constant riot

the great gatsby by f. scott fitzgerald; starter sentences.

  • ❛ So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. ❜
  • ❛ I hope she’ll be a fool – that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool. ❜
  • ❛ Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away. ❜
  • ❛ And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy. ❜
  • ❛ I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity. ❜
  • ❛ Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead. ❜
  • ❛ You see I usually find myself among strangers, because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me. ❜
  • ❛ There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired. ❜
  • ❛ In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. ❜
  • ❛ Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope. ❜
  • ❛ Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall. ❜
  • ❛ Can’t repeat the past?…Why of course you can!❜
  • ❛ It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard drinking people. ❜
  • ❛ So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight. ❜
  • ❛ All I kept thinking about, over and over, was ‘You can’t live forever; you can’t live forever.’ ❜
  • ❛ I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others–young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life. ❜
  • ❛ No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart. ❜
  • ❛ It takes two to make an accident. ❜
  • ❛ Personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures. ❜
  • ❛ He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man. ❜
  • ❛ There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind… ❜
  • ❛ But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires. ❜
  • ❛ I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it! ❜
  • ❛ I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library. ❜
  • ❛ Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window. ❜
  • ❛ It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again. ❜
  • ❛ The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain. ❜
  • ❛ I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known. ❜
  • ❛ So I walked away and left him standing there in the moonlight – watching over nothing. ❜
  • ❛ Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply. ❜
  • ❛ The rich get richer and the poor get – children. ❜
  • ❛ I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone’s away. There’s something very sensuous about it – overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands. ❜
  • ❛ The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun. ❜
  • ❛ Murder your darlings. ❜
  • ❛ It makes me sad because I’ve never seen such – such beautiful shirts before. ❜
  • ❛ Human sympathy has its limits. ❜
  • ❛ A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about. ❜
  • ❛ I’m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. ❜
  • ❛ I can’t describe to you how surprised I was to find out I loved her, old sport. ❜
  • ❛ I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife. ❜
  • ❛ That voice was a deathless song. ❜
  • ❛ I was a little shocked at the elaborateness of the lie. ❜
  • ❛ All the bright precious things fade so fast, and they don’t come back. ❜
  • ❛ But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. ❜
  • ❛ She was incurably dishonest. ❜
  • ❛ What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do? ❜
  • ❛ Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on. ❜
  • ❛ Most affectations conceal something eventually, even though they don’t in the beginning. ❜
  • ❛ I’d like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around. ❜
  • ❛ I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade. ❜
  • ❛ God knows what you’ve been doing, everything you’ve been doing. You may fool me, but you can’t fool God! ❜
  • ❛ He’s so dumb he doesn’t know he’s alive. ❜
  • ❛ I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything. ❜
The signs as F Scott Fitzgerald quotes

Aries: “But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot.”

Taurus: “I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find you are not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.”

Gemini: "her philosophy is carpe diem for herself, and laissez-faire for others”

Cancer: “And in the end, we were all just humans, drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.”

Leo: “You mustn’t confuse a single failure with a final defeat.”

Virgo: “A well-chosen book saves you from everything, including yourself.”

Libra: "She was beautiful - but especially she was without mercy.”

Scorpio: "The fire blazing in her dark and injured heart seemed to glow around her like a flame.”

Sagittarius: "I’m a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires.”

Capricorn: "There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired.”

Aquarius: “Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.”

Pisces: "No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.”

little pre war america things

okay, let’s face it - fallout 4 did a shit job of showing us exactly what pre war america was like. and a lot of people have come into this series on this game and seem to have gotten the wrong impression of 2077 (understandably!) so settle down, kiddos, i’m gonna give you some of the highlights of pre war america (and feel free to add to the list)

  • so mexico gets hit with some pretty bad earthquakes around 2044. the us starts selling mister handy units there to aid the country, then realizes ‘holy shit, there’s a lotta oil here and we’re running out!’ so they send in the fucking military and drain the country for all it’s worth
  • new plague starts to hit (guess who unleashed that?). people die in droves. quarantine areas are set up but do jack shit cause it keeps spreading and the only thing that stops it is the bomb
  • i mean in denver people burn down half the city when the plague hits because they’re so scared 
  • resource wars start in 2052, smaller countries go bankrupt left and right and the UN throws up it’s hands and says ‘fuck it we’re done’ 
  • there were constant riots, food shortages, bad fucking times
  • canada, along with mexico, gets occupied by the us military and sucked dry. 
  • (so nate, which part of that did you wanna talk about at the veteran’s hall?) 
  • gas prices were around  $7450.99 to $8500.99 so good luck driving anywhere ever
  • the government’s like, you know what would be good? if we put agents in popular media to push propaganda 
  • the country went full totalitarian near the end. 
  • the military would just fucking nab people off the street for dissenting 
  • chinese americans get rounded up and put in concentration camps
  • (nora what was that law degree for?? why did you need that? people weren’t given trials. nora??)
  • it was shit
  • bethesda why didn’t you show or mention any of this 
  • todd. todd answer me. why did you do this 

“I must see this man die. My hands around that throat, strangling the life out of him slowly, watching that light flicker and fade from not only his eyes but his precious stars………………….and yeeeeeeeeet I also kinda wanna go grab an ice cream sundae with him and go hang out at the beach? Lol, IDK. Hmmmmmm. What a complex range of emotions I’m feeling ALL AT ONCE.” 

( ✰ Chapter One: Game Of Survival ♫ ♬)

Preview ‘’Game of Survival” Audio Here

Despite his nearly debilitating speech impediment, George Palmer is now the new mayor of Houston. 

A while ago, former Mayor Hollands instructed Houston’s police department to take down any citizens who had any chance of showing gang affiliation. When the entire Dark Hills organizational members were in jail for six months, the TMI Gang were the ones roaming the streets freely and causing hell. Many citizens filled reports to the office about wanting to keep them out of their neighborhoods. Come to find out, the TMI Gang leader’s father was none other than Mayor Hollands. In Houston’s biggest scandal yet,  police officers were forced to protect his son and his ‘’friends’’. 

After the sudden disappearance of other gangs, the TMI Gang let their ego take over and decided to terrorize the city to the point where constant riots were being set up in front of City Hall. Mayor Hollands was finally impeached after refusing to arrest his own son and the rest of the gang. 

Now that George Palmer has gained his new status, he’ll make sure that security and justice will be established. More funds will be allocated to the LGBTQ+ and Mental Health/Physical Disabilities communities. Though the first thing on his agenda, was to retrain all officers in how to deal with gang violence. Mayor Palmer has nothing against the Coke Boys; he’s well aware that black people have to do what they need to survive in the projects. All he wants is less crimes and gang related activities in his city.

It’s a shame that this man wants nothing but safety and protection in his city while mysterious and heart breaking things have been going on in those exact same streets. Police officers have spent countless hours and funds only to run into roadblock after roadblock.  It seems as if the Coke Boys have no leader. Let alone figuring out who’s the founder of the gang, that’s like a dog chasing his own tail in a circle. From the very little intel they’ve been able to gather, everyone in the gang is equal and no one is inferior than the other except if they’re associates. The word ‘’family’’ is used loosely in the gang. We’ve heard constant news about the Coke Boys killing their own kinds as well. You’re a family - but to a certain extent. They won’t protect everyone.  Nothing is crystal clear in this gang, some members have even been caught giving up information in the interrogation room downtown; they could all smile to your face but be ready to stab you in the back. 

However, the Coke Boys’ front businesses are suddenly growing without the cops knowledge. They own everything – especially the stores that belongs to their associates. As for their human trafficking business, random flyers with ‘’Need a paying job? Call (713)-452-8965 for more details!’’ have been placed around the city, and women have been reported missing at a rate of 2 in 4 women. Some bystanders ignore it while others takes the risk in meeting up with the employer. Now more than ever, the mayor states, young women should be vigilant and only accept jobs from corporate stores; mom and pop business can no longer be trusted.

Meanwhile, the Juice Drive-In, that used to be owned by the Coke Boys, is still closed. The anonymous buyer is thinking of building a brand new hotel on the land, while numerous Drive-In customers and employees are still protesting to bring back the drive-in. It used to be a hot spot for other gangs and such, but it was simply a safe zone. Every gang member knew that respect and peace were to be followed among the drive-in. Now that it’s not in their possession anymore, it almost feels like they were attacking them. Especially now that the former Coke Boys member Brian Dolerus, also former owner of Juice, is declared dead after finding a gunshot to his head in his apartment.

Question is, where will you set your mind on? Helping the mayor keeping this city safe? Bring back the safe haven that is the Juice Drive-In? Bring justice for Brian Dolerus? Participate in gang activities? Or just simply be a citizen that only cares about themselves? Think before you do anything. One wrong move and everything will go left.

After posting my favourite Fitzgerald quotes from This Side of Paradise and The Beautiful and Damned here, I decided to dedicate a post from to one of my favourite book of all time and the first Fitzgerald novel I read. 

The following are a list of my favourite quotes from The Great Gatsby:

“I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”

“I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.”

“Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead.”

“He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.”

“You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad thing that happened to me.”

“There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.”

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

“Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope.”

“They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another.”

“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”

“But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. A universe of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the clock ticked on the washstand and the moon soaked with wet light his tangled clothes upon the floor.”

“No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.”

“I couldn’t forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified.”

“There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams – not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion.”

“All I kept thinking about, over and over, was ‘You can’t live forever; you can’t live forever.’”

“So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.”

“I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others — young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.”

“In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.”

“If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him.”

“The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.”

“He talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was.”

“His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.”

“So I walked away and left him standing there in the moonlight, watching over nothing.”

“Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.”

“It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.”

“People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.”

“Human sympathy has its limits, and we were contented to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind.”

“I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night, and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye.”

“One emotion after another crept into her face like objects into a slowly developing picture.”

“Their eyes met and they stared together at each other, alone in space.”

“He snatched the book from me and replaced it hastily on its shelf, muttering that if one brick was removed the whole library was liable to collapse.”

“The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised.”

“Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on.”

“He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.”

“He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.”

“He smiled understandingly — much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced — or seemed to face — the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.”

“And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler.”

“I hope she’ll be a fool – that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”

“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”

“Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.”

“He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.”

“The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.”

“I thought of Gatsby’s wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy’s dock. He had come a long way to this lawn and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.”

“They were careless people, Tom and Daisy- they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.”

“Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.”

your lips are sweet and you kiss like lemonade and all this feels like being awash in a pink sunset. the gray is reality and cold but my body feels warm in the moment.  i never know how to ask but you know, you know me. and that’s more than i can say for a lot of people. i’m a constant riot, but right now i’d go wherever you’d want me to be. you pull me down and i fall like breathing,  like it’s the second most natural thing in the world. i always forget what to do with my hands, but today, i hold. i don’t want to leave. i can’t forget but you and me, this feels honest, feels sticky truth. you mark me in burgundy, and the color doesn’t look the same way once i’ve felt it on my skin. i want you to color me violet. i want time to be kind. and god,  i want you to know that you’re fucking beautiful. i promise next time i’ll say it outloud.
—  YOU PUT A FEVER INSIDE OF ME, x.v

9. “There’s a leaf in your hair.” - from this list

The fall air was crisp and Oliver had all the windows rolled down as he turned down their street. He was almost home. 

Pulling up to the house, Oliver smiled when he saw Connor in the front yard, raking up the fallen leaves, and tooted the horn once in greeting. 

Connor turned and smiled back. He leaned back against the rake as Oliver pulled into the driveway and stepped out of the car.

“Hello,” Connor said, smiling again as Oliver walked over. 

“Hello,” Oliver returned. 

“How was your day?” Connor asked. 

“Okay.” Oliver stepped close for a quick, fierce kiss and tucked a hand into the back pocket of Connor’s jeans to squeeze his ass. “Better now,” he murmured with a sly grin. 

“I’ll say,” Connor teased and leaned in again for another kiss. 

“Where are our children?” Oliver mumbled the question against Connor’s lips. 

“Oh!” Connor leaned back, remembering the game, and steeled his expression into pure innocence. “I have no idea.” 

Oliver cocked an eyebrow. “Really?” 

A few feet away, a pile of fallen leaves giggled. 

“Really,” Connor told Oliver, bitting back a grin. “No idea.” 

Oliver didn’t bother to hide his grin and looked over to the pile. “Is that so?” 

He slowly walked over, circling the pile of leaves as he said, “So Jamie and Ryan are hiding?” Another giggle from the pile. “But where could they be?” Another giggle. “How will we find them?” 

Pausing next to the pile, Oliver crouched down and placed a hand on the pile. Feeling a small body, Oliver twisted his hand to try and tickle whomever he’d found under the leaves. Hearing his daughter’s gasp and giggle, Oliver moved his hand, trying to find her armpit. For Jamie it was under her arms but for Ryan… Oliver used his other hand to try and find his son’s tummy under the leaves. He found it and soon both his twins were giggling and twisting as he tickled them. 

Jamie’s face popped up from under the leaves, followed quickly by Ryan’s. Oliver paused his tickling. 

“Well, look who I found?” Oliver murmured in awe. Did parents ever get used to this? This wonder of their children. 

“Hi, Papa,” Jamie said as she tried to brush her fall of hair out of her face. The curling mass of it refused to stay in hair ties and ribbons and was a constant, beautiful riot around her face. 

Ryan chimed in too. “Hi, Papa!” He stuck his tongue through the gap in his front teeth and wiggled it until Oliver smiled. It was Ryan’s latest party trick. 

“How did you two–?”

The question wasn’t even out of Oliver’s mouth before he had a small fistful of leaves thrown in his face followed quickly by another. Oliver spat dried leaves out of his mouth as he children bounced up with battle cries of “Get him!” 

The fight was on. 

Jamie smashed a bunch of leaves over Oliver’s head before running away to another piles of leaves. Ryan tried to pull his father down into the pile before realizing his efforts were fruitless and ran after his sister, a handful of leaves thrown over his shoulder as he went. Oliver was quick after them. The three of them tussled and fought across the front yard. Leaves were thrown in faces and crunched into hair. Oliver fought off his climbing, leaf throwing children with tickles and picking them up to spin them around and running away only to allow himself to be caught. 

Eventually, he ended up on his back in a pile of leaves. His children throwing leaves on top of him to “Bury Papa!!”

Oliver lifted his head to see Connor walking over, smiling at the three of them, phone out and recording Oliver’s downfall. 

When Connor stood above him, Oliver tried to scowl. “You could have helped me,” he scolded. 

Connor only shrugged and told Oliver, “There’s a leaf in your hair.” 

Oliver snorted. “There’s more than one.” 

Connor stopped the recording and put his phone away. He crouched down and picked a few leaves out of Oliver’s hair. “That’s true,” he softly said. 

Connor was too distracted, smiling at his husband covered in leaves, to see his children gathering piles of leaves in their hands and exchanging meaningful looks. It was time to get Daddy too. 

Seven Minutes From You - Chapter 5

So I’m currently running on coffee fumes and yesterday’s sleep but I was finally able to push out Chapter 5 when I said I would. If I wasn’t so exhausted, I’d be ridiculously happy about that fact. As it is, I can barely keep my eyes open. I expect lots of love from all of you.

Just realized I have school in a couple of hours. *cries pathetically*


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anonymous asked:

thoughts on white people comparing mike brown and Dillon Taylor to talk about how no one cares because he's white? that there's no "riots" or constant media coverage? I think it's ridiculous and I do feel horrible about what happened, but white people using this for their "we are not racist, the black thugs are" and "the media is biased against us!!!" agenda is ridiculous. Curious on your analysis of this

They do that shit without thought, without critical thinking. It’s unfortunate but there isn’t an epidemic or history of young white men being gunned down by black police officers due to racial tensions or racial stereotypes. The killing of Dillon Taylor by a black police officer was an isolated case, he will not be labelled a thug, deserving of death, ‘no angel’ etc. while the killing of Michael Brown is apart of a disturbing pattern that has historical roots, a symptom in this disease called racism. The two incidents are not comparable other than the fact that they were killed by an officer. Simple.

~Eon