and you pretend to be a great nation

Don’t Stop Us Now

@softkent ‘s 14 Days of Love fic-a-thon, day 6: ruined surprises!

It all started because Katya decided to have mercy on Eric and let him take morning classes this semester. WGSS120 was an amazing class, Professor Atley had the coolest stories about how postwar industrialization led to compulsive female domesticity, and his seatmate wasn’t the worst thing to see at 9:30 AM every Tuesday and Thursday. He would have almost been dreamy if he had the slightest knack for small talk. As it was, Eric didn’t even have a name to go on, just intent blue eyes and an ass that even the baggiest of shorts couldn’t mask.

One day, Eric decided to drop a hospitality bomb on the guy and see if he could coax a response out of him. They were both consistently early to class, so Eric budgeted ten minutes for a brief chat before class started and turned to Cute Guy with a winning smile on his face.

“So how about that reading, huh? I thought it was fascinating how cake mix became a prestige thing- everyone in my family bakes, and I don’t think we’ve used a box mix in forty years.”

“Yeah,” the guy said, “I think it had something to do with the scientific advancements they made in food preservation for the troops. Shelf stabilization wouldn’t have been nearly as achievable in earlier years.”

Miraculously, once you got onto a clear subject, Cute Guy was actually a decent conversationalist. Eric found himself losing track of time as they dissected last night’s chapters of Marling.

“And the American National Exhibition anecdote!” he giggled. “Who can even tell the difference between Russian and American Coke?”

“I bet it’s easier with all of the Soviet Union breathing down your back. ‘Da, cola of Mother Russia is vkusno!’”

“Nice accent,” Eric told Cute Guy.

“Really? Thanks, I’ll have to tell Geno. He’s always knocking my Russian. He’s, uh, a friend of my dad’s, and we both play hockey.”

“So that’s what your weird doodles are? Hockey plays?”

“Yeah, I’m captain of the hockey team here. We’re not half bad, if I say so myself.”

“Wow,” Eric enthused, “you must be a pretty good skater, then.”

“Yeah, I guess. I could teach you sometime, if you want. I’m Jack, by the way,’ Cute Guy said.

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Tell Me

Summary: Sam has this habit of distracting you every time he comes to visit. Working out more, forgetting to wear a shirt, you know the drill. But what happens when he finds a way to distract you when you’re in class as well?

Word Count: 5187 (got a little carried away. Not sorry at all)

Warnings: Implied smut. Sam Fucking Winchester (let’s be honest here, he is a warning all in himself)

A/N: @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba​‘s fic Sexy Bastard is the fic that started this whole thing. Seriously, as soon as I read her summary “Sam is a fucking tease, okay?” I knew that I was done for. I’ve been working on this for an entire week because it just had to be done. Also, perfect timing! Happy Birthday Sam Winchester, you tease!

“How about that homework last night?” Jonathan asked, sliding into his normal seat beside you.

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Nelly groaned, turning in her chair to talk to you two. “Lil and I worked on it for six hours and we still don’t know if we did it right.”

“Right?” You agreed emphatically, getting war flashbacks to your battles with the case study and your excel spreadsheet. “I swear, we haven’t even learned half of the stuff it was asking us to do.”

Rhetta pushed her chair closer and you fought to hold back your eye-roll. Here comes her self-righteous, better-than-you speech. “Actually, we learned about the regression analysis last week, and it was just a hop, skip, and a jump to answering question five from there.”

How about you just hop, skip, and jump away from us?

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Why was Toph put as a police officer? She hates rules and it doesn’t seem like a job she would enjoy wtf?
How about if you just made her a pro wrestler! She loved doing that, maybe she would get super famous and have fan girls, that would be awesome. While I’m at it, why she in a swamp? Makes no sense, she ain’t shrek wtf she deserves a happy family after what she’s been through!!!

Instead of Toph enforcing law and order in Republic City, why not the Kyoshi warriors? They were basically body guards for Zuko and didn’t really have a purpose so why not? That would be cool seeing Suki all badass and expanding the group of the kyoshi.

Why was Katara reduced to just a healer and a mom? I don’t know about you guys but I think she would have made a great president for Republic City, I think that she would be able to help create peace and bring the nations together just as much as Aang would. And maybe she would get a fucking statue!!! Cmon!?
Oh and she could work with zuko and shit, didn’t have to be romantic I just wanna c them hang out instead of pretending like they mean nothing to each other!

Why did you have to make the Kataang marriage so broken and sad? Why couldn’t they just have normal family issues? Why couldnt they be a strong loving family?!?

Need to know more about Zuko dude, oh he had a daughter, mhmm mhhm ok WITH WHO?!? is she an only child or?? Also I wanna c more Iroh Jr cuz damn.

Wtf happened to Sokka? Did he have babies?! With who? Why you do this to me!?!!?

Originally posted by nitratediva

Edmonton Gothic

(Inspired by copperbadge and flatlanddan, I gave in and wrote this.)

The town sprawls farther and farther out, eating away at the edges of the prairie. Or is the prairie eating away at the town? You aren’t sure. You try not to go out there. You’re never quite sure where the hungry edges of the tallgrass start.

The streets make sense, you explain. It’s a grid system. Neat rows of numbers marching north and south, east and west. You don’t mention the streets that have names, but no numbers. You don’t mention the streets that have neither.

You walk home from the rink late at night, skates slung over your shoulder and knocking together at your hip. The streetlights cast their yellow-pink glow over the sidewalk; you hurry from one dimly lit outpost to the next and try not to see what’s in between the lights.

They say there are fish in the North Saskatchewan, huge sturgeons that live in the rusted-out carcasses of sunken trains where the sunlight doesn’t reach. No one has ever caught one, the grizzled fisherman on the bank tells you, relief in his eyes, and fear. His float bobs on the surface of the water.

There’s an unshaven man lying against the brick wall of the old library downtown. He’s always there, though every day he wears a different face. You pretend not to see a half-empty bottle, a lighter, blood. You want no part of his arcane rituals.

When the LRT leaves Grandin Station, you look at the person sitting across from you, or down at your feet. You hold your breath from Grandin to University, then take in great gulps of air as the train pulls into the station. Everyone knows you don’t look at the river while you cross.

You’ve heard that Telus Field is built on an ancient First Nations burial ground. Maybe that’s why baseball teams never stay there for long. The city says there’s nothing there, and you assume the trucks that leave are carrying only earth.

Parents worry over whether to send their children to public school or Catholic school. Which one has better resources, they ask? Which one has smaller class sizes? No one gives voice to the real questions. This land has old gods of its own. Which one will anger them less?

The city is surrounded. RV dealerships, farmhouses, grain silos, the airport, and beyond it, grass that reaches past your knees and ripples in the wind. You wonder what’s out there. You wonder if the city is a fortress or a prison. You wonder if it’s dangerous to question it. You wonder if anyone who leaves ever comes back.

The sky is white. The ground is white. The snow piles up as far as the eye can see. The sun will be back in the spring, you tell each other. It sounds like an invocation. You say it every day, just in case. You don’t know what would happen if you ever missed a day.

Gravel crusts over the snow at the side of the road. More snow falls. More gravel. More snow. More gravel. It’s May, and the snow is still there, under the gravel. If it ever melted, you might see what was trapped underneath. You add more gravel.

You lie in the grass, listening to the summer hum of lawnmowers and mosquitoes and the shouts of children in the wading pool at the park. At this distance, it’s hard to tell the difference between shouting and screaming. Six children went missing in Parkallen last year, but the green shack opened up again this year, like it always does. Like it always will, as long as there are children.

The oil rigs bob their heads slowly up and down, casting long, looming shadows in the golden afternoon sun. You glance away, then back. You wonder if they’re in the same place they were a moment ago. The prairie stretches endlessly, and there’s no way to be sure.

I am a black girl,
I was born with out certain privileges,
And at the rate we’re moving now I might die with out them too.

But that’s all really depressing, let’s not talk about oppression, let’s talk about you

You have two kids and a dog.
You live in a nice neighborhood,
you even have a black friend.
On the news, a little black boy has been shot by the police.
You suck your teeth, turn the channel and say
‘Oh that’s so sad’.

And you sit there and do nothing.

You have a job you value, even if it’s mediocre.
You have many friends and like to go out when you’re free.
Your parents taught you that behind Everyman is a strong woman.
But, also that women should be protected and taken care of.
On the news a black teenage girl was brutally raped and killed
while returning home from a party
You shake your head say,
‘that’s hardly surprising, what was she wearing?
And wonder when the game will come on,

You sit there and do nothing.

You are an average, white American, and, personally,
you think there is too much fuss over nothing.
It can’t be as bad as we say
The police protect people.
Little black kids shouldn’t run around and play with toy guns,
they could kill someone.
Black teens shouldn’t wear hoodies,
they could rob someone.
Black people should be model citizens,
if they want to stay alive.
Black people should really just make themselves so unassuming that the police will leave them alone.

You believe all this and just
sit there and do nothing.

Except, Omar Edwards, An off duty black officer, was shot by an officer from his own precinct
Tried to be a model citizen

Except Missouri state senator, Jamilah Nasheed, a black woman, was arrested for protesting the injustice in Ferguson, even though it was in a peaceful manner.

Except chief of police, Louis Ross, was shot four times by a ‘radical survivalist’ who made a 911 call and the man walked free of charge.

Except when black people are themselves,
Behaving like people deserving respect and equality,
Dressing like they have the right to wear what they want,
Loving life,
The police or some other white person finds a reason to shoot them
Finds a reason to hurt us
Finds a reason to hate people who have done absolutely nothing to deserve it

Then again, should I be surprised?
Surprised that a country built upon the bodies of Native Americans,
Surprised that a country built upon the backs of slaves.
Surprised that a country so overwhelmed with their ‘freedoms’
forget to include the people that actually created this great nation

You are not an average american,
You go to slam poetry readings and nod along like the educated individual you think you are
You follow the crowd and pretend that the issues orated concern you daily.
You tweet several quotes, so your activist friends will think you’re cool.
Nodding and clapping along when prompted.
And then you go home.
Eat something
Turn on the tv
Forget everything that was said,

And you sit there and do nothing

You have lived your life in almost complete ignorance to the suffering of other cultures
Because, does it /really/ matter?
All Islamic people are all terrorist extremists,
are you sure?
Because less than .5% of all Muslims are part of a radical group.
All Hispanic and Latina people are destructive, illegal immigrants,
uh hello? Did you forget the creation of this nation?
Sort of the pot calling the kettle black,
I mean your people did migrate and kill the natives living here
Black people are always angry, are all thugs and sluts and dogs,
Do you really wonder why, when treated like this, we’re angry?

Let someone ask me why they can’t say the n word, or that cracker is just as bad.
Let someone tell me that these and other cultures fit into neat little stereotypical boxes,
The likes of which you can shelve and carefully organize.
you give in to these carefully constructed stereotypes
Hiding behind them,
Unaware of how idiotic you sound to everyone around you.

You live your life and do nothing.

Until you can’t anymore.
Until you realize that the very people you are condemning,
are just that, people.
People deserving a chance to survive
A chance to thrive and better themselves.
Not just the fact that, it could be you, but that
What does hatred and anger and murdering do?
Besides a senseless loss of life.
Besides the separation of a people living in the same place.

And Until the police get fed up with the upper classes vanity, and start targeting them for the money,
Until they attempt to eradicate the homeless because they can’t support themselves
Until the safety of the middle class,-Until the safety of the American people,
is no longer worth putting on the uniform everyday.
Until our protectors become our attackers
Until neighbors, become an army.
Until they are forcing themselves in /your/ home and on women and children
Until they drag away and beat your loved ones in the middle of the day
Until they are gassing your neighborhoods
And shooting for no reason other than, they have a gun and can get away with it
Until the very minorities and people that needed your help
Until the people that saw this coming
are gone
Until there is no one left that understands

When you wake up in a cold sweat
terrified for your family and friends each and everyday.
When you cry when your child says
‘why should I be afraid of the police?, aren’t they Supposed to help us?’
And you have to tell your children,
Your 5-6-7 year old children that they are not safe
When you flinch when an officer comes near you,
And Cringe when they stop you on the street
When you realize there is nothing left for you to give
Then, you will have to look us in the eye
You will have to look Me in the eye

And You will no longer be able to just sit there and do nothing.

—  via gemi-nah /slam poetry/ March,26,2015
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  5. I Heard It Through The Grapevine - Marvin Gaye
  6. (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction - Rolling Stones
  7. Jailhouse Rock - Elvis Presley
  8. Rock Around The Clock - Bill Haley & His Comets
  9. Billie Jean - Michael Jackson
10. Like A Rolling Stone - Bob Dylan
11. Hey Jude - Beatles
12. Good Vibrations - Beach Boys
13. Tutti-Frutti - Little Richard
14. What’d I Say - Ray Charles
15. Hotel California - Eagles
16. You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin' - Righteous Brothers
17. My Girl - Temptations
18. Imagine - John Lennon
19. What’s Going On - Marvin Gaye
20. Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana
21. Hound Dog - Elvis Presley
22. Born to Run - Bruce Springsteen
23. Light My Fire - Doors
24. Superstition - Stevie Wonder
25. Layla - Derek and the Dominos
26. Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen
27. She Loves You - Beatles
28. Summertime Blues - Eddie Cochran / Blue Cheer / The Who
29. You Really Got Me - Kinks / Van Halen
30. Bridge Over Troubled Water - Simon and Garfunkel
31. Let’s Stay Together - Al Green
32. Long Tall Sally - Little Richard
33. Purple Haze - Jimi Hendrix Experience
34. A Day In The Life - Beatles
35. Whole Lot of Shakin’ Going On - Jerry Lee Lewis
36. That’ll Be The Day - Buddy Holly & the Crickets
37. Every Breath You Take - Police
38. In The Midnight Hour - Wilson Pickett
39. Maybellene - Chuck Berry
40. Bo Diddley - Bo Diddley
41. Papa’s Got A Brand New Bag - James Brown
42. When Doves Cry - Prince
43. My Generation - The Who
44. Losing My Religion - R.E.M.
45. Sunshine Of Your Love - Cream
46. Whole Lotta Love - Led Zeppelin
47. One - U2
48. A Change Is Gonna Come - Sam Cooke
49. All Along The Watchtower - Jimi Hendrix Experience
50. The Message - Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five 51. Great Balls Of Fire - Jerry Lee Lewis
52. Hey Ya - OutKast
53. Mr. Tambourine Man - Byrds / Bob Dylan
54. Proud Mary - Creedence Clearwater Revival / Ike & Tina Turner
55. Shake, Rattle And Roll - Joe Turner / Bill Haley and His Comets
56. Walk This Way - Aerosmith / Run-D.M.C.
57. Let It Be - Beatles
58. Maggie May - Rod Stewart
59. American Pie - Don McLean
60. (Sittin’ On) The Dock Of The Bay - Otis Redding
61. Blue Suede Shoes - Carl Perkins / Elvis Presley
62. Don’t Be Cruel - Elvis Presley
63. Won’t Get Fooled Again - The Who
64. Stayin’ Alive - Bee Gees
65. Free Bird - Lynyrd Skynyrd
66. Nuthin’ But a “G” Thang - Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg
67. Brown Sugar - Rolling Stones
68. Let’s Get It On - Marvin Gaye
69. When A Man Loves A Woman - Percy Sledge
70. I Want To Hold Your Hand - Beatles
71. Good Rockin’ Tonight - Wynonie Harris / Elvis Presley
72. Stand By Me - Ben E. King
73. I Will Survive - Gloria Gaynor
74. Super Freak - Rick James
75. A Whiter Shade Of Pale - Procol Harum
76. Be My Baby - Ronettes
77. Go Your Own Way - Fleetwood Mac
78. Papa Was a Rollin’ Stone - Temptations
79. House Of The Rising Sun - Animals
80. Yesterday - Beatles
81. Where Did Our Love Go - Supremes
82. Rapper’s Delight - Sugarhill Gang
83. I Want You Back - Jackson 5
84. I Love Rock ‘N’ Roll - Joan Jett & The Blackhearts
85. Don’t You Want Me? - Human League
86. Jeremy - Pearl Jam
87. Heartbreak Hotel - Elvis Presley
88. Like a Virgin - Madonna
89. Beat It - Michael Jackson
90. Sweet Child O’ Mine - Guns N’ Roses
91. Under the Bridge - Red Hot Chili Peppers
92. Your Song - Elton John
93. You Shook Me All Night Long - AC/DC
94. Somebody To Love - Jefferson Airplane
95. Green Onions - Booker T. & the MGs
96. Soul Man - Sam & Dave
97. Twist And Shout - Beatles / Isley Brothers
98. Bye Bye Love - Everly Brothers
99. Earth Angel - Penguins
100. Crazy - Gnarls Barkley 101. Sexual Healing - Marvin Gaye
102. Midnight Train to Georgia - Gladys Knight and the Pips
103. Why Do Fools Fall In Love - Frankie Lymon & the Teenagers
104. Good Golly Miss Molly - Little Richard
105. More Than a Feeling - Boston
106. Just My Imagination - Temptations
107. Sweet Dreams - Eurythmics
108. Call Me - Blondie
109. Celebration - Kool & The Gang
110. Another One Bites the Dust - Queen
111. The Sounds Of Silence - Simon & Garfunkel
112. Tainted Love - Soft Cell
113. Roxanne - Police
114. Dream On - Aerosmith
115. Whip It- Devo
116. Another Brick in the Wall Part II - Pink Floyd
117. Be-Bop-A-Lula - Gene Vincent & the Blue Caps
118. Rock And Roll Music - Chuck Berry / Beatles
119. I Saw Her Standing There - Beatles
120. I Get Around - Beach Boys
121. Reach Out, I’ll Be There - Four Tops
122. Peggy Sue - Buddy Holly
123. Gimme Some Lovin' - Spencer Davis Group
124. No Woman, No Cry - Bob Marley and the Wailers
125. London Calling - The Clash
126. Ain’t Too Proud To Beg - Temptations
127. Lawdy Miss Clawdy - Lloyd Price
128. Roll Over Beethoven - Chuck Berry
129. Family Affair - Sly and the Family Stone
130. We Will Rock You / We Are the Champions - Queen
131. Sweet Home Alabama - Lynyrd Skynyrd
132. Smoke on the Water - Deep Purple
133. Don’t Stop Believin' - Journey
134. Dancing In The Street - Martha & the Vandellas
135. Mony Mony - Tommy James & the Shondells / Billy Idol
136. In The Still Of The Nite - Five Satins
137. Jumpin’ Jack Flash - Rolling Stones
138. Born To Be Wild - Steppenwolf
139. Oh, Pretty Woman - Roy Orbison
140. I Only Have Eyes For You - Flamingos
141. Anarchy in the U.K. - Sex Pistols
142. Dancing Queen - ABBA
143. Get Up (I Feel Like Being a) Sex Machine - James Brown
144. Waterfalls - TLC
145. White Room - Cream
146. Sympathy For The Devil - Rolling Stones
147. Living for the City - Stevie Wonder
148. Lola - Kinks
149. Girls Just Want To Have Fun - Cyndi Lauper
150. For What It’s Worth - Buffalo Springfield 151. Sultans of Swing - Dire Straits
152. Lean on Me - Bill Withers
153. Planet Rock - Afrika Bambaataa & The Soul Sonic Force
154. What’s Love Got To Do With It? - Tina Turner
155. Born In the U.S.A. - Bruce Springsteen
156. With Or Without You - U2
157. (You Gotta) Fight For Your Right (To Party) - Beastie Boys
158. Loser - Beck
159. Gangsta’s Paradise - Coolio
160. Nothing Compares 2 U - Sinéad O'Connor
161. For Your Precious Love - Jerry Butler & the Impressions
162. Blueberry Hill - Fats Domino
163. Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison
164. The Tracks Of My Tears - Miracles
165. California Dreamin' - Mamas & the Papas
166. Who’ll Stop the Rain - Creedence Clearwater Revival
167. Kashmir - Led Zeppelin
168. Heart of Glass - Blondie
169. Theme from “Shaft" - Isaac Hayes
170. Me and Bobby McGee - Janis Joplin
171. Baba O'Riley - The Who
172. Fire and Rain - James Taylor
173. Paranoid - Black Sabbath
174. Heart of Gold - Neil Young
175. Wonderwall - Oasis
176. Doo Wop (That Thing) - Lauryn Hill
177. Money For Nothing - Dire Straits
178. Eight Miles High - Byrds
179. Strawberry Fields Forever - Beatles
180. Nights In White Satin - Moody Blues
181. Little Red Corvette - Prince
182. Please, Please, Please - James Brown & the Famous Flames
183. Lose Yourself - Eminem
184. Creep - Radiohead
185. California Love - 2Pac
186. Enter Sandman - Metallica
187. Walk on the Wild Side - Lou Reed
188. It’s Too Late - Carole King
189. Into the Groove - Madonna
190. Blowin’ In The Wind - Bob Dylan
191. Will You Love Me Tomorrow - Shirelles
192. Georgia On My Mind - Ray Charles
193. Dazed And Confused - Led Zeppelin
194. Gimme Shelter - Rolling Stones
195. I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For - U2
196. Heart Full Of Soul - Yardbirds
197. People Get Ready - Impressions
198. Suite: Judy Blue Eyes - Crosby, Stills & Nash
199. All Right Now - Free
200. Paradise By the Dashboard Light - Meat Loaf 201. Jump - Van Halen
202. Crazy in Love - Beyoncé feat. Jay-Z
203. Love Will Tear Us Apart - Joy Division
204. Tears In Heaven - Eric Clapton
205. Shout - Isley Brothers / Otis Day and the Knights
206. Get Ur Freak On - Missy Misdemeanor Elliot
207. I Walk The Line - Johnny Cash and the Tennessee Two
208. Bring It On Home To Me - Sam Cooke
209. You’ve Really Got A Hold On Me - Miracles
210. Good Times - Chic
211. (Don’t Fear) The Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult
212. If You Don’t Know Me by Now - Harold Melvin & the Blue Notes
213. All Night Long (All Night) - Lionel Richie
214. You Oughta Know - Alanis Morissette
215. Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes
216. Sh-Boom - Chords / Crew Cuts
217. Aqualung - Jethro Tull
218. Honky Tonk Women - Rolling Stones
219. Riders On the Storm - Doors
220. Black Magic Woman - Santana
221. Blue Monday - New Order
222. 1979 - Smashing Pumpkins
223. Clocks - Coldplay
224. The Great Pretender - Platters
225. Ain’t It A Shame - Fats Domino
226. Bad Moon Rising - Creedence Clearwater Revival
227. Revolution - Beatles
228. I Wanna Be Sedated - Ramones
229. Money - Pink Floyd
230. Relax - Frankie Goes To Hollywood
231. Paranoid Android - Radiohead
232. Paper Planes - M.I.A.
233. Money Honey - Drifters featuring Clyde McPhatter
234. A Hard Day’s Night - Beatles
235. You Keep Me Hangin’ On - Supremes
236. Piano Man - Billy Joel
237. Killing Me Softly with His Song - Roberta Flack / Fugees
238. Addicted To Love - Robert Palmer
239. Runaway - Del Shannon
240. Fuck You (Forget You) - Cee Lo Green
241. All Shook Up - Elvis Presley
242. Wild Thing - Troggs
243. She’s Not There - Zombies
244. Thunder Road - Bruce Springsteen
245. Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd
246. Livin On a Prayer - Bon Jovi
247. Fever - Little Willie John
248. The Loco-Motion - Little Eva
249. I’m A Believer - Monkees / Smash Mouth
250. Dance To The Music - Sly and the Family Stone 251. Roundabout - Yes
252. Empire State Of Mind - Jay-Z featuring Alicia Keys
253. Low Rider - War
254. That’s All Right - Elvis Presley with Scotty and Bill
255. Surfin’ U.S.A. - Beach Boys
256. Hot Stuff - Donna Summer
257. It Takes Two - Rob Base & D.J. E-Z Rock
258. The Wanderer - Dion
259. Smooth - Santana feat. Rob Thomas
260. You Ain’t Seen Nothin’ Yet - Bachman-Turner Overdrive
261. The Train Kept-A-Rollin - Johnny Burnette Trio
262. Pledging My Love - Johnny Ace
263. God Only Knows - Beach Boys
264. The Letter - Box Tops
265. Under The Boardwalk - Drifters
266. I’ll Take You There - Staple Singers
267. Love Train - O'Jays
268. Don’t Stop 'Til You Get Enough - Michael Jackson
269. Mystery Train - Elvis Presley with Scotty and Bill
270. Enjoy the Silence - Depeche Mode
271. Jump Around - House of Pain
272. Sixty Minute Man - Dominoes
273. Rocket 88 - Jackie Brenston
274. Gloria - Them / Shadows Of Knight
275. Don’t Speak – No Doubt 
276. I Can See For Miles - The Who
277. Rock And Roll - Led Zeppelin
278. Old Time Rock 'n’ Roll - Bob Seger & the Silver Bullet Band
279. No Diggity – BLACKstreet 
280. Blitzkrieg Bop - Ramones
281. Reeling in the Years - Steely Dan
282. Black Hole Sun – Soundgarden
283. Sabotage – Beastie Boys 
284. How Will I Know? - Whitney Houston
285. Fight the Power - Public Enemy
286. Sweet Little Sixteen - Chuck Berry
287. Yakety Yak - Coasters
288. Glad All Over - Dave Clark Five
289. Runaround Sue - Dion
290. One Nation Under a Groove - Funkadelic
291. Crying - Roy Orbison
292. Y.M.C.A. - Village People
293. Dreamlover - Mariah Carey
294. My Name Is - Eminem
295. I Got You (I Feel Good) - James Brown
296. Changes - David Bowie
297. The Twist - Chubby Checker
298. Killing In the Name - Rage Against The Machine
299. Iris – Goo Goo Dolls 
300. Jesus Walks - Kanye West 301. Folsom Prison Blues - Johnny Cash and the Tennessee Two
302. In the Air Tonight - Phil Collins
303. Ain’t No Sunshine - Bill Withers
304. Bittersweet Symphony - The Verve
305. Come As You Are - Nirvana
306. All Day And All Of The Night - Kinks
307. Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd  
308. Rolling In The Deep - Adele
309. Kiss - Prince
310. La Bamba - Ritchie Valens / Los Lobos
311. At Last - Etta James
312. Have You Ever Seen the Rain - Creedence Clearwater Revival 
313. Song 2 - Blur 
314. Hungry Like the Wolf - Duran Duran
315. Highway to Hell - AC/DC 
316. The Times They Are A'Changin' - Bob Dylan
317. You Send Me - Sam Cooke
318. Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It) - Beyoncé
319. Careless Whisper - Wham! feat. George Michael
320. Heroes - David Bowie
321. Everyday People - Sly & the Family Stone
322. Alive - Pearl Jam
323. School Day (Ring! Ring! Goes The Bell) - Chuck Berry
324. Pour Some Sugar On Me - Def Leppard
325. November Rain - Guns N’ Roses
326. Help! - Beatles
327. Truckin' - Grateful Dead
328. Fallin' - Alicia Keys
329. Take On Me - A-Ha
330. Lucille - Little Richard
331. I Can’t Stop Loving You - Ray Charles
332. September - Earth, Wind & Fire
333. It Was a Good Day - Ice Cube
334. Rock the Casbah - The Clash
335. Black or White - Michael Jackson
336. Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin) - Sly & the Family Stone
337. All I Have To Do Is Dream - Everly Brothers
338. Last Nite - The Strokes
339. Do You Really Want To Hurt Me? - Culture Club
340. My Sweet Lord - George Harrison
341. Something - Beatles
342. War - Edwin Starr
343. There Goes My Baby - Drifters
344. Rapture - Blondie
345. (Everything I Do) I Do It for You - Bryan Adams 
346. California Girls - Beach Boys
347. Message in a Bottle - The Police 
348. Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand
349. Fast Car - Tracy Chapman
350. Wake Up Little Susie - Everly Brothers 351. You Can’t Hurry Love - Supremes
352. Black Dog - Led Zeppelin
353. U Can’t Touch This - MC Hammer
354. Flashdance…What a Feeling - Irene Cara
355. Vogue - Madonna
356. I Can’t Help Myself - Four Tops
357. I’ve Got A Woman - Ray Charles
358. Umbrella - Rihanna feat. Jay-Z
359. 1999 - Prince
360. I Feel Love - Donna Summer  
361. Hit The Road Jack - Ray Charles 
362. Dreams - Fleetwood Mac
363. Rave On - Buddy Holly
364. Word Up! - Cameo
365. Regulate - Warren G 
366. Penny Lane - Beatles
367. Rock with You - Michael Jackson
368. Yeah! - Usher feat. Lil’ Jon and Ludacris
369. Come On Eileen - Dexys Midnight Runners
370. Money - Barrett Strong / Beatles
371. It’s Your Thing - Isley Brothers 
372. One Love - Bob Marley and the Wailers
373. Zombie - The Cranberries
374. Purple Rain - Prince
375. Baby Got Back - Sir Mix-a-Lot 
376. White Rabbit - Jefferson Airplane
377. Who Do You Love - Bo Diddley
378. Rehab - Amy Winehouse
379. Start Me Up - Rolling Stones
380. You Are the Sunshine of My Life - Stevie Wonder 
381. Fortunate Son - Creedence Clearwater Revival
382. Play That Funky Music - Wild Cherry
383. Rumble - Link Wray
384. We Got The Beat - The Go-Go’s
385. Everlong - Foo Fighters
386. In My Life - Beatles
387. 25 or 6 to 4 - Chicago
388. In Da Club - 50 Cent
389. Jessie’s Girl - Rick Springfield
390. Rocking Pneumonia and the Boogie Woogie Flu
        - Huey "Piano” Smith / Johnny Rivers
391. Paint It, Black - Rolling Stones
392. School’s Out - Alice Cooper 
393. Juicy - Notorious B.I.G. 
394. The Boys of Summer - Don Henley
395. Tired of Being Alone - Al Green
396. Only The Lonely - Roy Orbison
397. Kansas City - Wilbert Harrison
398. Feel Good Inc. - Gorillaz
399. Summer of '69 - Bryan Adams
400. Unchained Melody - Righteous Brothers / Al Hibbler 401. Basket Case - Green Day
402. Tangled Up in Blue - Bob Dylan
403. Lonely Teardrops - Jackie Wilson
404. Push It - Salt-N-Pepa
405. Nothing Else Matters - Metallica
406. Walk On By - Dionne Warwick / Isaac Hayes
407. Le Freak - Chic
408. Gold Digger - Kanye West
409. My Prerogative - Bobby Brown
410. Crying In The Chapel - Orioles / Elvis Presley
411. Up On The Roof - Drifters
412. Goodbye Yellow Brick Road - Elton John
413. Say My Name - Destiny’s Child
414. Back In Black - AC/DC
415. Heart-Shaped Box - Nirvana
416. Tears Of A Clown - Smokey Robinson & the Miracles
417. I Put A Spell On You - Screamin’ Jay Hawkins
418. SexyBack - Justin Timberlake
419. Nasty - Janet Jackson
420. Get Up, Stand Up - Bob Marley and the Wailers
421. (Love Is Like A) Heat Wave - Martha & the Vandellas / Linda Ronstadt
422. Everybody Hurts - R.E.M.
423. Sincerely - Moonglows
424. Time After Time - Cyndi Lauper
425. God Save the Queen - The Sex Pistols  
426. Chain Of Fools - Aretha Franklin
427. Mercy Mercy Me - Marvin Gaye
428. 99 Problems - Jay-Z
429. Thriller - Michael Jackson
430. At The Hop - Danny & the Juniors
431. 96 Tears - ? & the Mysterians
432. Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door - Bob Dylan / Guns N’ Roses
433. …Baby One More Time - Britney Spears
434. I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me) - Whitney Houston
435. Rock and Roll All Nite - KISS 
436. Don’t Worry Baby - Beach Boys
437. Honky Tonk - Bill Doggett
438. Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars
439. It’s the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine) - R.E.M.
440. All the Small Things – Blink 182
441. You Can’t Always Get What You Want - Rolling Stones
442. Bang a Gong (Get It On) - T. Rex
443. River Deep, Mountain High - Ike & Tina Turner
444. Pump Up the Jam - Technotronic feat. Felly
445. Once in a Lifetime - Talking Heads
446. Turn, Turn, Turn - Byrds
447. Hypnotize - Notorious B.I.G.
448. I Gotta Feeling - Black Eyed Peas
449. Back To Life - Soul II Soul
450. Wooly Bully - Sam the Sham & the Pharaohs 451. Rocket Man - Elton John
452. Friday I’m in Love - The Cure 
453. Love Shack - B-52’s
454. We Are Family - Sister Sledge
455. Baby I Need Your Lovin' - Four Tops / Johnny Rivers
456. Sweet Caroline - Neil Diamond
457. Ms. Jackson - OutKast
458. The Breaks - Kurtis Blow
459. Dear Mama - 2Pac
460. (Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Higher And Higher - Jackie Wilson
461. Miss You - The Rolling Stones
462. Tequila - Champs
463. Free Fallin' - Tom Petty
464. Buddy Holly - Weezer
465. I Got You Babe - Sonny & Cher
466. You’re So Vain - Carly Simon
467. Idioteque - Radiohead
468. Get Lucky - Daft Punk feat. Pharrell Williams
469. Love Potion No. 9 - Clovers / Searchers
470. Try A Little Tenderness - Otis Redding
471. Brick House - The Commodores
472. Gin & Juice - Snoop Doggy Dogg
473. Welcome To the Jungle - Guns N’ Roses
474. Maybe I’m Amazed - Paul McCartney
475. The Weight - The Band / Aretha Franklin
476. Willie And The Hand Jive - Johnny Otis Show
477. All My Friends - LCD Soundsystem
478. Sledgehammer - Peter Gabriel
479. Just the Way You Are - Billy Joel
480. Da Doo Ron Ron (When He Walked Me Home) - Crystals
481. Train in Vain (Stand By Me) - The Clash
482. Come Go With Me - Dell-Vikings
483. Me, Myself and I - De La Soul
484. I Believe I Can Fly - R. Kelly
485. Subterranean Homesick Blues - Bob Dylan
486. The Boys Are Back in Town - Thin Lizzy 
487. Fell in Love with a Girl - The White Stripes
488. Like A Prayer - Madonna
489. Pinball Wizard - The Who
490. Suspicious Minds - Elvis Presley
491. I’ll Be There - The Jackson 5
492. Tumbling Dice - The Rolling Stones
493. Don’t You (Forget About Me) - Simple Minds
494. Higher Ground - Stevie Wonder
495. I’ve Been Loving You Too Long - Otis Redding
496. Low - Flo Rida
497. Closer - Nine Inch Nails
498. I Want To Know What Love Is - Foreigner
499. Take It Easy - Eagles
500. I Never Loved A Man (The Way I Love You) - Aretha Franklin

Anyone interested in playing Dominions 4?

It’s an incredibly intricate and deep turn-based (sort of) strategy game where you play as a “pretender god” trying to banish all the others and ascend to the vacant throne of the Pantokrator.

You get to choose from dozens of different fantasy nations to play (inspired by real mythology from cultures around the world; they really do the research in this), but the really cool part is designing your custom god, who can have one of a huge number of different physical forms. From a titan, to a fountain of blood (great for sacrificing virgins!), to a simple old crone (budget option!) You also get to invest points in your magic paths (ideally to complement your nation), as well as determine the effects of spreading belief in your god, i.e. your dominion. Do you choose good effects, like order and luck (which cost you points that could have been spent on more magic or a cooler body), or bad effects like spreading death and disease (but maybe that doesn’t hurt you if you’re playing Skeleton Rome)?

Anyway, it’s a really cool game, with a ton of strategic depth to it. The only downsides are a) it’s sometimes a little too convoluted for its own good, and b) the graphics look like this:

In any case, the standard way to play multiplayer is ye olde play-by-email. Which works because everyone takes their turns at the same time. You give orders on the turn-based campaign map (including detailed orders to your armies for how they will behave in battle), and when enemy armies encounter each other, they resolve the battle in real time.

Anyway, it’s $35 on Steam currently, which is a bit pricey, though you might consider…other channels (though I don’t know about compatibility in that case).

I bring this up because I was thinking about the game recently and how bad I am at it (I haven’t actually played it much). So I’m interested in exposing new people to it and maybe learning along with them.

Let me know if you’re interested!

these days (i can’t take too much) - part five

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Reader used to be a villain; a stone cold killer. But she doesn’t do that anymore. Helping the Avengers stop her old boss once and for all leads to a lot more than she bargained for, especially when it comes to Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: abuse, violence, language, torture, angst

A/N: eeee some feels happen in this one! and the mission is nearly here :O i wanna know what you guys think will happen in the next part - let me know! 

read part 1, part 2part 3part 4, part 6, and part 7

“Mr Stark requests your presence in his workshop,” Jarvis says, interrupting the episode of Ghost Adventures you weren’t really watching.

Despite the talk you and Rogers had, some of the team are still wary and hostile towards you – and by some, you mainly mean Stark. So you’re not really ecstatic to be summoned to his technological lair, but at least you don’t have to stare listlessly at the TV anymore. Being under house arrest is so boring.

Keep reading

Hamilton as Creole

I’d like for more of Hamilton’s biographers to examine how his identity as a West Indian Creole might have affected his interactions with the American-born Founders. Because going by the British and American pamphlets/literature/plays at the time, there is a definitely clear stock white West Indian archetype that’s used over and over again, that combines the West Indian plantocracy with the undesirables and poor whites shipped to the Islands, to make: the exotic, swarthy (read: ambiguously brown), hotheaded, buffoonish, cruel, avaricious, rakish libertine, who is always a threat to Anglo society. Basically serving as a way for white Britons and white Americans to distance themselves from their own slave societies by showing how terrible the West Indians were by comparison; how the hot climate made them hot-tempered, and the racist insinuation that being surrounded by “licentious” African slaves rubbed off and made white Creoles degenerate sex fiends (to contrast with the “virtuous” “pure” Englishmen and Americans, who weren’t “contaminated”, because even abolitionist literature of this time period still managed to be racist), and eventually the focus shifts from any antislavery message the work might be trying to convey, and instead focuses on Creole degeneracy for its own sake, especially in the case of works geared towards an American audience, who desperately wanted to show that, despite their own slave-owning ways, they were still properly Anglo.

Such you get a pamphlet like from James Otis:

“At the head of all these islands (for there is no distinction made) stands Jamaica, in truth a conquered island; and as such this and all the other little West India islands deserve to be treated for the conduct of their inhabitants and proprietors with regard to the northern [American] colonies divers of these colonies are larger than all those islands together, and are well settled, not as the common people of England foolishly imagine, with a compound mongrel mixture of English, Indian, and Negro, but with freeborn British white subjects, whose loyalty has never yet been suspected.”

“Those in England who borrow the terms of the Spaniards, as well as their notions of government, apply this term [creole] to all Americans of European extract; but the northern colonists apply it only to the islanders and others of such extract, under the Torrid Zone.”

Works of fiction were quite typical in their portrayals as well. Perhaps most famous was Richard Cumberland’s comedy, The West Indian, which we know George Washington, John and Abigail Adams, and even Philip Hamilton saw. The eponymous character, the libertine Creole Belcour, says:

“Miss Rusport, I cannot invent a lie for my life; and, if it was to save it, I cou’dn’t tell one: I am an idle, dissipated, unthinking fellow, not worth your notice: in short, I am a West Indian.”

And we know this affected how some of Hamilton’s political enemies phrased their antagonism towards him. Like when a Clintonian journalist printed this attack, insinuating Hamilton was part-black:

“I have a son, who is a lad of tolerable capacity, and great shrewdness. This boy, who is about 12 years old, reads the Newspapers to me, every morning; I have taught this young shaver to turn all the frothy publications he meets with, into plain English, and, as a specimen of his improvement, I shall give you his interpretation of a piece which appeared a few days ago in the Daily Advertiser, written in the Creolian taste, by Tom S**t [Hamilton], a mustee, viz. ‘Mungo here, Mungo there, Mungo every where/ What a terrible life am I led.’”

And John Adams was infamous for always voicing his disapproval of Hamilton - especially his skills with money, his womanizing, and his national identity - in uncomfortably xenophobic ways:

“The Edinburg Reviews, as entertaining Romances to me as any of the former. These Fellows pretend to all Knowledge and they have a great deal. But they resemble their Creolian Countryman Alex Hamilton. They can hammer out a Guinea into an Acre of Leaf Gold.”

“After the War broke out this Scotch Creolian Boy crept into the Army as a Something, I know not what, whether a volunteer, an Ensign, an Aid de Camp a Scribbler or a Secretary, or a Colonel I neither no nor care, as an Adventurer, a hungry Wolf who had no other Way to Subsist himself or prowl for prey I believe.”

“You made that Westphalian Couplet yourself, Sleeping or waking, nobody but you could have dreamed or thought of: ‘Hogs of Westphalia are a saving brood/ What one lets drop, the other takes for food.’ It so perfectly and summarily comprehends the whole Genius and history of Party and Faction from the Ipso dixit of Pythagoras to the disciples of the Scottish Creolian of Nevis.”

“Every State in the Union has a party, like your ‘old wealthy native Citizens,’ who are Still Englishmen in their hearts, and will afford a mere American no Support. These factions from the Mississippi to St. Croix, have made it a fixed Principle, all along to hunt down every true American and every Revolutionary Character, as Soon as they possibly could, and get them out of their Way. They were all in one of these Parties taught to turn their Eyes for this purpose upon that Scottish Creole Alexander Hamilton as their head, and what he was to do with them or what they were to do with him I will not at present Conjecture.”

But so far, I’ve only read one work that has focused on how being a Creole in Anglo-America would have affected Hamilton, and there’s more here for biographers to explore.

the mortal ships, a tmi fanmix about our 3 favourite ships {listen all together}

clace. {listen}

1. wings // birdy2. metal and dust// london grammar 3. cosmic love (acoustic) // florence and the machine4. long days // i will, i swear 5. every little thing she does is magic // sleeping at last 6. i will follow you into the dark // death cab for cutie7. draw your swords // angus and julia stone8. white blank page // mumford and sons9. angel dust // aaron 10. can’t pretend // tom odell 11. kiss me // ed sheeran 12. heart on fire // jonathan clay 13. [bonus track] better man // jamie campbell bower

sizzy. {listen}

1. texture of my blood // dillon 2. candles // daughter 3. i need my girl // the national 4. i want you // kings of leon 5. heart skipped a beat // the xx 6. vampires // ry x 7. flawless // the neighbourhood 8. all of me // angus and julia stone 9. i know you care // ellie goulding 10. lullabies // yuna 11. the only exception // paramore 12. say something // a great big world ft. christina aguilera

malec. {listen}

1. heart of blue // shannon saunders 2. blush // wolf alice 3. high hopes // kodaline 4. darling are you gonna leave me? // london grammar 5. another’s arms // coldplay 6. paint // the paper kites 7. a lack of color // death cab for cutie 8. don’t wanna go // the lumineers 9. let me in // snowmine 10. so cold // ben cocks 11. make it to me // sam smith 12. i know // tom odell

In our world, there are two types of crazy girls, exemplified by Blair Waldorf and Serena Van der Woodsen from the book and television series, Gossip Girl. There’s the high-strung, high achieving, pill popping, bulimic control freak in Blair, and there’s the manic, borderline unreal, beautifully free, wild child with some very real problems in Serena. When writing about Lana this week, I’ve been thinking a lot about the conception of the “crazy girl” because people have been calling me crazy for as long as I remember. First in elementary school when I was really good at multiplication facts to the point I had to sit out during math competitions for candy, then in high school where my very private journal was accidentally distributed to the masses, and even in college when I couldn’t take the blame for what wasn’t my fault like good girls ought to do. I get so worried about being crazy, so perhaps that’s proof I’m as sane as can be. In my life, I’ve been forced to be more self-aware than any 20 year old ought to be, and I’m learning to accept it in addition to understanding it.

On one hand, I’m the prototypical Blair Waldorf; I refuse to show cleavage in public because it makes me uncomfortable, I base too much of my worth on my academic and social achievements, and I would rather stick pins in my eyes than be caught wearing yoga pants in public. But there’s one major difference between Blair and I- I’m not bulimic at all. The subliminal difference between anorexia and bulimia is that bulimia is about gaining control over ourselves in relation to the world around while anorexia is more complex but also simpler; it’s basically saying “I’m here, I want to be seen, and I am not okay.” In other words, anorexia is the extrovert’s eating disorder, all about restraining yourself in a way that it seems almost accidental, not eating as a lifestyle and then binging when your body almost collapses. It feels wild and free and real but it’s about control just as much as bulimia is; it’s about getting into a battle with ourselves in relation to ourselves, playing chicken to see just how far you can go before falling. Eating disorders are a public example of what it means to be crazy as a young woman, and that is the sort of crazy Serena Van der Woodsen and Lana del Rey’s “Ride” are all about.

There’s a certain freedom in freefall. You aren’t hanging off the edge of a precipice, about to fall into a sea of sharks, holding on with just a thread; you’ve lost your grip and now are swimming in the ocean rescued by mermaids and making friends with the sharks you were so afraid would eat you. The worst is better than you could have ever imagined. The Lana of “Ride” has ostensibly let go, and is free as she can ever be, post National Anthem idyllic, and she doesn’t have to pretend for anybody or anything. Really, she’s great. In other words, she’s the Serena van der Woodsen, beautiful and reckless in a way that makes people forget her pain. Why wouldn’t she be drinking until the morning light- that’s just who she is, why is she so alone, away from everybody who’s ever really loved her, why does she keep on riding to nowhere? This girl is deemed just as crazy as her friend who used to take care her, who’d never dare be caught in such a state in public because she’s a WASP, they don’t shout, they meticulously tear down their enemies with wit and vigor. Their hair is never that long and out of control, but the problem is, she’s collapsing just as much as the other girl who’s now losing it in every single way imaginable.

How does the story end? Nobody really knows because ideally, this girl is supposed to die and only exist in the voice of self-insert white boys who believe she’s taught them about life and love in a way that nobody else could. I messed up that narrative by becoming obsessed with my own survival; part of the reason that I write is that I require myself to be both muse and musee in one. I’m small and doll-like and poetic in my misery in a way that attracts a bevy of suitors intent on making me something different than what I am, but I’m also independent and resilient in a way that I’m not allowed to be, and demand to tell my own story because first and foremost, I believe it is a story worth hearing.

On the Myers Briggs scale, I’m borderline introverted and extroverted; on one hand, I shut down, keeping my nose clean, doing my homework, and avoiding conflict until it’s irresistible to me, but on the other, I let everybody know who I am, what I’m doing, and demand that they care. I am writing this piece and this whole week for that matter for the girl who is written about because she deserves to be listened to. The Daisy Buchanan, the Daisy Miller, the Lana del Rey, the Serena Van der Woodsen, the Alaska Young, young women whose voices are lost in the narrative, and it needs to stop because it’s just not fair. They should be allowed to feel crazy and wild and free and out of control and everything else that their male counterparts like old Dean Moriarty experience and still be seen as legitimate subjects of their stories instead of objects to be pontificated upon. I am learning to keep the moments where I lose my mind to myself so people don’t hurt me in an unfixable way; the issue with being mostly a Blair is that nobody believes you really need help until it’s too late and so, I need to save myself and I always will.

Birthday wishes. Joker x Reader

Plot : the Reader is dating Joker but her parents are agents it . So when the throw her a birthday gala J decided to crash it .

Warning : swearing

Pairing : (Jared Leto ) Joker x Reader

Birthday wishes.

“(Y/n) this is absolutely insane ” your mother said .

There we go again .

She never easy happy with you no matter what you did and now was no exception. I mean you kinda are going out with Gothams most wanted man .

Yes , you and J were an actual thing . He brought the fun in to your boring life .

Because you were in a wealthy family it was inundated of you to even see Joker . But you didn’t care at all.

How you and J meet?

Oh it’s simple.

You were at a gala once , representing your family. You didn’t want to be there but your parents made you . And to say the truth you were happy you did .

About half way through the gala, Joker made his grand entrance and taking you as a hostage. At first you were scared of him and what he could do to you but by the end of the night both of you didn’t want to let each other go .

When you got home and were checking your bag you found a joker playing card with the words “call me doll face ” on it and a number under the words . You smiled to your self and the first thing you did in the morning is calling the number.

But not all secrets can be kept. Somehow your parents found out and now you were stuck in your room . They wouldn’t let you out , use your phone or laptop . And the worst part was that now your parents want you to marry some asshat to make a contract with a different family with a big business.

You sighed.

It was like that for almost 3 months. You really missed your Clown Prince. But you still had a lot of problems here .

Tomorrow is you birthday. So that means a gala . A lot of people you don’t know, meaningless words from said people, drinks and a lot of formalities. And of course no Joker to come see you .

They didn’t understand.

You loved him !

And you didn’t care who he was . You just wanted to be happy . Sure people will question you no doubt. But to hell with them .
You were in your room , preparing for the night. You had a beautiful purple dress that hugged all your curves in all the right places . With the dress you had on a pair of black high heals. Your hair was hanging in lose curls, you make up simple and national except the bold red lipstick.

You looked at the clock.

Yup .

It was time.

You finally left the room to meet and great the guest. For almost the intire night you had to talk to people you could care less about, spend time with Thomas, the asshat that you had to marry and pretend to not mind his company and look happy that your spending your 23rd birthday without your lover .

It was almost time for the guest to leave. About an hour to be specific. Now you just didn’t care if you would be seen as rude or disrespectful to your guests but you were just plain pissed . And to help the fire in you burn more Thomas was hitting on you .

“(Y/n) come on. Is something wrong? Why are you being so rude ? You were perfectly fine before ” he said.

I’m not fine because I hate everyone in this damn room and I haven’t seen the man in love in 2 months, you thought.

Now as if on command grass windows were broken and armed men in different masks were coming in , so rounding all the people in the room . Two men ceme to you , you closed your eyes preparing for one of the to grab you but nothing happens. You opened your eyes to see them taking , the now frightened to death Thomas, away from you .

The big front doors opened loudly, attracting the attention of everyone in the room.

A smile found its way on your face .

There he stood.

That signature smirk on his red lips. His bright green hair neatly combed back. He was wearing his favourite black suit with a white button up shirt that had the top 3 buttons undone showing off his tattoos. With his purple and gold cane he slowly walked to you , his cane the only thing making noise in the intire room .

When he walked up to you he puts his index finger under your chin and his thumb on your chin making you look at him and pulling you to him “hello doll face ~ did you miss daddy while mean old Robert and Julia kept you away from me ? ” he asked and the same time looking at your parents.

“ STAY AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER YOU FREAK ” your mother yelled , your father holding her by her arm to stop her from running to you . Joker simply smirked again. “Carefull lady . All that chit chat’s gonna getcha hurt ” he simply said “I’m taking away doll face here ” he said looking at you again “I still haven’t given her my present yet ” he smirked and in one quick motion he picked you up and started walking out . You only smiled , wrapping your arms around his neck .

“BIE MOM , DAD I’M NEVER COMING BACK ” at this the two of you laughed as he carried you to the car.

The Talk
  • Louis: Okay, where to start ... This will sound crazy, but it’s way better than video games. You know how sneezes feel really satisfying in a weird way? ...
  • Louis: Stay away from Arkansas, they outlawed all the fun stuff ...
  • Louis: Spring Break, my God ... I am so excited for you. I might come with! ...
  • Louis: That’s a great question, I say you burn maybe about 200 calories? ...
  • Louis: If you pretend like you have a bad back, you don’t have to do so much work! ...
  • Louis: Three words -- Old. National. Geographic. ...
  • Louis: I like having the lights out so I can pretend that we’re in a castle ...
  • Louis: You know, a hot tub always seems like a good idea, but actually it’s quite painful ...
  • Louis: These are not the type of crabs Maryland is known for ...
  • Louis: And most importantly, like we always say during the SNL monologue when a musician hosts -- Wrap it up.

knowkneegrows  asked:

You're an ungrateful nigger, aren't you? I'd like to see how long you'd survive in Africa if the "white man" left your sorry ass there instead of bringing your family over to the greatest nation on earth. I bet "your people" back in Africa would have torn your ass apart by now for being such a rude, selfish, and ungrateful bitch. Niggers like you are what make blacks like me wish we didn't look like you.

Yes, I’m very ungrateful for century upon century of subjugation and oppression. I’m very ungrateful for centuries of rape, forced sterilization, gentrification, colonization, forced medical experiments (research Tuskegee experiment & Dr. J. Marion Sims/”the father of gynecology” who conducted experiments on slaves). I’m very ungrateful for the European/White beauty aesthetic and standard that makes young Black children think they’re ugly, causing them to grow up hating themselves and altering their beautiful Black features to be more in line with that standard. I’m incredibly ungrateful for the terrorism—mental and physical—we [people of color] face everyday, simply by existing in this world.  I’m very ungrateful for living in terror at the thought that another person of color will be brutally murdered and their murderer will get off scot-free (Oscar Grant, Trayvon Martin, Sean Bell, Amadou Diallo, Brandon McClelland, Eric Garner, Mike Brown, Aiyanna Jones, Ramarley Graham, Kimani Gray, Tamir Rice, and many, many more). I’m very ungrateful for the horrible things White people have done to countries all over Africa (chattel slavery, stealing of resources, child labor, colonization, apartheid, gentrification, missionaries, etc). I’m very ungrateful for children of the diaspora being forced to abandon and forsake their [original/true] cultures and history. I’m very ungrateful for colorism and self-hate running rampant in black communities. I’m ungrateful for the school-to-prison pipeline, and the erasure of dark skinned people in media.

Africa has well over 50 countries (I believe it’s 54). So where, pray tell, would this cracker be sending me? Depending upon the country, I very well may do just fine.  In fact, many ‘African Americans’/Black people repatriate to Africa. America is not the greatest nation on earth. That’s a totally subjective statement. America has the highest incarceration rate, a poor education system, a poor health care system, the highest obesity rate… The U.S. is currently ranked #4 (and #6 in some studies) in terms of quality of life. The U.S. leads the world in illegal drug use—meaning it also is the biggest culprit and cause of corruption in other countries that are plagued by drug cartels. America is a hypocritical, ignorant, racist, sexist, overly-religious, xenophobic bully who has its blood soaked hands pointing at everyone else, while it stands on the bodies and necks of people of color, women, people with disabilities, non-Christians, and LGBTQ people.

In conclusion, you’re not Black, you white lying ass bitch. Furthermore, I highly doubt you’ve ever been outside of this ‘great nation.’ You’re just another White piece of shit pretending to be Black, going around to different PoC blogs to harass and talking shit. Or, you’re another mayo-scented honky who has a very personal hatred for me and who stalks my blog, and was living for the day you gave this ‘uppity nigger’ a talkin’ to. Lmao. Fucking pig-fleshed caucazoid.

Men always say that as the defining compliment - ‘she’s a cool girl.’ Being a Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and plays video games and drinks cheap beer. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. There are variations - maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs. She is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. I waited patiently - years - for the pendulum to swing the other way, for men to start reading Jane Austen, learn how to knit, pretend to love cosmos, organize scrapbook parties, and make out with each other while we leer. And then we’d say, 'yeah, he’s a Cool Guy.’ But it never happened. Instead, women across the nation colluded in our degradation and Cool Girl became the standard girl. If you weren’t her, there was something wrong with you.
—  Amy Dunne, Gone Girl

anonymous asked:

you should write a fic about cas buying dean a dildo for his birthday because he read online that you should buy your boyfriend sexy gifts

this was supposed to be a drunk prompt but i saved it to write sober.

Dean hasn’t really celebrated his birthday in about a decade or so. A few years ago he got to kill like seven vampires on his birthday, and that was pretty cool. Two years ago he bought one of those pre-made chocolate cakes from Harris Teeter, he and Sam each ate a piece after lunch, and then he sneaked it into his room later that night and finished the whole damn thing before passing out. But presents? Parties? General celebrations of turning a year older? Not really Dean’s style.

Which is why it’s a necessary conversation when Cas asks on New Year’s what Dean wants for his birthday.

“You know when my birthday is?” is Dean’s initial response as he scoots closer to Cas and ignores the low hum of the New Year’s Eve celebration on TV.

“Why wouldn’t I know when your birthday is?”

“Because–never mind. Forget it. You don’t have to get me anything.”

“I’m going to get you something anyway.”

“You know I don’t really…celebrate my birthday, right?”

“I know. But I want to celebrate it.”

The conversation ended there, and Dean decided over the next couple of weeks not to push it.

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