iwa..but not sure that I really wanna cosplay him..it was more..okay..I love this style and love rapper Iwaizumi and have hats and hoodies…so yes, this could be fun :D But then again I have no wig or make up and I don’t see myself buying it tbh. And if I would do it it would just be for sme pics and to be all cool Rapper Iwa. But I wouldn’t go to a con or out like this :D sorry (/)///(/)
But if anyone wants to cosplay Rapper Iwa I will love them to death and just asvnavvynvxmcvnxvbmyxvbydbgjybvjyvbyvbdxbjybv,ybjmxbvmyxbvmbvbvybvyxbvmybvymvbymv QWQ
All the best for your cosplays!!! Last minute rush is stressful!! YOU CAN DO IT!!!
In spite of everything I love
Harley Quinn but, damn, writers treat her so badly. I swear, the temptation to
make her actually stupid must be terrible because it’s so often implied, or
explicitly stated, that she slept her way through school. First of all, it
does not work like that. Second, she’s
not a therapist or a psychologist, she’s a psychiatrist, she’s a fricking MD
and a damn young one too. Managing pre-med and collegiate gymnastics that she
relied on to keep her scholarship? Harley is fucked up, but she’s not the dumb
blonde she plays. (also stop making her stacked, she’s a gymnast. she is 4’11”
of pure muscle and is not top heavy)
If you want a good Harley
backstory it’s simple. She’s ADHD but medicated and slightly robotic because of
it. I want to take special care not to demonize meds but, rather, people’s
disapproval of neurodivergence and a lack of focus on what is best for a
patient rather than what is most convenient for others. So, maybe, around ten
years old Harley is a hyperactive space cadet who’s brilliant at tests but
sloppy at coursework, who would be a gymnastics prodigy if she could actually
focus on technique and put in practice time instead of fooling around. Then the
meds come and it’s actually really cool because she can do the things she needs
to do instead of just wanting to do them, doing something else entirely, and
getting in trouble. People are proud of her, she’s proud of herself. But now
there are expectations. Family and teachers and coaches overschedule her, find
worth only in her success and don’t care about her mental health at all as long
as she’s performing and castigate her when she does fail. Fuck if you don’t
internalize that. But she doesn’t look unhealthy and she’s doing amazing. She
actually has to choose between the Olympic trials and continuing her grad
studies. She probably has some issues with self-harm but it either doesn’t look
like self-harm or is well covered up.
When Arkham accepts her, fresh
from her residency, it’s not a mistake. The woman is amazing. All they can see
is a mountain of achievements rather than the seething ball of nerves,
self-loathing, and imposter syndrome boiling just under the surface. That’s
when Joker comes in. He’s got the Hannibal Lecter shtick down. Where everyone
else sees an intelligent driven young woman he sees a frightened overwhelmed
girl who is working her hardest to convince the world she’s anyone other than
herself. Sending her into a nervous breakdown would be too easy so he doesn’t even
bother. Instead he’s open with her, almost friendly. The other doctors are
amazed, Harley is amazed, she’s not done anything particularly revolutionary
but, for the first time in forever, it looks like the clown prince of crime is
showing progress. He unravels her and it’s a challenge, she flinches back and
gets very serious when he comes too close to the real Harley under the
professional. Still, soon she’s questioning everything. She doesn’t even really
like her co-workers. She hasn’t had a real friend in years. She’s forgotten how
to have fun. Did she ever want this to be her life or did she just do it for
other people? It starts so slowly that it looks, at first, like she’s getting
better at self-care. Maybe something totally silly one weekend, a trampoline
park where she can enjoy the way her toned body moves without stressing out
over landings, a face painting booth at a street fair, some garishly colored
downright tacky decoration that clashes with her sensible apartment. Suddenly
she realizes how much she hates knowing the difference between cream and ecru.
The beigeness of her life is repulsive. She hates the person she’s pretending
to be even more that she hates herself which is really saying something.
After her weekend of freedom she
would have called in sick if it wasn’t so suddenly important to see him. The
relief she feels at talking to one of Gotham’s most infamous supercriminals is
disturbing but it is relief and she’s been swallowing a slow-motion panic
attack for hours. She admits, though she shouldn’t, that she took his advice
about doing something fun and he teases her, what would straight-laced Doctor
Quinzel do for fun? Did she realphabetize her sock drawer or buy a new
clipboard? It’s not important to impress him, it’s really not. He’s dangerous,
cruel, and he looks so proud when she admits that she bought a lamp shaped like
a lawn flamingo. The only mistake, he says, is that she should have stolen it.
She hopes the wicked thrill it gives her doesn’t show on her face. It does. She
almost even laughs. He likes it when he can make her laugh and she likes it
when he likes things.
It’s wrong and unprofessional,
the relationship she develops, and she knows it but her whole life she’s been
so high strung. Nothing she’s done has been for her, she’s not sure she knows
how to really do selfish things anymore, but he knows the selfish things she
needs to do. It feels good when she follows his advice even when it’s small
things like the rainbow striped socks she wears concealed under her very bland
slacks and sensible shoes. She’s so happy, almost giddy, and he loves her
happiness, he loves her, he loves the real her that she’s had to beat down and
hide for so long, the her that even she isn’t able to love. She is able to love
him, though, and since he loves her she’s able to love herself for him, to
protect and nurture something so important to him.
When the choice comes between
her old self, the tedious endless labor of making the world proud, and Him, the
spectacular man that brought color into her life, it’s not even a question.
She kills Doctor Harleen Quinzel, she throws away the version of her that let
herself burn just for medals and hollow accolades. She embraces Harley Quinn
and it’s so much a part of her nature she can’t even see that she’s still
living her life for someone else’s approval, except this time that person is a murderous
clown. She hasn’t let her hair down, she’s just put it in pigtails instead of a