how did that even come up though

anonymous asked:

1-5 for cadby for the oc ask thingie :0c

1: Origins! How did you come up with the concept for your OC?

~I first made him up in a game named Dragon’s Dogma. Cadby is actually still a work in progress even though he’s one of my older OCs. But I’d say I fully came up with his character two years ago. I had some ideas when I first made him, but I never gave him a personality other than him being shy. Now he’s a giant, sweet feminine baby that I love very much.

2: Were they originally well received by the fandom? Or if they’re fandomless, did the RP community take to them right away or was it hard to get attention?

~I’m not so sure anyone in the Dragon’s Dogma fandom is interested, besides my nerds ( @limesquares @carnoqueen @blu-spectre ). So I don’t know if he’d be well received or not, I would hope so.

3: Has your OC gone through different incarnations during their stay on Tumblr? Were they reimagined or have they stayed the same all this time?

~He’s definitely been re-imagined throughout my years on the Tumbl. He went from shy, obedient pawn to slaying giant pawn with eyeliner that is always on fleek.

4: How do you get into your OC’s mindset to write for them? How do you find the muse for them?

~I scroll through his folder on my Pintrest, looking through all of the pins I saved for him helps me get into his head, so to speak.

5: Were you nervous about putting your OC out there? How long did it take before you decided to play your OC here on Tumblr.

~I wasn’t or won’t ever really be nervous talking about Cadby here or anywhere because he’s my child and I love to talk about him whenever someone gives me the chance to (like now). I don’t have to worry about showing art of him because I can’t draw for the life of me. (:

wow...stalker much?

so not even a day has passed since u said that meager blog’s title should be “Discourse and Hypocrisy” & they already did! lmao wow…way to not make it look like ur stalking another blog! 

who can blame them though? if i ran a shitty ass blog like “stonersoldier” (lmao…seriously?! this is all they could come up with?!), I’d want to stalk one of the most popular blogs that is obvi 100% better than mine too.

go on & show them how it’s done love!  

- xoxo

Mod: My favorite part is how she claims to have blocked me, and yet reblogged that post within hours.

But honestly, the true stalker award goes to @margaritalevievablog. She blocks this blog, crows about how she blocks it, makes posts about how to block blogs you don’t like, and yet visits here multiple times a day. It’s good stuff. No one will reach her stalker level.

anonymous asked:

Don't you find it ironic that Mark ask us to respect Felix even though Felix never showed us (Jewish People) any respect? I get where he is coming from but I'm sick of seeing Mark being held as some kind of messiah in the fandom.

No, I don’t find it ironic. See, it doesn’t matter how a person treats you, words are words. Standing up and being the better person is more important than falling to their level, or below, and slinging insults, stripping away their humanity over a joke. Felix did not mean to have his joke interpretted the way he did. A joke does not equal how you actually feel. Watch his video. Take away your biases for a moment and watch the video.

I see it like “Oh i’m gonna drink bleach” or “oh, you stupid little shit, i’m gonna kill you”. You don’t take those jokes seriously. And with that, seeing how there are legitimately disgusting people following Felix, that doesn’t matter, either. You are not your followers. People I disagree with followed me before I spoke out. People Felix disagree with may have left, too after he openly told them to fuck off.

Taking words to heart is bullshit in my opinion. You give meaning to those words. You allow people to speak and allow them to dig themselves their own graves. I am a free speech absolutist. I will defend ANYONE’S right to speak as long as they aren’t making bomb threats, or other threats of the sort. What Felix did was not that, simply something to point out how ridiculous those sites were. 

Censoring language is more oppressive and dictorial than allowing someone to speak. Personally, as someone with Jewish people in my family, I couldn’t give a single shit what Felix said because I’m not thin skinned and I know he didn’t truly believe in what he was saying. Dark humor is dark humor. You hate it or you love it. And censoring what people find funny is bullshit. Humor can be a way to cope, and a joke does not equal what you truly feel. Ie) Dead baby jokes.  Disney had every right to drop him, though it’s bullshit that all that hard work was lost.

Friend, I think Mark had a point. Despite this being a Markiplier blog and me kinda focusing on him everyday, I’m able to step back and realize his faults. Analyze the whole situation. People deserve to be treated civily and with respect, no matter what comes out of their mouth, again, as long as it isn’t a threat. You need to step away from this super sensitive, don’t hurt anyone’s feelings for a second and realize, that that is only causing more hatred.

We cannot fight hate with hate. We need to stand up and be bigger people, friend. Sinking down and allowing anger to control us does not make us better. We better this world by showing kindness and respect to people, even if they spit the worst of venom. What I’m seeing is hate being combated with hate, and more hate being produced. This battle is dividing us, friend. Please, take a look around at the world. How divided and hostile we’ve become towards each other. I’ve been in the center of politics for years now, and I’ve watched things be torn apart.

You don’t have to like a person, you can even hate them, to respect them and treat them like another fellow human. This isn’t about Felix right now. But people you see as your enemy, see themselves making the world a better place. They are not set out to destroy this planet. They aren’t sitting, petting a cat and twirling their mustache.

Until this site learns to treat people in a civil and respectful manner, we will only further divide and increase this tension with one another. Spreading hate over meaningless things. We don’t have long on this planet, and worrying about being victims instead of being survivors and working with each other will get us nowhere.

So, it’s the last day of another year, and you're wondering how time goes by so quickly, even though there have been days and weeks and months that you thought would never come to an end. There have been hard times, harder times than you’ve ever imagined this year. 2016 has been the year of heartbreak, of struggle, of loss and almost giving up. But you never did, you never gave up. You’re still here, your heart’s still beating, your heart’s still full of love, and you’re still full of life. So, maybe you’ll look back on this year as one of the worst, as one of the hardest of your life, and maybe it was. We all lost too many greats, and whilst it's undeniable that society has taken a hundred steps forward over the last few years, it seems as if 2016 was the year when it took a hundred and one backwards. The world is scary, and this year has proven this, but it’s also proven a lot more. That we are all stronger, and braver and, more resilient and more beautiful than we can ever know. Why? Because you’re still here, I’m still here, we’re all still here. Still fighting, still proving that love is greater, love is more, love is love. And what’s to come in 2017? None of us really know, none of us know how the events of 2016 will drain through into the new year, how the repercussions will fall, but it’s still a blank page. For now. So paint it with the brightest colours, scribble down your hopes and dreams, wishes and plans and try to see them through. Life may be hard sometimes, and the world will throw obstacles in our way, but it’s up to us to find a way through. To see love and light and laughter in the darkness, and to remember that we are lucky to be living this life, this beautiful life. There are still things to smile about, things to look forward to and things to celebrate. So, let’s celebrate. Let’s celebrate all the good things that happened in 2016, the times you laughed so hard your ribs hurt, the first kisses and the lazy Sundays in bed, the summer mornings and winter frosts. And let’s look forward to all of those and more in 2017. Your life is what you make it, and you’re gonna make it great.
—  Here’s to 2017 
Valentines with Ruby & Charon

Ok, so normally I would just post the images, but I feel like I need to add a little more background to them, so there’s gonna be some text in between some of them.

So it’s Valentine’s day in the Capitol Wasteland, & Ruby has a card she wants to give Charon. At this point, they’re just friends. They do have feelings for each other, they just…don’t really know it yet, lol.

Ruby’s card is neatly written with a cute drawing on the bottom. She kept the message sweet & silly, & not too mushy, since she didn’t want Charon to feel awkward.

Charon loves it, because it’s just so…Ruby. He doesn’t really wanna let on how much he loves it though, so he just says thank you.

Then, Charon surprises Ruby with his own card.

Ruby had NO IDEA that Charon even knew Valentine’s day was coming up, nor did she think that he would spend the time to make her a card, especially since he never liked expressing his emotions. Charon’s card is roughly made, but he actually spent a lot of time on it. He found some red paper out in the wastes & used his knife to cut it into a heart–a very jagged heart, but he really tried. He didn’t want to be too mushy either, but he still wanted to let Ruby know he appreciated her friendship.

Ruby can hardly contain herself.

Charon’s card is so simple & sweet, she can’t help the tears that come to her eyes. Charon is worried that she doesn’t like it, but he couldn’t be more wrong. Ruby is always worried that Charon hates her or finds her annoying & feels that if she weren’t holding his contract, he’d leave her in a heartbeat. So Charon’s card, as simple as it was, really did let her know he appreciated her as a friend, & not just an “employer.”

After a minute or so, she can’t contain herself, & throws her arms around Charon in a tight hug & cries.

And it was the best Valentine’s day ever! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧


Ok so, why is everyone saying that Gallavich is an unhealthy ship? Actually, it couldn’t be healthier. I mean, do I have to remind you how fucking bad was Ian in s5? When he stole Mickey’s baby? He was in one (actually the worst) of his worse maniac episodes. Or when he thought that the army had come for him and he almost hit Debbie with the bat. And there was Mickey. Honestly, if it hadn’t been for him, who knows what would have happened to him… Mickey was such a supportive boyfriend. Like srsly, he did everything he could. He tried. He fucking tried. And when Ian broke up with him, he understood, even though he still loved him soooo much.
Remember what he said in s4 when they discovered that Ian was bipolar? “We take care of him here. You. Me. Us. His fucking fucking family.” Or the “sorry, I’m late” scene, which is so fucking beautiful bc you can actually see how much Mickey loves and cares about Ian. He’s the one who got him “some kind of fucking help”, because he knew he needed it. He cared enough to make him take the med (like in the “shut the fuck up and take your pills, bitch” scene). Also, when they went to the hospital to get Ian new pills or whatever and the doctor said that he should do a suicide list, and Mickey says something like “he doesn’t fucking need that, he has me”. He literally did everything he could to help him when he was at his worst.
Now, Ian has got better, so much better. And if he wants to leave with Mickey, let him fucking do that, because that means that despite all the shit they went through, Ian knows that he has always loved Mick. Always have. Always will. Now he’s (more or less) ok, and he has decided to go with him because that’s how he feels now. And if he’s fine and he wants that, then I’m so fucking happy about him, because he made the choice that his head really wanted.
So stop throwing shit at Gallavich, because if someone can make Ian feel ok and happy, that’s Mickey.

My petty revenge

When I first started college I was working as a waiter at one of the only sit-down restaurants in town and we always had this older couple come in on Tuesdays for the two for one burger sale. I had started there as a host and the other waiters and waitresses would always complain about how rude they were and how poorly they would tip them. When I started training to be a server they were one of the first patrons I had to work with. Even though they had been coming there for months they started acting like they didn’t know how the two for one deal worked and I kept trying to tell them that it was just a buy one get one free deal. The man kept heckling me and my manager noticed so he came up to resolve the issue. After that they complained about how long it took them to get their food when they did they sent a few items back. Mind you, i was still training and they were one of two tables I was allowed to work with that night. When they left I went to clear the table and found out that they hadn’t left a tip. I had a few more experiences with them that went almost exactly like this and I always dreaded working on Tuesdays because of how rude they were to me. One day my grandparents were visiting and they were asking about the restaurant I worked at and I started complaining about this couple’s treatment towards me. I started describing them and my grandma stopped me and asked, “do they come in every Tuesday for two for one burgers before going dancing at the senior living center?” I had no idea how she would know that until she told me that he was one of my cousins. The next time the couple came in it was with my grandparents, my grandparents and I didn’t greet each other right away. I was going around the table taking orders and I took my cousin’s order first, as per usual he barked his order and then complained about having me as a server again I didn’t respond I just turned and said with as sickenly sweet of a voice as I could muster “and what will you have grandma and grandpa?” He nearly spit out his drink when he realized I wasn’t joking. After they left I went and found the table much cleaner than usual and a much bigger tip, I guess it’s only awful to mistreat people if they’re not related to you.

Nah, She Didn’t-Sirius Black Imagine

Hello, my requests are still open! I’m going back to school on Monday, and even though it might take me a bit longer to update with my exams coming up soon, I will be taking requests! Hope you all enjoy! xo

“How come she married him?” Harry asked miserably. “She hated him!” 

“Nah, she didn’t,” Y/N replied, grinning crookedly.

“She never did,” Sirius added.

“Well, she didn’t exactly like him for a few months. But, she never truly hated James,” Y/N said.

“But in Snape’s memory, it looked like my mum despised him,” Harry murmured.

“You only got Snape’s side, though. Your mum didn’t hate him; she was just annoyed that his head still hadn’t deflated. Once Snape called her a mudblood, she began to realize that maybe she only disliked James because Snivellus hated him,” Y/N explained calmly.

“James was a great guy; his one fatal flaw was his perpetual inclination to protect the people he cared about. Sometimes, he went too far, but it was always with the best intentions,” Remus said, and Harry nodded.

“You remind me of him, Harry. You’re just like your father in the way you protect your friends, especially Ron and Hermione,” Sirius muttered.

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anonymous asked:

bts reaction to seeing you without makeup for the first time ^w^

Seokjin: Jin would be pleasantly surprised, he didn’t mind you wearing makeup but he always thought you looked your best when you weren’t wearing any. He would stare at you for a good 30 seconds before going back to what he was doing. 

Originally posted by gukiee

Yoongi: Suga never really cared whether or not you wore makeup, so when you did go all natural one day he would just casually give you a glance and not make a big deal out of it. 

Originally posted by yooingi

Hoseok: J-hope would probably smother you when you went without makeup, telling you how beautiful you were and that you didn’t need to wear makeup. He would be complimenting you all day, even though you already knew that he thought you were beautiful no matter what. 

Originally posted by chimchams

Namjoon: I think Namjoon would cherish the moment you didn’t wear makeup, really taking in your features, without all your makeup on. He would come up to you and back hug you telling you that you look gorgeous.

Originally posted by hoseokxx

Jimin: I think Jimin would be really surprised, but in a good way. I think he’s the type to want their gf to not wear a lot of makeup, and really encourage her to be comfortable not wearing it. 

Originally posted by bwipsul

Taehyung: He would just stare at you in awe. He always thought you looked pretty, but when you wore no makeup you looked even better to him.  He would want to cuddle you all day and shower you with kisses. 

Originally posted by fy-taekook

Jungkook: Honestly it might take him a while to even notice you’re not wearing any. And he’s pretty shy about sharing his feelings, but he would eventually squeeze out a “you look gorgeous”, before burying his blushing face in your back. 

Originally posted by hohbi

~ Admin Unnie

Certain About You-Liam Dunbar

“And even though I’m unsure about most things in life, I am certain that I love you and will continue to love you forever.”-Unknown

Teen Wolf Imagine:#60 Prompt:#…None

Word Count: 1,013

Warnings: None that I can think of?

A/n: So after several quote changes this is what I’ve come up with for the (possible) final  writing in my set of soulmate/love quote writings. How did you like them? Which was your favorite? Are you excited for the AU series as well? Let me know! I hope you enjoy this one as much as I do! (I say that a lot don’t I? I really like (mostly) everything I write I guess.)

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Christmas Eve/Day with Newt Headcannons

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

(A/N: this really was such a blast to write- and it was a very well much needed break from my studying  Thanks for the request! Keep sending in more! xox)

Christmas Eve/Day with Newt would include:

*- A very excited Newt waking you up in the morning with your gift in hand, ready for you to open it

*- You feeling slightly amazed at how someone could be so amazing at gift giving, seeing as the gift he gave you, really did come from the heart. 

*- Newt’s actually a child during Christmas as the two of you proceed to enjoy your white Christmas by building snowmen and making snow angels. 

*- Cuddles by the fire with some hot chocolate 

*- You forcing Newt to dance with you even though there’s no music. “Just try dear!” you say as he fumbles. “I am trying, darling! I just have two left feet!”

*- Actually, Newt’s so good at gift giving, it’s no shock to you that he actually gets presents for all of his creatures as well as you. 

*- Newt being fascinated with your gift. “It’s not much,” you say sheepishly, “but I really did try.” and him wrapping you in a big embrace, “I love it.” he says wholeheartedly. 

*- Newt in an over-sized Christmas sweater

*- The two of you casually singing Christmas songs together

Excerpts from an interview with Assata Shakur in Cuba in 1997:

Sociologist Christian Parenti: How did you arrive in Cuba?

Assata Shakur: Well, I couldn’t, you know, just write a letter and say, “Dear Fidel, I’d like to come to your country.” So I had to hoof it–come and wait for the Cubans to respond. Luckily, they had some idea who I was, they’d seen some of the briefs and U.N. petitions from when I was a political prisoner. So they were somewhat familiar with my case and they gave me the status of being a political refugee. That means I am here in exile as a political person.

Parenti: How did you feel when you got here?

Shakur: I was really overwhelmed. Even though I considered myself a socialist, I had these insane, silly notions about Cuba. I mean, I grew up in the 1950s when little kids were hiding under their desks, because “the communists were coming.” So even though I was very supportive of the revolution, I expected everyone to go around in green fatigues looking like Fidel, speaking in a very stereotypical way, “the revolution must continue, Companero. Let us triumph, Comrade.” When I got here people were just people, doing what they had where I came from. It’s a country with a strong sense of community. Unlike the U.S., folks aren’t so isolated. People are really into other people. Also, I didn’t know there were all these black people here and that there was this whole Afro-Cuban culture. My image of Cuba was Che Guevara and Fidel Castro. I hadn’t heard of Antonio Maceo (a hero of the Cuban war of independence) and other Africans who had played a role in Cuban history.The lack of brand names and consumerism also really hit me. You go into a store and there would be a bag of “rice.” It undermined what I had taken for granted in the absurd zone where people are like, “Hey, I only eat uncle so and so’s brand of rice.”

Parenti: So, how were you greeted by the Cuban state?

Shakur: They’ve treated me very well. It was different from what I expected; I thought they might be pushy. But they were more interested in what I wanted to do, in my projects. I told them that the most important things were to unite with my daughter and to write a book. They said, “What do you need to do that?” They were also interested in my vision of the struggle of African people in the United States. I was so impressed by that. Because I grew up–so to speak–in the movement dealing with white leftists who were very bossy and wanted to tell us what to do and thought they knew everything. The Cuban attitude was one of solidarity with respect. It was a profound lesson in cooperation.

Parenti: Did they introduce you to people or guide you around for a while?

Shakur: They gave me a dictionary, an apartment, took me to some historical places, and then I was pretty much on my own. My daughter came down, after prolonged harassment and being denied a passport, and she became my number one priority. We discovered Cuban schools together, we did the sixth grade together, explored parks, and the beach.

Parenti: She was taken from you at birth, right?

Shakur: Yeah. It’s not like Cuba where you get to breast feed in prison and where they work closely with the family. Some mothers in the U.S. never get to see their newborns. I was with my daughter for a week before they sent me back to prison. That was one of the most difficult periods of my life, that separation. It’s only been recently that I’ve been able to talk about it. I had to just block it out, otherwise I think I might have gone insane. In 1979, when I escaped, she was only five years old.

Parenti: You came to Cuba how soon after?

Shakur: Five years later, in 1984.

Parenti: You’ve talked about adjusting to Cuba, but could you talk a bit about adjusting to exile.

Shakur: Well, for me exile means separation from people I love. I didn’t, and don’t miss the U.S., per se. But black culture, black life in the U.S., that African American flavor, I definitely miss. The language, the movements, the style, I get nostalgic about that. Adjusting to exile is coming to grips with the fact that you may never go back to where you come from. The way I dealt with that, psychologically, was thinking about slavery. You know, a slave had to come to grips with the fact that “I may never see Africa again.” Then a maroon, a runaway slave, has to–even in the act of freedom–adjust to the fact that being free or struggling for freedom means, “I’ll be separated from people I love.” So I drew on that and people like Harriet Tubman and all those people who got away from slavery. Because, that’s what prison looked like. It looked like slavery. It felt like slavery. It was black people and people of color in chains. And the way I got there was slavery. If you stand up and say “I don’t go for the status quo.” Then “we got something for you, it’s a whip, a chain, a cell.” Even in being free it was like, “I am free but now what?” There was a lot to get used to. Living in a society committed to social justice, a Third World country with a lot of problems. It took a while to understand all that Cubans are up against and fully appreciate all they are trying to do.

Parenti: Did the Africanness of Cuba help, did that provide solace?

Shakur: The first thing that was comforting was the politics. It was such a relief. You know, in the States you feel overwhelmed by the negative messages that you get and you feel weird, like you’re the only one seeing all this pain and inequality. People are saying, “Forget about that, just try to get rich, dog eat dog, get your own, buy, spend, consume.” So living here was an affirmation of myself, it was like “Okay, there are lots of people who get outraged at injustice.” The African culture I discovered later. At first I was learning the politics, about socialism–what it feels like to live in a country where everything is owned by the people, where health care and medicine are free. Then I started to learn about the Afro-Cuban religions, the Santaria, Palo Monte, the Abakua. I wanted to understand the ceremonies and the philosophy. I really came to grips with how much we–black people in the U.S.–were robbed of. Here, they still know rituals preserved from slavery times. It was like finding another piece of myself. I had to find an African name. I’m still looking for pieces of that Africa I was torn from. I’ve found it here in all aspects of the culture. There is a tendency to reduce the Africanness of Cuba to the Santaria. But it’s in the literature, the language, the politics.

Parenti: When the USSR collapsed, did you worry about a counter-revolution in Cuba, and by extension, your own safety?

Shakur: Of course, I would have to have been nuts not to worry. People would come down here from the States and say, “How long do you think the revolution has–two months, three months? Do you think the revolution will survive? You better get out of here.” It was rough. Cubans were complaining every day, which is totally sane. I mean, who wouldn’t? The food situation was really bad, much worse than now, no transportation, eight-hour blackouts. We would sit in the dark and wonder, “How much can people take?” I’ve been to prison and lived in the States, so I can take damn near anything. I felt I could survive whatever–anything except U.S. imperialism coming in and taking control. That’s the one thing I couldn’t survive. Luckily, a lot of Cubans felt the same way. It took a lot for people to pull through, waiting hours for the bus before work. It wasn’t easy. But this isn’t a superficial, imposed revolution. This is one of those gut revolutions. One of those blood, sweat and tears revolutions. This is one of those revolutions where people are like, “We ain’t going back onto the plantation, period. We don’t care if you’re Uncle Sam, we don’t care about your guided missiles, about your filthy, dirty CIA maneuvers. We’re this island of 11 million people and we’re gonna live the way we want and if you don’t like it, go take a ride.” Of course, not everyone feels like that, but enough do.

Parenti: What about race and racism in Cuba?

Shakur: That’s a big question. The revolution has only been around thirty-something years. It would be fantasy to believe that the Cubans could have completely gotten rid of racism in that short a time. Socialism is not a magic wand: wave it and everything changes.

Parenti: Can you be more specific about the successes and failures along these lines?

Shakur: I can’t think of any area of the country that is segregated. Another example, the Third Congress of the Cuban Communist Party was focused on making party leadership reflect the actual number of people of color and women in the country. Unfortunately by the time the Fourth Congress rolled around the whole focus had to be on the survival of the revolution. When the Soviet Union and the socialist camp collapsed, Cuba lost something like 8.5% of its income. It’s a process, but I honestly think that there’s room for a lot of changes throughout the culture. Some people still talk about “good hair” and “bad hair.” Some people think light skin is good, that if you marry a light person you’re advancing the race. There are a lot of contradictions in people’s consciousness. There still needs to be de-eurocentrizing in the schools, though Cuba is further along with that than most places in the world, In fairness, I think that race relations in Cuba are twenty times better than they are in the States, and I believe the revolution is committed to eliminating racism completely. I also feel that tine special period has changed conditions in Cuba. It’s brought in lots of white tourists, many of whom are racists and expect to be waited on subserviently. Another thing is the joint venture corporations which bring their racist ideas and racist corporate practices, for example not hiring enough blacks. Ali of that means the revolution has to be more vigilant than ever in identifying and dealing with racism.

Parenti: A charge one hears, even on the left, is that institutional racism still exists in Cuba. Is that true? Does one find racist patterns in allocation o/housing, work, or the functions of criminal justice?

Shakur: No. I don’t think institutional racism, as such, exists in Cuba. But at the same time, people have their personal prejudices. Obviously these people, with these personal prejudices, must work somewhere, and must have some influence on the institutions they work in. But I think it’s superficial to say racism is institutionalized in Cuba. I believe that there needs to be a constant campaign to educate people, sensitize people, and analyze racism. The fight against racism always has two levels; the level of politics and policy but also the level tof individual consciousness. One of the things that influences ideas about race in Cuba is that the revolution happened in 1959, when the world had a very limited understanding of what racism was. During the 1960s, the world saw the black power movement, which I, for one, very much benefited from. You know “black is beautiful,” exploring African art, literature, and culture. That process didn’t really happen in Cubar. Over the years, the revolution accomplished so much that most people thought that meant the end of racism. For example, I’d say that more than 90% of black people with college degrees were able to do so because of the revolution. They were in a different historical place. The emphasis, for very good reasons, was on black-white unity and the survival of the revolution. So it’s only now that people in the universities are looking into the politics of identity.

Parenti: Are you still a revolutionary?

Shakur: I am still a revolutionary, because I believe that in the United States there needs to be a complete and profound change in the system of so-called democracy. It’s really a “dollarocracy.” Which millionaire is going to get elected? Can you imagine if you went to a restaurant and the only thing on the menu was dried turd or dead fungus. That’s not appetizing. I feel the same way about the political spectrum in the U.S. What exists now has got to go. All of it: how wealth is distributed, how the environment is treated. If you let these crazy politicians keep ruling, the planet will be destroyed.

Parenti: In the 1960s, organizations you worked with advocated armed self-defense. How do you think social change can best be achieved in the States today?

Shakur: I still believe in self-defense and self-determination for Africans and other oppressed people in America. I believe in peace, but I think it’s totally immoral to brutalize and oppress people, to commit genocide against people, and then tell them they don’t have the right to free themselves in whatever way they deem necessary. But right now the most important thing is consciousness raising. Making social change and social justice means people have to be more conscious across the board, inside and outside the movement, not only around race, but around class, sexism, the ecology, whatever. The methods of 1917, standing on a comer with leaflets, standing next to someone saying “Workers of the world unite” won’t work. We need to use alternative means of communication. The old ways of attaining consciousness aren’t going to work. The little Leninist study groups won’t do it. We need to use video, audio, the Internet. We also need to work on the basics of rebuilding community. How are you going to organized or liberate your community if you don’t have one? I live in Cuba, right? We get U.S. movies here, and I am sick of the monsters; it’s the tyranny of the monsters. Every other movie is fear and monsters. They’ve even got monster babies. People are expected to live in this world of alienation and tear. I hear that in the States people are even afraid to make eye contact in the streets. No social change can happen if people are that isolated. So we need to rebuild a sense of community and that means knocking on doors and reconnecting.


Newt Scamander x Reader

Traveling with Newt Scamander was one of the best things that had ever happened to you.

The two of you were best friends at Hogwarts. You had bonded over the creatures that you were allowed to study in class.

Even after he was expelled you stayed in touch and reunited once you graduated from Hogwarts.

Now the two of you spent your time traveling the world in search of all sorts of magical creatures. It was beautiful.

Though you did have to admit that you were falling for the beautiful man named Newt. He was your best friend and the one that you spent all your time with. How could you not.

But everything that you had built up over the years seemed to be crashing down now that you had come to New York.

Mainly Tina.

She was a lovely woman, and a great friend to you.

But Newt also seemed to be spending more time with her now, even when you needed his help. You did your work with him dutifully, but it wasn’t the same anymore.

Even though you may feel jealous, if there came a time where Newt would want to be with Tina you would let him go. You loved him more than anything and would choose his happiness over yours every time.

“Are you okay Y/N?” Newt asked you as you both took care of the Occamys.

You snapped out of your thoughts.

“Yeah I’m okay. Just lost in thought I guess!” you told him, putting on your best smile. He looked at your worriedly for a moment before nodding and continuing on.

You finished your chores and left the case, seeing Newt and Tina discussing his book that sat on the table.

You looked away and gave a small sigh, noticing Queenie and Jacob giving you a look of pity.

You shook your head. You were fine, it was all okay.

“I’m going to go for a walk,” you mumbled, throwing on your black coat and leaving the apartment.

The chill in the air whipped around you as you pulled your coat tighter and wrapped your old house scarf around your neck.

Shoving your hands in your pocket you continued down the streets of New York, watching all the simple muggles wander their way around and rush off to wherever they needed to be at that time.

Everyone seemed so happy and calm at that time. You wished at you could feel that way.

You found your way to the zoo a few blocks away. Why not take a look at some of the beasts that muggles had?
You spent almost all day wandering around the zoo. The sun was setting by the time that you left the park.

“Oh dear, I’ve totally lost track of time,” you mumbled, hurrying your way back to the apartment.

Turning the corner you smashed right into a tall figure in a blue coat.

“Oh my goodness sir I’m so-Newt! Oh no, are you alright?” you asked him in a rush.

He stared at you for a second before his face melted into an expression of relief and he pulled you into a tight hug.

He buried his head in your shoulder, one arm around your waist and his other hand in your hair, pressing you to him.

“Are you hurt? Are you okay? What happened, where did you go? I’ve been so worried about you, you didn’t come home after your walk!” he cried, staring at you concerned.

“I’m sorry Newt. I just was feeling bad I guess so I decided to go for a walk, then I turned up at the muggle zoo and spent the day there, looking at all of their creatures. I completely forgot, I didn’t mean to be out so late. I’m sorry,” you told him, looking down at your shoes in shame.

“What do you mean you felt bad?” he asked confused. You hesitated for a moment.

“I was feeling jealous,” you mumbled.


“I was feeling jealous. Of Tina. You seem to be spending more time with her, I guess I just felt left out. I really shouldn’t you two would make a wonderful couple,” you said clearly, still not looking at the man in front of you.
“W-we’re not a couple Y/N. I don’t feel for her that way. I-I um,” he told you. “I feel for you that way… as in a relationship kind of way, and not a friend one. More of a one with… kissing, I guess.”

You looked up at him in surprise, his eyes now looking at the ground.

“Do you want to kiss me Newt?” you asked boldly.

He gave a small nod, almost as if he were ashamed.

You stepped closer to him, taking his hand and tilting your head up. You pressed your lips softly to his.

He didn’t respond for a moment but when he did he kissed softly back, pressing you close to him.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.”


“How to love your depressed lover.

Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.” -Thank you Donna-Marie Riley for the quote and inspiration, and thank you to my amazing boyfriend for helping these images come to life ❤️

Now that 850 is out, I would like to say a few things *ehem*

1. PUDDING IS EEEEEEEEEVIL (though again, it’s Oda, so she COULD be good all along, but the gravity of her actions/expressions seem to be way worse than Robin or even Boa before their face-heel turn)

2. To the person/s who called that what Pudding whispered was that she’d assassinate Sanji, and then people thought they were delusional, you can celebrate and shake your tail feathers, because you were SO RIGHT!

3. What do you mean people didn’t see this coming? So many people thought she was shady af from the start since so many things didn’t add up (Though I did lose hope after 849 which just proves how Oda is indeed the Master of all storytellers.)

4. SANAMI TIME: *evil cackle* With this revelation, it was shown that Nami cried for Sanji twice, once at the start of the arc and after Pudding whispered she’d kill him. PLEASE NOTICE that the panel is focused on her horrified face when Pudding specifically says the lines, ‘I’ll kill that idiot!’

5. Not even getting into how she looked more shocked than Luffy to hear Sanji proposed to Pudding, dare I say heartbroken?

6. Also, notice how in one panel, you can see Sanji packing tangerines in his picnic basket, along with wine? I mean that seems like a weird thing for Oda to give panel time on. (But you know us shippers, we see symbolism in everything.)

We’ve touched on O.J.’s If I Did It before, but we haven’t mentioned exactly how much of a scam it was, even for the five or so Juice fans still left in the world. The book contained long passages outlining how Nicole Brown’s wild single lady behavior would one day “be the death” of O.J., attempting to set up the heinous murders as some kind of justified self-defense. When it comes time to hold good to the book’s title, though, O.J. shows up at Nicole’s house and … conveniently blacks out, only to wake up standing next to her dead body, covered in blood.

As tactlessly garish as the premise was, the book didn’t even attempt to deliver on its promise. No one could possibly get a single iota of enjoyment out of this shameless cash grab … except for the family of the other victim, Ron Goldman. They went to court and got 90 percent of the profits of the book. They also added their own commentary and redesigned the cover.

This wasn’t the last time Simpson tried to profit from his “fame,” though. His old pal Donald Trump has admitted that he tried to get Simpson on Celebrity Apprentice, despite being confident that he was guilty, and he said he believed that O.J. “would have done it.” However, NBC immediately vetoed the hell out of the idea, so here’s hoping that O.J. at least lands a spot on his friend’s cabinet as consolation prize.

John Bobbitt’s XXX Tape: 6 People Who Sold Out Big Crimes

more seelie au thoughts

thinking over it again, theres a theme of imbalance in A Second Spring thats really interesting. When Yang accuses Cinder of having poisoned Summer, and then that was apparently really the case, i was actually surprised. Not that Cinder would do something like that, but that Glynda would let her do it. Especially because Glynda had been so dedicated to stability, and it was emphasized that her and Cinder kept no secrets at all from each other after coming together like this.

But then i realized, that was the old Glynda, of the main timeline. This Glynda gave up on stability first the moment she choose to marry Cinder. It makes me think of their argument in chapter 6, how Glynda mentioned that one of them could bend to the other and come to their courts and live with them. How that would leave one of them without power, but they would be together. I think in A Second Spring, Glynda really did bend to Cinder, even though their titles and status became equal and i loved all the power couple stuff.

After choosing Cinder, Glynda almost always followed what she wanted even if it went against things she had previously been seriously invested in like the stability of the courts or traditions. Only thing i can think of is her objecting to Yang’s execution and getting it commuted to exile. Glynda doesn’t regret her choice. but at the same time theres a lingering sense that deep down she knows this isn’t the path that suited her best, such as when she calls herself a traitor to Ren instead of denouncing him. 

If she had really been committed to this path 100% she should have killed him the moment he revealed his disloyalty and then rallied as much of the remains of the Spring Army to Cinder’s castle as possible to give them a fighting chance. Instead she goes off alone and lets Ren take the army, even though it finishes tying the noose around their necks. 

In the end she couldn’t completely commit to this path, even though she does love Cinder and doesn’t regret choosing her.

Which makes it more clear why the main timeline is the one where Glynda burns the letter without reading it and this is just a oneshot AU of an AU. To have remained truly equal they would have had to remain separate, like this line from chapter 6 sums up nicely

More like two halves of a coin facing opposite directions, Glynda supposed, bound together but never looking towards an identical path.

 because the things they both wanted were too different. So even in this AU where Glynda does what Cinder wanted, it doesn’t work out for them in the end (tho i really want them together and happy now lmao hence my thoughts of them as heroic spirits) and balance is only restored after their ends, though the effect of their lives definitely changed the world for the better in the long term, thanks to them being a common enemy that everyone had to unite against.

Kind of interested now to see a reverse AU of an AU where Cinder does what Glynda wanted instead… like, “Cinder inexplicably gives up the throne to live in Spring as Glynda’s wife” is probably not as interesting or epic a story, and it would be hell to somehow get Cinder to believably do that in character, but i bet ivory and roman could pull it off and make it interesting.

notsosociosawyer  asked:

HC: Maggie visiting home because her mom asks to meet the woman who has made her hija happier than she's heard and seen in a long time. But Maggie had kind of lied (read: completely bullshitted) how her father actually reacted to her coming out. Of course she wants to introduce Alex to her madre though, so they go. Maggie immediately tensing up and going so quiet in the presence of her father and Alex of course notices. Maggie's father, who hardly seems to even acknowledge his daughter (cont)

A level of disappointment and coldness in his look that rivals Eliza at the most disappointed Alex had ever experienced. He doesn’t acknowledge their relationship, hardly speaks at all in their presence except to ask for things at dinner to be passed to him, or a sound that’s almost like a scoff when Maggie talks about her career or the amazing things about Alex or their relationship. All Alex can do is watch Maggie get quieter and more subdued in his presence. Despite the loving and sassy relationship she gets to see when it’s just Maggie and her mother. One day it comes to a head though, Alex coming back from a morning run and pausing in the doorway as she hears rapid and angry mix of Spanish and English being snapped by Maggie’s father, with more pleading and upset words coming from Maggie. Ultimately culminating in Maggie going “la quiero, papi. I love her and I’m happy. I’m not ashamed of it!” And her father replies in Spanish (telling her that she should be), Alex doesn’t understand what he said, but she’d snuck closer and she can see the shattered look on Maggie’s face. Like she’d been sucker punched. And she can’t help crossing the space to step between them and cup Maggie’s cheeks, make sure their eyes meet, seeing the sheen of tears that make her heart break. Knowing her words can’t heal everything, but whispering “there is nothing to /be/ ashamed of, Maggie.”


Forgotten Hollow randomness <3 

I haven’t had the chance to play with this GP as much as I would have liked to, but so far I’m absolutely loving it *_____* the new world is stunning (why did they have to put only five lots in it, though? ;____;), for once in my life I find myself loving the new premades and the vampires themselves are just… well… everything I’ve always wanted and never dared to ask, lol. Seriously, they’ve really outdone themselves with this GP. Adding a “dark form” to vampires was a really neat idea (especially seeing how I’ve been considering about doing something similar for vampires in the Emergency Coven for a long time, although I have yet to come up with a final decision), the new skin details look pretty awesome (they even added a sort of scar! *O*) and those powers… gosh, the powers. Being the RPG sucker that I am (pun may or may not be intended), having the chance to choose both powers and weaknesses for vampires was something that made me ridiculously happy. I would have never expected EA to do something similar (although I do remember them adding that “fatal flaw” thing in Sims Medieval), so this was a really nice surprise. The new animations are pretty awesome too (sparring! bat transformation! blood drinking!) and I love how it now takes a while for humans to turn into vampires, à la Anne Rice :D 

Seriously, my only complaint so far is that, as with aliens, there’s no way to turn an already saved human sim into a vampire in CAS. Other than that, the GP is just perfect <3