This year, more than twice white guys have been killed by police than black guys ... but of course it's a racial issue.
hey dude if your gonna come at me in an ask do it right
532 people have been killed by police this year
261 being white people
271 being other races, so you are SOOO incorrect
and 136 of those 271 people have been black males
so your saying white males have been murdered by police more than twice the amount of black males, do the math 136+136= 272,, which is more than all the white people in the previous statistic,which was 261.
so your statement, sir/mam/whateverthefuck isfucking falsedo your research more instead of repeating what you said in a youtube comment.
it is a race issue
a man was reaching for his wallet, shot 4 times and killed in front of his gf and kid
a man was selling cds, was pinned down by officers, he wasnt resisting, they still shot him.
stop being disrespectful, theres no other reason these men couldve beenkilled other than for the color of their skin
I always find it rather interesting how many people refrain from doing things that make them truly happy, simply because other people may not approve. And what’s worse, is that a lot of those people, are worried about what people they may not even know will think!
Society these days seems so keen on keeping everyone else happy before themselves. Personally I think that’s the worst way to waste the life you have.
I learned long ago, that basing your standard of living on what’s going to impress others, or keep other people happy, is a great way to lead a miserable life!
Of course logically not everything we have to do as humans to survive is going to be enjoyable, but if the situation can be changed to better your happiness, why let others opinions stand in the way of it? Because they think it’s a silly idea? Because they think you’re going to regret it?
So you want to tattoo a reindeer on your ass, and you’ve been thinking about it for years, but all of your friends think it’s a bad idea and your going to hate yourself 3 years down the road for it. But what if you don’t? What if you go all your life wanting the tattoo, and thinking about it everyday, and never get it. Wouldn’t that bother you? And how is your decision really going to affect other people? It isn’t going to harm your sisters boyfriend if you tattoo a reindeer on your Ass is it? I didn’t think so..
So many of us forget on a daily basis that it’s YOUR life, YOU need to make decisions that are going to make YOU happy. Let the others do the same for themselves.
It’s worth it to make the most of the time you have and the oppurtunities you’ve been given.
oh no, i say as i enter a downward spiral of savanna-induced sad headcanons about most of the boys and specifically post-dunkirk harry voting in favour of the band coming back and niall actually saying no, not right now
‘a downwad spiral of savanna-induced sad headcanons’ is the only thing i’ve ever wanted, thank u so much, LOL.
my favorite niall headcanon is the one where he’s got the best handle on what’ll play out better in the long run bc he genuinely believes there’s a long run. (maybe it’s naive, but i think there’s a little magic in believing in things.)
too many people have written thinkpieces on whether or not 1d was doomed from the start or if they’d have made it, but i think they did make it. maybe the biggest vote of confidence you can have in the ppl u love is trusting they’ll still love u when you’re not living shoulder to shoulder. (’the fact that we can sit right here and say goodbye means we’ve already won’)
there’s a whole load of sentimental stuff i could add about how you can grow complacent with the same people around you all the time and you owe it to yourself to grow, but that’s not been my experience. u just gotta keep growing yourself. it’s nice to think about niall watching zayn quit the band and realizing that you don’t love people you need the same way that you love people who could up and walk away; anyone can leave, it’s not wanting to that’s important. which is why i like that they’ve all walked away so much, i think. they get a chance to know if they’ll miss it.
you've probably gotten this a lot but im thinking about trying love live to see if i like it, i always thought it was super pandering the characters seem a lot better than i thought they were, is it as bad as it seems?
Depends on what you mean by pandering. It has its share of anime tropes, but for the most part, it plays around with them rather than playing them straight. For instance, Maki does the whole tsundere thing, but it’s used largely to highlight her social awkwardness rather than just “hey tsunderes ain’t that shit kawaii?” And Nico does the whole saccharine, cutesy act, but it’s treated in-universe as something ridiculous and obnoxious and a front that she puts up (Nico in particular gets some nice development as the series goes on).
But on the whole, as someone who has a pretty low tolerance of obnoxious anime tropes, I found myself enjoying LL a lot more than I thought I ever would. It’s hard not to get caught up in the cheesy-musical vibe it has, and it has a lot of genuinely funny scenes.
1) Boy is rich af and from a doctor family in gangnam. Super smart and lived in America for four years so his English pronounciation is perfect. damn i wish i lived in gangnam tho shit $$$ im jelly
2) Is rapping about sex in Fire Truck
*bonus reason* he wrote the lyrics himself fml what a nerd
3) So unfair how he is a better cook than me btw. He is just super talented in everything (swimming, basketball, chemistry labs, rapping, dancing, singing, selfie taking, cute and neat handwriting, etc.) but then he is also ditzy at times and lacks that 1% common sense –>source: Yuta’s tattletale story lol
4) That whack personality that gets your feelings played. Seems quiet and reserved but then is actually hella friendly and outgoing. Yet there is always this shyness in him. A lil cheese half of the time. But… not gonna lie, he is honestly pretty funny. Also he is a perv, like it caught me off guard but didnt at the same time. Coz from the start, i saw something dark in those eyes lol. Eyes dont lie fam, eyes are the window to the perv soul
5) Damn the way his eyes seem to be reading everything. Makes you wonder what in the world he is thinking. In those mysterious, sexy eyes you see his hidden emotions
6) His supposed aegyo to his hyungs that totally makes you wonder who this new person is, like what. Really is that the same nct jaehyun? Honestly he was naturally born with the aegyo tho. And the more you see him, it is actually very fitting and jaehyun is a ball of aegyo and love. You could guess he was probably a very loved kid in his childhood ❤ He’s just an overall genuinely nice guy. He’s such a soft peach.
7) The contrasts in his 2 types of voices. his soft, meek speaking voice and then his powerful, deep, warm singing voice that gives me strength
8) How some days his cheeks are happy baby chubby bubby and then other days he looks gaunt and frail like he is hurting himself to diet and lose weight in order to look “better” ;_; His surprisingly sensitive nature and insecurities
9) His 2 perfectly symmetrical dimples that completely portray his actual sweetness
10) His beauty. Inside and out. He is a literal shining star in this big bad world!! The word handsome is an understatement in his situation, because there is a difference between a handsome smile, and his kind, bright, and down-to-earth sweet honey butter (chip) of a smile. This very beauty within Jaehyun, makes me lol “hate” him because I just adore him that much
* Hamilsquad X reader
* 172: I’m starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it - more depending on how stupid the thing you said or did was
A/N: I loved this prompt but couldn’t work it well into a pairing so this is just the reader and the squad all being buddies. And thanks to @do-i-look-ok for liking stuff and inspiring me to actually write and finish this.
When deciding on a place to live it seemed smart to split the rent on a large home with your friends. Your parents were appalled you wanted to live with four men and tried to talk you out of it. In the end they ask to meet the guys and relented. You just wish you thought about their wild tendencies.
More often then not one person said or suggested something that ended badly. And more often then not you joined in too. Thinking back, most of these things were stupid ideas or plans, usually suggested by Alexander or John. Like tonight.
“Why isn’t it a good idea?” John questioned.
“Because John, knowing us, a few drinks will spiral out of control. Someone will get hurt or something will get broken, and need I remind you we’re renting this place?” You argued back.
“Y/N, I know we’re renting. I haven’t ruined anything. Except that one time, are you ever gonna let that one time down?”
“John, you almost burned down the kitchen!”
“Yeah almost, but I didn’t.” He responded smirking.
“No drinks John.” You said sternly.
“That might be a bit difficult…” He said quietly.
“Please tell me you’re not already drunk.” You really hoped he was still sober.
“He’s sober as a stone.” Alexander spoke up from his spot on the couch, where he and Lafayette were racing in Mario Kart. “But he texted Herc and told him to pick up drinks on the way home.”
Just then Hercules walked in with the drinks. “Got what you asked for John.” He said holding it up. You just groaned. You could not believe these boys.
Like usual, against your better judgement, you joined the boys in drinking. And now you had a horrible hangover. The light coming in through the window was tourture. You looked to your bedside table to check the time. Instead you saw a glass of water, some medicine for you headache and a note. All it said was “sorry, it was a dumb idea. -John” You chuckled and down the medicine and water.
You needed to find a way to keep those boys under control. While scrolling through Pintrest you found your solution. You needed some paper, a marker, tape, and a jar.
Later that evening, when all the boys were in the living room you displayed your creation.
“What the hell is that?” John asked.
You pointed to the paper you taped to the side. “This clearly says idiot jar.” you said.
“I think what he means is what the enfer if an idiot jar?” Lafayette asked. He had a tendency to curse in French, as it was apparently more proper.
“ I’m starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it - more depending on how stupid the thing you said or did was.” you told them.
“Seriously?” Alexander asked. “And who decides the level of stupidity?” He asked.
“I guess the whole gang can.” You shrugged. You hadn’t thought of specifics yet.
“Well I vote Y/N puts a dollar in as this whole idea is stupid.” John voiced.
“John, you should have to put in a dollar just for that statement.” Hercules said.
“Yeah it’s kind of contradicting.” Alexander agreed.
“Guys listen, let’s just try this ok?” You pleaded.
“Fine.” They all said in unison. So you put it on the coffee table. And you all lost a dollar to the jar that night.
You could happily say the idiot jar was helping. That doesn’t mean the boys were less wild but they thought through things more then that usually did. Even so, the jar was quickly filling. You had discussed what to do when the jar was full but you haven’t decided yet, but you needed to.
You walked into the living room to try and figure out how much money was in it. But the jar was gone. Either this was an honest mistake or one of the guys really didn’t like giving up their cash. You decided to ask Lafayette if he knew who took the jar. Only he wasn’t in his room. Ok…maybe Hercules knew. No sign of him either.
This was strange. It was Saturday so none of the boys were working and you guys usually hung out all together. Even Alexander wasn’t in his room writing like he usually was on Saturday mornings. That left John’s room.
Again the room was empty. Among the mess on the floor, however, was the jar. And it was empty. Did they seriously take all the cash from it? You heard the front door open. Oh they were so in trouble. You grabbed the jar and walked out to meet them.
They all froze when they saw you there. You were holding the jar up and giving them what Hercules had dubbed your ‘mom glare.’ “You found the jar then.” John said.
“Yeah I did. In your room. And it’s empty.” You said.
“Mon amie. Please calm down.” Lafayette said.
“Yeah we still have the money.” Alexander said.
“Then where is it? We still haven’t decided what we were using it for.” You argued.
“Right here.” Hercules said. He took a few bills out of his pockets. You looked and noticed they were bigger bills. “We took it to the bank to get it put into more normal amounts.”
“We were thinking when the jar filled up we could take the cash in, get normal bills, and then one person gets to decide what to do with it.” John said. “We’d take turns and since you started this jar thing you get to go first.”
You considered this and nodded. “Alright I think that’s fair.” You grabbed your purse and the cash and walked out. “See you guys soon.” And shut the door. The boys stared after you.
“Huh. I didn’t think she’d take the money and run.” John said.
“Here we were thinking she’d spend it on something we could do that wasn’t wild or stupid like we usually plan.” Alexander said dropping to the couch.
“We did fail to mention we took the money.” Lafayette voiced. “Peut-être (perhaps) this is, how you say, payback.”
“Told ya we should’ve said something.” Hercules said.
You hoped the boys weren’t too mad. You just wished they’d told you about taking the money, plus you wanted to surprise them.
You had gone to Walmart and picked up some movies all of you had talked about seeing. Including a new horror movie as the boys claimed they wanted to see how you reacted to it, even though you knew you’d hate it. Next you got some chips, a six pack (just enough for everyone to fairly have one, you decided) and some pizza.
You got back home and found no one in the living room. Wanting to surprise them as much as possible you stopped by their rooms and listened. You could hear some noise from each one confirming they were all home. Perfect.
You quietly went to the kitchen to make the pizza. Sure it was frozen pizza, but pizza is pizza. You put the pizza on the coffee table along with the drinks. You set up the movie and skipped through all the adds to the title screen. Then it was matter of getting the boys together. You had an idea. You went opened the door and slammed it as loud as you could.
That worked. The effect was actually a bit surprising. You heard noise from each room and all the doors opened. The boys came running in, already apologizing. They all froze for the second time that day. You laughed at their expressions.
“Sorry for acting mad you guys. In fact I was a little, but not that much. I wanted to surprise you guys. So I grabbed some movies, food, and drinks. This way we could stay in and watch some movies.” You said.
“We thought you took the cash and just decided to say ‘screw you’ and do something alone.” Alexander admitted.
“A foolish thought clearly.” Lafayette said.
“Thanks Y/N. You had every right to do whatever you wanted with the cash.” Hercules.
“What are we standing here for?” John said. “Let’s get this party started!” He ran over and jumped in the couch. “Y/N sits by me!” He said. You laughed but took the spot next to him anyway. Alexander sat on the other side, Hercules sat in the recline chair and Lafayette sat on the floor. You started the movie and grabbed a slice of pizza and Alexander opened your drink for you. “Hey thanks Y/N.” John said suddenly. “We should’ve told you, thanks for planning this for us.”
“Of course. But you know what?” You questioned.
“What?” Hercules asked.
“You should all put a dollar in the jar.” They all looked at you surprised. “You’re all idiots for thinking I could ever be mad at you.”
Listen y'all. I just saw the petition to label BLM a terrorist group, and here’s the deal.
If BLM is labeled as a terrorist group, then any known supporters are now at risk to be put on the terrorist watch list.
No convictions, charges, or evidence are necessary to be put on the watch list. All that has to happen is a counter terrorism agent feels that you eithe have the power to become a force that goes against certain American ideals* and incite others to follow, or you already are.
With this in mind, a bill that prevents anyone from the terrorist watch list from buying firearms is in play. Granted it has been rejected, but this is the one bill out of the recently proposed gun laws that may be passed due to its support from both sides of the aisle.
So… Basically anyone who supports BLM is at risk for losing their second amendment.
* this isn’t necessarily a bad thing because remember white supremacy is one American ideal as is a system that puts profit over people.