somaya-mohd  asked:

Does it worth a vid to talk about feminazies like Julie Bindel who has openly called for "putting all men in concentration camps and eradicating heterosexuality" and anita sarkeesian who think video games are sexist and other feminazies and female supremacists? Sorry for my bad English & by the way i love your videos :)

A few crazy idiots. Don’t let them ruin all of feminism for you ok? The majority of feminists are fucking awesome. Ellen Page, Beyonce etc etc… awesome feminists.

With comic con, the chemistry test, and the cycle of SSW post I see. I was remind back in season 2 after Skye got her powers. Everyone on the team treated her/reacted badly. Fitz did come around and protect her but him I can understand somewhat but not completely. Simmons kept talking about how it was a plague, that needed to be eradicated when referencing Raina. They literally dumped her in a cabin in the middle of the woods to protect themselves, rather then help her. Then the “REAL SHIELD” ambushed her to eliminate her. She escaped to afterlife with some random she didn’t know because her ‘Family’ abandoned her. Afterlife treated her with some form of decency. No wonder she choose them over SHIELD when it came to it.
But do you know who didn’t treat her differently? Who didn’t become scared of her? Didn’t treat her like a monster?
Grant Ward, that’s who.
He literally saw her use her powers and was just like okay that’s what happened in San Juan. Awesome, let’s continue with the mission. He didn’t care what she was as long as she was safe. They say that he is a psychopath, that he is evil. How is he like they say when he treats Skye the exact same, even though she’s inhuman and she shot him in the back. This is just one reason why I don’t stand with shield. I don’t stand with hydra. I STAND WITH WARD.



SUN JUL 31 - 5:30 PM

Romare Bearden Park
300 S Church Street


We will do a silent march through the park beginning at the MLK enteracne and ending at that point at 4 where we will host a sit in and recite the ending of MLK’s I have a dream speech

This event is part of the National #MLKSitIn Day of Action
A national gathering of everyday people in an occupational protest on every single street named for Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. in America on Sunday July 31st

#MLKSitIn is the chance to:

• Draw international attention to the systematic execution of Black Americans and the terrorism inflicted upon us by racist institutions
• Celebrate the joy, love, and hope of our future in defiant acts of community and peace
• Call everyone around the country to commit themselves in the fight to eradicate racism, sexism, queer/transphobia, xenophobia poverty, injustice, and all violations of civil and human rights and liberties.
• We are a group of DEDICATED organizers taking part in a national act of peaceful resistance, an act of defiant JOY, a sit in on the every street named after the man who gave his life to move us closer to freedom and liberation.

Join us July 31st for this historic nationwide day of solidarity! Visit for more information.

anonymous asked:

ur goku post is #real but tbh im salty over u including eren yaeger but not luffy

because i dont want goku to kill luffy, i want them to be friends. eren i want to be eradicated from existence

Imperial Agent Act 1 Endings (Spoilers)

End of Act 1. Spoilers.

1. Full Dark Side, fire Eradicators, Hand of Jadus, boss fight is Zhorrid. Followed at home by: “Since Eradication Day, Lord Jadus has been solidifying his control. In honor of our successes, he’s made changes to our department. My predecessor was elevated to Minister of Intelligence. That makes me the new Keeper of Operations Divison.“ (Optional: ”I’m surprised. You fought against Jadus aboard his ship.” “I serve the Empire. At the time, Lord Jadus appeared to be the enemy. His mercy was most generous.”)

2. Light Side, refuse to fire Eradicators, boss fight is Jadus. Followed at home by: “After Darth Jadus’s defeat and escape, there was a great deal of chaos. The Dark Council decided to make changes. My predecessor was elevated to Minister of Intelligence. That makes me the new Keeper of Operations Divison.“

3. Full Light Side, refuse to fire Eradicators, no Jadus fight.  Followed at home by: “After Darth Jadus’s defeat and escape, there was a great deal of chaos. The Dark Council decided to make changes. My predecessor was elevated to Minister of Intelligence. That makes me the new Keeper of Operations Divison.

4. (I have no video) Dark Side, fire Eradicators but then boss fight Jadus. I believe this permits “capture” of Jadus.

anonymous asked:

I think Eto considering Arima the OEK is just part of the narrative that she's made for this story. What's likely is that Arima agreed with Eto's goals and because of that, did the bare minimum. He didn't finish her off, he didn't go out of his way to attack her at the Anteiku Raid. It's the equivalent of knowing a bunch of Raccoons are tearing up your Neighbor's trash and garden, but ignoring it because Jerry borrowed your lawnmower and broke it. Arima is just pissed about his lawnmover

I mean, sure, but at some point, you gotta make sure that Jerry’s garden isn’t like… his sick child’s most precious thing in the world and the only reason she looks out her window every morning. Or like, where he grows his food to feed his family. 

Especially when the entire neighborhood elected him head raccoon eradicator and relies on him to keep their trash and gardens safe.

You know.

It’s actually more like he let the raccoons wreck Jerry’s garden, but Jerry’s garden was the food for the entire village and he did it because Jerry was poisoning the community well?

This metaphor is getting out of hand.

anonymous asked:

(Re: Inbox me one thing you want to know about me) Why do you study religion?

idk there’s not really a, set reason. i just.

the study of religion (whatever definition you want to use for that term) has been plagued with the assumption that christianity (especially protestantism) was the pinnacle of religion and the norm, and other religions were judged based on how similar they could be seen to be to that christianity - religions that did not were deemed ‘too legalistic’ or ‘superstitious’ or even evil according to some, but always “not a real religion” and in this case “not a real religion” = “not necessary to study” and in most cases “acceptable to attempt to eradicate”.

And christian normativity is still a big problem. there’s the current neo-atheist curdleslink going on where they insist that they are rationally deciding that all religion should be rejected - because christianity has done so many terrible things and inflicted so many pains and biases in the sciences and in the world - because they view christianity as religion, and so all religions are basically christianity with a different name.

i despise both of these viewpoints, in so much as they are ‘different’ viewpoints, because they are basically just diverging iterations of the same ideology.

The video of the Kanye X Taylor phone call is proof Taylor swift uses feminism as a popularity stunt. Coming out and saying something was hurtful to the female society whilst having the opportunity to prevent it being said was a sneaky, manipulative and frankly translucent effort to further the opinion that Kanye West is sexist and misogynistic. But this is not the first time she has tried to destroy someone’s career using fake feminist vocab- I haven forgot the Minaj incident nor have I forgot the Katy Perry incident. And what I’ve noticed even more is that instead of using her platform to help eradicate white priviledge in the media- I kind of think she uses the “all black people are thugs and ghetto” to further her American sweetheart persona. It makes me sick to see fans be so truly dedicated to this evil woman. End Taylor Swift ASAP her career deadass should have ended long before that train wreck of an album.

@taylorswift I HOPE U SEE THIS BITCH
Do not ever tell me that marching band isn’t important.

I have had so many problems with public schools putting all the emphasis on athletics. When a school’s budget is cut, they don’t choose to take a little from each program. No. They choose to completely eradicate the arts programs, usually starting with the marching band. If you don’t play sports, you’re not a valuable asset, you’re not qualified for scholarships, and you mean nothing. Marching band? Why would we be impressed that you’re in marching band?

Anyone can do that.

Okay, fine. Anyone can do marching band. Anyone can spend hours on the field doing the same forty-second section over and over and over and over. Anyone can hit over 75 precise dots on the field with the correct step sizes, the correct amount of steps, the correct timing, without being so much as an inch to either side, in order and without looking at the yard line markers or the field. Anyone can memorize all of those extremely specific points on the grass and varying counts for steps and then execute them with a shako visor pulled down over your eyes and looking up at the press box the whole time. If you look down at the yard line markers to see where you are, congratulations, you just lost points for the group.

Anyone can memorize eight pages of notes, rhythms, dynamics, phrasing, and tempos. (But of course, before you do that you have to learn an instrument with hundreds of different fingerings and learn how to make slight changes in your lips to change notes and stay in tune.) Memorize all seven and a half minutes of music and then marry it to the seventy-five pages of drill you memorized. Do them both perfectly and at the same time. But you can’t just do what you memorized. You have to do it in perfect sync with everyone around you and know how to make the slightest adjustments to fit perfectly within the group. If you’re an inch to the right or barely a thousandth of a step sharp, it’ll throw everything off.

But anyone can do that.

Then add in the fact that you don’t get any individual credit for doing this. The closest you’ll come to recognition is your identity lumped into “The Such-and-Such Marching Band” as you all march onto the field looking exactly the same. You don’t have a number on your back. You have a uniform intended to erase you and turn you into dot T14 and nothing more.

But, for some reason you can’t explain, you love it. You love throwing everything you have into this ridiculously precise pursuit and then not getting any credit for it. You start thanking people when they call you a band geek. You start taping pictures of marching bands into your locker. And of course, marching band doesn’t give any individual recognition, so you don’t idolize any particular marcher. You idolize the entire ensemble. And you start practicing.

Because you’re no longer satisfied with being a high school band geek. You want more. So you research the major league of marching band: Drum Corps International. Oh, how you would give anything to march a show in a Cadets uniform.

Major leagues, right? It’s like the NFL, you get paid to do what you love. You’ve worked hard to be good enough, so you get paid to show the world what you’re made of.


If you want to march in the major leagues, you not only have to become the master of your instrument (or learning a different instrument entirely, and still becoming the master of it) but you have to fork over an average of $2500. For one season. So you’ve worked your ass off and practiced hours a day and somehow managed to get into an ensemble. So then you work two jobs to pay for it.

You’re paying a lot of money and putting in a lot of hard work for this. Surely you get some luxury during this completely preposterous ordeal.

Wrong again.

You get to spend no less than fourteen hours a day outside on the field. You run multiple miles every day and march about twenty times that. You get a three-minute water break every two hours. Your bed is a bus seat, or a sleeping bag on a gymnasium floor, if you’re lucky.

So you spend the whole summer rehearsing and performing and never getting any credit. You sacrifice everything, including your health and financial stability, to go out onto a football field and march through an absurdly difficult show and know that no one will ever know what you’ve done. You are the only one who knows what you’ve put into this. At least you think so, but then you look at the person in an identical uniform next to you, and you know that they know, too. So you do it anyway.

Your nerves are damaged from the cold. Your skin is damaged from the sun. Your joints are damaged from marching and marching and marching. You’re physically and mentally drained, your body is irreversibly compromised, you’re broke as hell, and all you have to show for it is a polyester jacket and a couple of blurry photographs.

But sports are what require hard work and dedication, not marching band.

Even though you complained basically the entire time you marched and even though you’re done with it, you pull out those photographs and you remember. You remember your first day of high school band camp when you had absolutely no idea what you were getting yourself into. You remember your first final retreat when they announced your band’s name as state champions, and you wanted to cry with happiness but you weren’t allowed to move, so you just clenched your fists so tight that your fingernails dug white crescents into your palms. You remember coming back the next year and thinking you knew everything as a sophomore, only to realize there was still so much to learn. You remember the band trips you spent months fundraising for, all the lame tourist attractions you visited between performances, and how you wouldn’t trade those memories for all the money in the world. You remember being a junior and getting nervous because people looked up to you now: as an upperclassman, as a section leader, as a friend. And then you were a senior and you cried on the final day of band camp. You remember how your life became a series of lasts. You had to decide which of the freshmen would inherit your band cubby, your lucky bottle of valve oil, your bus seat. You went to graduation but it didn’t mean anything because you still had one last band trip coming up. You didn’t shed a tear when you tossed your cap but you cried like a child after your last parade. You remember on the plane ride home, you expected to feel devastated and heartbroken, but you just felt… empty.

You remember printing out what seemed like the most difficult solo in the world. You remember driving up to your college and entering a room with a chair and a stand and a couple of people giving you skeptical looks. You remember getting an email from the college marching band with your audition results and reading it with tears of joy in your eyes because you realized it was starting all over again.

But marching band doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t matter.

Tell me. Tell me that it doesn’t matter. Tell me when my closet is overflowing with lyre sheets. Tell me when my search history contains “trumpet fingerings” and “how to start a soundsport team”. Tell me when I have framed photos of my band hung in my room. Tell me when I was holding a trophy up and cheering for everything that led up to it. Tell me when I almost quit but didn’t because quitting would be equivalent to killing a part of who I am. Tell me when I’m crying, when I’m laughing, when I’m marching.

Tell me when I’m standing on the field for the last time, knowing that everything behind me will last forever and that nothing will ever mean more to me than this… and all you’ve got is money and a jersey.

Do not ever tell me that marching band isn’t important. It is everything to me, and it is everything to millions of other band geeks across the world.

When you refuse to support kids because they participate in the arts rather than athletics, you’re no better than the football player who takes lunch money from nerds.

To all of my fellow band geeks… keep marching, even if the world tells you it’s not worth it. It is. Continue your band career in college. Audition for a drum corps. Stay active in your high school band as an alumnus supporter. You are all my family. Thank you.