children innocence

cyborg volunteering to help the disabled youth and other disabled poc in his community, bonding and taking pictures with little black boys and girls, doing his hardest to reconnect with a community he was alienated from, working part-time at domestic violence/abuse shelters for women, and even working to protect innocent black boys from stop and frisk and brutality.


Yondu is hanging out on Earth and meets an adorable, little girl named Violet. Ao3 link.

Yondu was used to people staring, especially children. Children were curious about the world, and when they saw something different from what they knew, they were naturally interested. So he didn’t mind that the small girl was staring at him. She had been staring at him since they had come into the diner. She must have been feeling bold because she got up from her seat and walked over to the table where Yondu was sitting with Kraglin. Walking closer, she continued taking him all in. Suddenly, she reached out and touched his skin. He merely smiled, letting her ran his hand over his arm.

“Does your mommy know you colored yourself blue?” She asked, running her fingers over his arm.

Yondu had to chuckle. This was another reason he liked children. They were so innocent and also very honest. He was probably the first alien she had ever seen before.

“No sweetie,” He smiled at her. “I was born this way.”

The little girl looked up at him. She had a pair of big, round brown eyes that were filled with wonder. Her black hair was in two big pigtails and she had lovely dark skin. Clasped tightly in her hands was a rag doll with red hair. Honestly, she was just precious.

“Wow! I wish I was born pink or orange or maybe red!” The girl said.

Kraglin chuckled. The two of them had seen the little girl a few times. They were sitting in a diner, waiting for the rain to stop. This little girl was always in the restaurant, usually sitting at the bar with a coloring book. But today, she had gotten up the courage to talk to the two of them. Feeling even braver, the young girl sat next to Yondu in the booth.

“My name is Violet!” She said and then held up her doll. “This is my Raggedy Ann doll. Say hi Raggedy!”

Violet held up the doll’s hand and made her wave. It was the most precious thing Yondu had seen.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you ladies,” Yondu grinned. “My name is Yondu.”

“Yondu? That’s a funny name, but I like it.” Violet smiled sweetly.

“This fella here is my first mate Kraglin.”

“A first mate? What’s that?”

“Well, you see darling, I’m a captain. Kraglin is my second-in-command.”

“Are you a pirate?” Violet asked excitedly. “Like Captain Jack Sparrow or Blackbeard?”

“Don’t know who they are. Are they cool?”

“Yeah,” Violet played with one of her pigtails. “But they aren’t blue. Oh, are you like the Hulk?When he gets angry, he turns green and big! Are you sad? Is that your power?”

“No sweetie. Like I said, I was born this way. I come from a planet called Centauri. We’re born blue.”

“You’re an alien! Cool! What about Mr. Kraglin? Are you an alien too?” Violet looked at Kraglin hopefully.

“Yeah, I sure am.” Kraglin smiled.

“Violet? Oh sweetheart, don’t bother the nice men.”

A woman wearing a yellow dress and white apron came over to the table. It was obvious she was Violet’s mother. They had the same skin and gorgeous hair. Yondu had recognized her. The woman was a waitress here. What was her name? It started with a C. Violet waved to her mother. The woman looked exhausted. No, not exhausted. The Terran female looked like she was ready to fall over at any given time. There were bags under her eyes, and Yondu could tell she had been on her feet for a long time. But despite this, she was smiling at the two aliens. Out of curiosity or because she had to be polite? He really couldn’t tell.

“Mommy, I made new friends!” Violet said proudly.

“I’m so sorry,” The woman smiled at Yondu weakly. “I don’t have a babysitter, so she has to come with me to work and–”

“Oh don’t apologize. Violet is a delight, ain’t she Kraglin?” Kraglin nodded. “Is this your momma Violet?”

“Yeah,” Violet nodded.

“Should have figured. She’s as pretty as you,” Yondu looked back at the other woman. “It’s no biggy. She’s not bothering us.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive Miss,” Yondu looked at her nametag. “Cora. Violet, I’ve got a story for you. Do you know the human who calls himself Star Lord?”

“Yeah! He’s a hero and a–a—garden of the galaxy.”

“A guardian of the galaxy,” Yondu chuckled. “Well, would you believe me if I told you that I taught him everything he knows?”

“No way!”

“Yes, way. See, when he was little, he was on my ship, and I taught him how to shoot a laser.”

Cora smiled as Yondu began the story. Yondu glanced up at her and winked at her. Cora’s smile grew, and she headed back to work. For hours, Yondu told Violet tales about his life as a Ravager. Intently, the little girl listened, holding her doll and staring at Yondu with her bright eyes. She hung on every word, only stopping him to ask questions. She had a lot to ask for the two aliens. For instance, she wanted to know where they went to the bathroom, what they ate and if they had My Little Ponies in space.

“Violet, it’s time to head on home.”

“Can’t I stay here and talk with Mr. Yondu and Mr. Kraglin?” She asked hopefully.

“No sweetheart. It’s late, we have to go home,” Cora said. “But if they come back tomorrow, you can talk to them then.”

“Awwww,” Violet pouted. “I wish I could stay.”

“Listen to yer mama Violet,” Yondu grinned. “You need your sleep. And in the morning, when you come with your mama, we’ll be here. You can even bring some of your ponies to show us.”

“Okay! I’ll bring all my ponies, and I’ll introduce you to them!” Violet smiled as she got up from the table. “Night Yondu! Night Kraglin!”

Yondu and Kraglin waved goodbye to the young girl.

“Cute kid.” Kraglin smiled.

“Yeah. Goddamn adorable.”

Yondu and Kraglin went to the same diner every single day for weeks. Violet was thrilled. She was overjoyed at someone to talk to. It also seemed to be a big relief to Cora. The poor woman was overworked by the looks of it, and on top of it all, she had a daughter to raise. Yondu had no problem keeping an eye on Violet. In fact, he made his visits much more interesting.

“This is Rainbow Dash, she’s a pegasus!” Violet held up the blue horse. “She’s super fast and has rainbow hair! And this is Fluttershy! She’s also a pegasus, but she’s shy and likes to talk to animals.”

“Huh. Rainbow Dosh and Flutterwhy?” Yondu asked.

“No!” Violet giggled. “Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy!”

“Ah, you’re right,” Yondu hit himself on the head playfully. “I’m so silly!”

“What’s this horsey’s name?” Kraglin pointed to a white one.

“That’s Rarity! She’s a unicorn, and she’s fashionable!” Violet explained. “Spike has a crush on her. Spike’s a dragon, but he’s Twilight’s best friend.”

“You sure know a lot about ponies,” Kraglin picked up another one. “You wanna learn to ride them one day?”

“Yeah,” Violet said. “I want a pony one day, but I have to wait because Mommy doesn’t have enough money for a pony. She works really hard, but most of that money goes to stuff like bills and school. I wish I didn’t have to go. School is boring, and it’s filled with smelly boys.”

“Boys can indeed be smelly,” Yondu mused. “Violet, where’s your daddy at?”

“I don’t like my Daddy. He’s a buttface!” Violet declared.

“A buttface? Well, that isn’t nice.” Kraglin said.

“Yeah but he’s not a nice person,” Violet continued. “Daddies are supposed to be kind to their wives and their daughters, but my daddy isn’t. He yelled at Mommy, pulled her hair, pushed her down and he even hit her. So I hit him back.”

“You defended your mother,” Yondu grinned slightly. “You sure are brave!”

“Am I?” Violet asked. “Like you?”

“I think you’re braver than I am sugar,” Yondu patted her head. “Now, let’s get back to your ponies.”

For a while, things were fine. Cora slowly became more comfortable about Yondu and Kraglin. On good days, she’d slip them a slice of free pie. She would even talk to them, explaining about how she was trying to go back to college, some Earth invention. Cora was studying to be a nurse. Working at the dinner was just a means to an end. Yondu had jokingly suggested she become a Ravager, making her laugh. Violet said she wouldn’t mind living in a spaceship as long as she could bring her ponies.

There were times where Violet would fall asleep on Yondu’s lap, and he would carefully pick her up to take her to Cora’s car. Violet would talk and talk, not wanting to stop even if she was tired. Yondu could always tell when the young girl was ready to collapse. But she would talk until she closed her eyes and slumped over against him. Kraglin teased Yondu about being a big softie, but the first mate adored the little girl as much as Yondu did. Kraglin let Violet paint his nails, commenting on how talented she was. It was a charmed life.

Until one day.

“Violet?” Cora looked behind the counter. “Violet? Honey, where are you?”

Yondu watched as Cora searched for her daughter. Violet hadn’t been waiting for him and Kraglin, so he already knew something was up. Cora looked more frazzled than usual. Her eyes searched the diner, her face filled with dread. Yondu glanced at Kraglin before approaching Cora.

“Miss Cora, is everything alright?” He asked.

“Oh, Yondu! Have you seen Violet? I can’t find her!” Cora began. “She was sitting over there in that booth, but when I came back from the kitchen, she was gone!”

“Did you try checking the bathroom?” Yondu suggested.

“I didn’t! That’s a good idea!” Cora gave him a weak smile before heading to the bathroom.


“Yeah, I know. I think she’s just in the can. She’ll be–”

A scream caused Yondu to jump slightly. Both he and Kraglin ran to the bathroom. Cora was on her knees, rocking back and forth. She was holding something. Yondu joined her, holding her. She looked at him, tears running down her face. The item in her hand was Violet’s Raggedy Ann doll. The head had been torn off.

“He took her,” Cora said between cries. “Oh my god, he took my baby.”

“Miss Cora, can you use your words?”

“He found us! My ex-husband! He found out where I worked and he took Violet! Oh god, what will he do to her? What if he—”

“Now, now, now,” Yondu stopped her. “Listen, there is no need to get yourself worked up. Me and Kraglin will take care of this for you. We’ll get Violet back. You just tell me his name, and I’ll find him. I promise.”

“No, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking,” Yondu helped her up. “You go sit down, and we’ll deal with your nasty ex. Alright?”

“Come out from under the bed Violet.”


Violet was scrunched up beneath the bed in the hotel room. In one hand, she was clutching a pair of scissors she had found in one of the drawers. Despite her father’s kind face, she knew it was dumb to trust him. Already, he had hit her. Her lip was busted thanks to him. Glaring at him, she tightened her grip on the scissors. It was the only way she could defend herself. Her father had already slapped her, and her face still stung from his hand.

“Sweetie, please.”

“Don’t call me sweetie!” She growled.

“Honey, I”m trying very hard to be sweet,” He reached towards her. “Don’t you want to be a family again?”

“Not with you!” Violet spat. “You hurt mommy! You said you were going to get better and you lied! I hate you and wish you would just die!”

Her father’s eyes turned dark. For a second, Violet was scared. But she remembered that Yondu had called her brave. She was just like him. Her father reached again, trying to get to her but then there was a knock at the door.

“Go away please!” Her father called.

Another knock came, this one louder and more forceful. Growling, her father got up. Violet waited a second before scooting closer towards the edge of the bed. Then was a loud boom as the door was opened and Violet heard a familiar voice.

“Yondu?” She asked.

Feet appeared in the room. Violet was silent until she saw Yondu’s face. Smiling, she crawled out from under the bed. She dropped the scissors as she wrapped her arms around the alien’s neck. Yondu picked her up, holding her tightly. Violet sniffled a bit, but she didn’t want to cry. Brave people didn’t cry. She wasn’t really sad. If anything, she was happy that someone had come to save her. Yondu looked at her.

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking at her lip.

Violet nodded. Yondu went into the other room. Kraglin had a strange weapon pointed at Violet’s father. He looked over to Violet who hid her face in the crook of Yondu’s neck. She didn’t want to look at her terrible, awful good for nothing dad. Instead, she just clung to Yondu for dear life.

“Where are you taking my daughter?”

Yondu placed Violet down. She shivered and a tear rolled down her face, but Kraglin quickly picked her up. Like with Yondu, she clung to the other alien. Yondu opened up his jacket. With a sharp whistle, his famous Yaka arrow floated to his side. Violet watched the silver weapon hover in the air. Her father wasn’t as impressed as she was. Instead, he was giving Yondu a death glare.

“You can’t have my Violet, and you can’t have my Cora!” Her father shouted.

Another whistle and the arrow pierced her father’s hand. He shouted out in pain as Yondu grabbed the other by the neck.

“Listen to me and listen to me well asshole,” Yondu’s voice was low. ‘If I ever hear about you bothering this sweet, little angel or her mama, I will tear your asshole out through your nose. You’ll never see them again, got it?”

“They’re mine.” Was all Violet’s father got out.

There was another whistle. Violet watched as her father screamed in agony as Yondu’s arrow went through his hand. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see the blood. She heard the screams, and she could deal with that. She couldn’t deal with the blood.

“You do not own them. You will never own them. Heed my warning, or you’re a dead man. Let’s go Kraglin.”

Violet woke up, but she wasn’t in her bedroom. Instead, she had woken up in a hospital room. Her Raggedy Ann doll was in bed next to her. Someone had sewn her head back onto her body. Violet pulled it closer to her, smiling. Sitting in the chair across from her was her mother who was asleep. But Violet didn’t see Yondu or Kraglin.

She stood up and looked around the room. She found a note on the bedside table along with a box wrapped in pink wrapping paper. Violet’s name was on the letter, so she opened it.

Dear Violet,

Me and Kraglin went to make sure your papa doesn’t come back to bother you and your ma. You did a really brave thing, standing up to him and I’m pretty proud of you. You’re the bravest person I know. I have some business to attend too, but I promise you that we’ll be back. There is something in the box for your mama. It’s in an envelope. Take care of your new friend and be good to your mama.


Violet was confused, but she opened up the box. She smiled when she saw a brand new Princess Celestia doll. Then, she reached in and took out of the envelope. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she looked inside it. It was filled with money. A lot of money. Smiling, she closed the envelope and went to find her mother.

Yondu was her favorite hero, Violet decided. And when he got back, she was going to show him all her new ponies.

anonymous asked:

No hate, I'm just genuinely curious. I'm very interested in the Columbine events and I do feel empathy for the boys... but I sort of feel as though perhaps shipping them adorably could be disrespectful to those they murdered. That's only my opinion and I know everybody is different, and entitled to that, so I'm curious about your opinion, and how you see it and what you think!

sit down n get ready folks cause here’s a long one.

here’s my opinion:
dylric has nothing to do with the victims unless people choose to make it have something to do with the victims, therefore, it’s not disrespectful to the victims, but it IS disrespectful to eric and dylan. keep in mind that the boys murdered innocent children in cold blood, so do they actually deserve any respect? no, absolutely not. they were racist fuckwads. it makes sense to not give them respect even if we relate to their feelings. nothing changes the fact that they are mass murderers, even if people think they’re attractive and sympathize them, blah blah blah, etc.

see, if someone were to write a dylric fic DIRECTLY including any victims, that would be not only disgusting but disrespectful to the victim(s) in general, and shame on the person who wrote that fic ‘cause- do i really need to explain?

now, given that dylric is already kinda gross on it’s own, i don’t exactly full on ship it and i don’t think the boys were actually dating, or gay, or anything for that matter, ‘cause they weren’t. i joke about the idea that they were, but no matter what i say, they were not a thing. if they were, dylan most likely wouldn’t have went to prom with robyn and would’ve went with eric instead or something, and dylan also wouldn’t have groaned about his “halcyon girl”. another reason is the fact that eric kept going on and on about trying to get laid before the massacre, and the way he talked about girls in his journal. assuming the boys were actually gay for each other is inaccurate and i think we all know that, even the dylric shippers.

now you may ask,
wHy dO yOu wRiTe dYlrIc fIcS iF yOu tHiNk iT’s dIsGuStInG?!?!!
‘cause i want to, nothing more, nothing less. i’ve studied columbine for a lil while now and for some reason writing dylric keeps me entertained and helps me learn more about the boys and the case at the same time, plus it helps me improve my own writing by reading things other dylric accounts write. it’s not because i actually think the boys were gay.

ps, thank you anon for not coming off as a total asshole about the subject like most people would. made my day a lil better, and i hope this helped you understand.


Books Every Black Child Should Read 

Nappy Hair -  Carolivia Herron, Joe Cepeda (Illustrator)

The Snowy Day -  Ezra Jack Keats

Mufaro’s Beautiful Daughters -  John Steptoe

Meet Addie - American Girl Story 

“Her Stories: African American Folktales, Fairy Tales, and True Tales” - Virginia Hamilton

Daddy and Me -  Jeanne Moutoussamy-Ashe

Dancing In The Wings - Debbie Allen

Something Beautiful - Sharon Dennis Wyeth

My NSFW Gifs

So I was really intrigued by this new Tumblr censoring so just for fun I wanted to see what exactly they censored from me. Apparently they censors people’s gif sets so I want to see just what gifs are triggering. Lets see now…

Okay Levi’s face…no comment.





F.U.C.K. Y.O.U.!


A female beating up bullies is NSFW content, noted.


anonymous asked:

Should pedophiles kill themselves?

Listen, suicide is tragic. I’m not going to tell anyone to kill themselves. However, Anyone who prays on the innocence of children and creates a lifetime of damage and abuse by forcing them to fulfil their perverted, disgusting, and dangerous sexual fantasies is beyond selfish and evil and deserves every form of punishment known to man. I don’t care about it being a “condition”.. these people are parasites and add no true value to society.

Children are precious, they should be protected and they’re entitled to grow in a carefree, happy and loving environment. Childhood should be preserved and packed with happy memories and love. I have absolutely no tolerance for any form of abuse to children. If you cause any form of damage to a child, their adult life will pay the price. Leave children the fuck alone.

If I lose followers who happen to be pedophile sympathisers, then cool. Let’s see if your attitude remains if someone close to you is affected.

you’re hot (when you’re mad)

isaac knows the perfect way to distract his wife when she’s angry.  

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Sill trying to wrap my head around Helena, who is:

- A trained assassin 

- Capable of hacking into a cop’s computer

- Proficient with various weapons such as a sniper’s rifle, bow and arrow, etc

- Intelligent enough to plan a prison break and skilled enough to carry it out

- Suceeds eventually in evading both military soldiers and religious fanatics

- Probably knows 101 ways to kill you

- Knows who’s who and what’s up despite appearances and often shows up in the nick of time to save her sisters 

Is also someone who:

- Exibits a childlike innocence and curiosity as well as the ability to show mercy despite a history of being constantly abused

- Has a thing for sweets and jello with sugar

- Is captivated by fish in a tank

- Makes shadow puppets while camping with her sister to make her laugh

- Sticks her tongue out at children

Originally posted by thecloneclub

i. Aphrodite has given up on love. She listens to boys yelling obscene things at innocent girls. She can be found serving drinks at the local bar to broken women and spitting poisonous words at the filthy gentlemen next to them.
ii. Apollo dreads the moment the sun rises. Because when the sun goes up, his local late night show ends and his hour of fame comes to a close. He can be found spending his days, sitting on a park bench asking for loose change and wishing his poetry was good enough.
iii. Ares doesn’t understand war anymore. All he sees is needless bloodshed and brutal homicide based upon abhorrent racial cleansing and childish disagreements. He can be found weeping over the destruction of schools and the murder of innocent children.
iv. Artemis doesn’t hunt game anymore. She carries a switchblade and mace, prepared to fight off any boy harassing a girl with intoxicated footsteps. She can be found holding back girl’s hair as they vomit up their insecurities while sobs wrack their body into the next morning.
v. Athena has stopped believing in reason. When there’s international conflict concerning who marries who and a nationwide crisis about the newest fashion, reason just doesn’t seem applicable anymore. She can be found protesting with college students about real problems.
vi. Dionysus can’t help the madness. When the frequency of mental illness - in children nonetheless, has become so high? What’s the point? He can be found at the same pub and same seat as always; drinking the same dry whisky wishing everything would be the same as it used to be.
vii. Hades can’t stand jewels anymore. Emeralds reflect the envy and greed of humanity while rubies reflect their sexual and blood lust. He can be found rolling his eyes at people begging for their lives in the allies while human demons hunt them down for materialistic ends.
viii. Hephaestus has developed a hatred of fire. It does nothing but steal. It steal oxygen from the air and steal people from their families. Fire does not give it takes. He can be found saving everything he can from fire’s wrath, but will later choke on the smoke of his cigarette.
ix. Hermes can’t stand traveling. His legs are weak and his eyes are strained. He’s carried too many messages to people about the death of loved ones and the love letters are scarce. He can be found stealing, not money, but of their hope and strength because he’s hasn’t any left.

The gods are among us and they can’t survive. Why should I?

—  “Modern Mythology” by Maggie McCloskey 

S A S U H I N A // Bento Box.

I got the idea from a post that said:

“Hinata gave her lunch to Sasuke when she noticed that he didn’t have anything to eat. That was a week after his clan’s massacre.”

or something along those lines? :)

Credit goes to whoever came up with that heartbreakingly brilliant idea~ It made me coo while I drew this.

The colouring is a bit rushed, but it’s supposed to give off an innocent, childish feel.

Cliche For A Reason

No matter how many times they’re done, there are a few tropes I’ll read 100 times with the same ship, by 100 different authors.

Here are just a few of those tropes:

1. Fake Dating AU.

Whether it’s a short exchange with a stranger because there’s a creep who won’t stop hitting on them, or a fully planned out, year-long con to fool their family, I can never get enough of these.

2. Trapped in A Small Space Together

Freezing to death in an engine room. Hiding together in a closet to avoid being killed. Locked in a room, running out of air.

No matter the context, this one always makes my day, especially if one of the people trapped isn’t usually big on physical contact.

3. Taking Care of Children Together

Innocent little kids have a way of bringing out the soft side of even the fiercest characters.

4. Unnaturally Truthful

Truth serums, an excess of pain meds, and outside threats are just a few of the ways my beloved ships can be forced to admit things they never would under normal circumstances.

5. Amnesia/Forgetting The Other

Sometimes they hit their head. Sometimes they were brainwashed. Sometimes they died and came back to life.

Whatever the reason, one doesn’t know the other, and the other has to faithfully stick by them, and try to help them remember. (Or start from scratch, befriending them and falling in love all over again.)

6. Grumpy, Distant Characters Turning Into Human Puppies Around That Special Someone

This requires no explanation, I believe.

7. Everyone Knows One Loves The Other

Except, of course, the other.

8. First Kiss Forgotten

Maybe someone was under mind control when it happened, or maybe they just had a bit too much to drink, but Person A remembers Person B kissing them, and Person B has no idea it happened. (Or DO THEY?)

Mother, he touches me as if I am
the silver over which he rules.

Mother, he stares at me as if I am
more fearsome than all the creatures
in his kingdom.

Mother, he worships me as if I am the
only goddess he knows.

Mother, he holds me as if I am fragile
but kisses me as if I am stronger than
Atlas himself.

Mother, his eyes are precious stones
I fear they’re worth more than all my
flowers Above.

Mother, his rare smile shines brighter
than Apollo’s sun.

Mother, he tells me I am a queen and
places a crown of flowers and iron and
bones upon my head.

Mother, his laughter is water and I am
the thirstiest I have ever been.

Mother, his touch is golden and I am

Mother, his anger shakes our kingdom
whole and thrills my very bones.

Mother, he tells me rage is natural and
takes me to his Fields of Punishment to
scream it away.

Mother, he’s shown me even the dead
can bleed and given me control of

Mother, he’s watched me rip limbs from
the dead and kissed the blood from my
fingers and still found me beautiful.

Mother, his skin is ice and I am melting it.

Mother, he is a maze and I have lost
myself in him.

—  Kore