I always have this theory that a lot of the companions have high-maintenance looks that take a while to sort out, and getting ready must be a pain. So I was thinking about some of my DAI favourites and ended up with the “six AM and just got up” headcanons: 

  • Cassandra sans-makeup is just as scary gorgeous. But more scary. And the hair is… vertical. She looks glorious. And like she might commit murder. Consciously works to straighten her posture and seem more soldierly.
  • Cullen is insanely curly and eye-bags ahoy, because he barely gets any sleep anyway. Even more pale than usual. Very, very Fereldan in terms of accent, and grumpy if it’s been a bad night. Sheepish if it hasn’t.
  • Dorian can join the vertical-hair camp (though parts of it are also flattened) and is also stubbly plus pissed off because he hasn’t had chance to wax his moustache yet. Probably making his way to the nearest bath ASAP. Slightly hairier than anyone expected.
  • Josephine… glorious cascades of wavy hair. And maybe a lot of frizz. And trying not to tired-blink because it’ll ruin her diplomat-paying-attention image. And I also agree with the frilly-underwear headcanons I’ve seen. She’d so have bloomers.
  • Sera looks like… Sera. Less eyeliner, I suppose.
  • Bull occasionally forgets - or pretends to forget - he has a pillow stuck on his horns. Yawns a lot. Eyepatch slightly askew. Insists he sleeps in the nude but people have mainly just seen an even more awful pair of “circus pants” that must be his pyjamas.
  • Krem tends to end up with his undercut flopping annoyingly into his eyes, and when he’s half asleep he goes all mumbly and even more Tevene. Probably wears something sleeveless by way of pyjamas to show off the arms.
  • Leliana… no-one actually knows. No-one’s ever caught her less than perfectly preened. Everyone’s too terrified not to knock.
  • Blackwall’s bedhead is legendary. Even the beard has bedhead.
  • Vivienne is either never seen unprepared, or perfectly businesslike and will probably politely murder you if you draw attention to the slightly-more-scalp-stubble and the lack of makeup. She’d probably just brazen it out, so maybe the latter.
  • Cole doesn’t sleep. It’s rather unnerving.
  • Solas is just slightly sharper than usual. Other than that, he has a worrying amount of composure. But then, he’s pretty used to dropping in and out of the Fade.

elennare  asked:

First, I wanted to say that I love love love your Harry Potter fics and what-ifs! thank you so much for writing them :) And I also wondered if you ever written what if the Dursleys had refused to take Harry in?

When Petunia Dursley refused to take Harry in she forfeited his birthright protection, so Dumbledore took the baby to the safest place he knew: Hogwarts.

The applicable staff (mostly just… not Snape) took Harry in on a rotating schedule as he grew from baby to toddler to child. They traded extra credit for babysitting among the older students, and Harry grew up knowing a few dozen different laps that were safe and warm to nap in.

This was a Harry who grew up among books, among old transient walls and learned professors. They gave Binns night duty sometimes, and let him talk young Harry to sleep. This was a Harry whose world changed, on principle, daily. The stairs moved. The walls became doors. You had to keep your eyes open–you had to pay attention. So he did.

He grew up in a school. Knowledge was power, but knowledge was also joy. This was his sanctuary. There was magic in his world from birth.

“The castle will keep him safe,” said Dumbledore, when McGonagall came into his office to complain for the eighth time about Albus’s rather cavalier take on child-rearing. “That’s what it does.”

Then why do we bother with chaperones ever,” McGonagall said, tempted to shriek it. “Should we let all the children run about willy-nilly at all hours, or just the orphan waifs?!

“He’s not a student. He’s a ward of Hogwarts. It will take care of him, Minerva.”

McGonagall walked off fuming. A cat with spectacle markings followed Harry almost constantly from ages three through four. At some point McGonagall was far enough behind on her paperwork, and had seen enough suits of armor carry the kid back to his room, enough draperies lift off the wall and tug Harry away from edges, and enough stairs creakingly shift their slope for his tiny toddler legs. She gave a grumpy sigh, stole some of Albus’s lemon drops, and resigned herself to a magical world.

The Grey Lady, the ghost of Ravenclaw Tower, didn’t really like boys but she liked children. She especially liked patience, and politeness, and Harry had been raised by McGonagall’s stern table manners, by Victorian portraiture and quite a few House Elves. He said please, thank you, and ma'am, and as a child he was very cunning in how he got bedtime stories and bedtime snacks out of most every adult he met.

The Grey Lady told the best stories, you see, the ones with riddles in them. You had to think and ask questions to get all the way through them. So he hunted her down with big patient eyes and plates of very smelly cheese, and she told him stories that made him think.

When Harry was stable enough on his feet to walk, and then to run, Sir Cadogan would race him through the castle, the knight scattering banquet tables and galloping across landscapes, twisting through the abstract gallery up on the seventh and a half floor. Harry stumbled and sprinted up stairways and didn’t notice for years the way Cadogan waited at the end of corridors for him to catch up.

Harry was a chubby-legged toddler, in this world–cute cheeks and stubby limbs. It’s a cute image, yes– but this is important. He was a chubby kid. He ate in a high chair on the teacher’s dais, getting peas and mashed potatoes on the adults beside him– Sprout laughed. Snape didn’t.

But this is important–Harry filled his plate. He wobbled up on little legs and grabbed biscuits from the table, slurped his soup, got marinara sauce on his chin and forehead and somehow behind his ear. When he was hungry, he ate. If he snuck down to the kitchens at night, it was for the adventure of it and nothing else. When he was hungry, he ate.

When he was four, they started letting him go sit down with the students. Bill Weasley, on route to be a prefect next year, took him under his wing and scrubbed his face down after meals. Harry was passed around the Hufflepuff table; theirs was the House Common Room he most liked sneaking into, with its barrels and cozy warmth. Nymphadora Tonks turned her nose a dozen different shapes to make Harry laugh, gurgling, as a toddler (and then a child) (and then for the rest of her life, honestly–it never stopped being funny).

The whole Ravenclaw table got distracted from meals, trying to solve riddles from a book one of their Muggleborns had smuggled in.Harry pushed his fork through his gravy, trying to draw out his thoughts but only making squiggles.

It was years before Harry sat at the Slytherin table for the first time–no one had ever set him down there, like they had with the others. But he liked green–it was the color of Professor Sprout’s greenhouses, where he went and napped sometimes in winter. It was the color of his mother’s eyes, from the little book of moving pictures Hagrid had given him when he was three.

All the Slytherin kids seemed big, but everyone Harry ever met seemed big–except for Flitwick, who was seeming smaller with every growth spurt. He leaned forward, teetering on the bench, and grabbed a chicken drumstick. “Hi,” he said, because he’d had a childhood full of tea parties with high portrait society– the French nobility and the tired housewife from the third floor and an old witch with her sleeve on fire but very particular table manners. “I’m Harry. What’s your name?”

By the end of the meal, they were flicking peas across the table with their spoons, like catapult projectiles. Harry had been unwelcome in so few places in his life, after he’d left 4 Privet Drive, that he simply didn’t expect it. He asked Warrington, a Slytherin with shoulders like a bulldog’s, to help him with the juice, which was too unwieldy for his kid-sized wrists. Harry sat there blinking, smiling, until Warrington took the jug and poured him a brimming glass.

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To the high school graduates ...

Here is something I wrote a few years ago that is still quite applicable, especially re:Hot Pocket™ safety.

Hello, high school graduates! All of you are likely close to collapsing under the weight of well meaning old-people’s advice, which for the past few months has piled up like so much smug, well-meaning snow. Allow me to add my own dusting.

1. Leave high school behind you, now. Whether you were the most devastatingly cool guy in all of McNary High School or the most excruciatingly awkward girl at Sprague, once you leave high school, no one will know. Or, more importantly, care. Most really cool people who do interesting, creative things with their lives didn’t have super happy high school careers. Many really cool people had great high school experiences. But any reasonably cool person over the age of 19 knows that what you earned, or endured, in high school has zero bearing on who you are the day you graduate. I know. It seems SO IMPORTANT now. But … it’s not. Not even a little.

2. Manners count, and they’re free. You can get away with murder if you do it politely, because whoever expects a polite murderer? Manners make other people feel comfortable and happy and respected, and when people feel comfortable, happy and respected they are 8,000 percent more likely to let you get your way.

Say please, thank you, excuse me, it was so nice to meet you, hope I see you again soon. Whatever you do, send thank-you notes so people are inclined to keep doing nice things for you.

3. Chew with your mouth closed. In fact, sometime when you’re alone, go sit in front of a mirror and watch yourself eat, then make any necessary adjustments now before it becomes a permanent habit.

4. If people expect you to go to college, but you’re not super-excited about it, skip a year and work before you head off. It’s not the end of the world, and it doesn’t make you a failure. That time is too expensive and too precious to use on something you’re half-assed about. Also, I speak from experience — folding jeans at a store in the mall for minimum wage for a few months made me feel very differently about how tedious and mindless sitting through a lecture class feels.

5. Unkindness, from here on out, becomes less and less attractive. Cruelty is one of the four main currencies of high school, along with attractiveness, athletic ability and actual currency provided by your parents (I see you, West Salem kids!). In high school, a profoundly mediocre person can rule — or at least maintain a position at the periphery of the popular kids’ group — through fear.

But once you get into college, you begin to leave that b.s. behind you. You don’t have to be mean to be funny. You don’t have to be mean to disagree with someone. You don’t have to be mean to someone powerless to prove your power. All meanness showcases is that you have ugly internal architecture. And as the facades that were so important in high school fade, that is what others will see when they look at you.

6. Know which classes you have to go to, and which ones can be skipped in lieu of more important things. Yes, if you want to go to Harvard Law or John Hopkins Med, you need to ace all your impossibly difficult classes. But if you want to do something post-college that doesn’t involve grad school — if you want to work in non-profits, if you want to write for a paper, if you want to do public relations, if you want to run a business — then instead, look for ways that you can get those experiences in college.

Join extracurriculars that mimic the experiences you someday want to get paid for. If you hate doing it for free, then chances are you’ll resent it even when you get paid for it. Also, this way, when you graduate college, you can prove to employers that you did something, not just wrote compelling papers on the metaphysical nature of being.

7. If you’re a person for whom the hooking up thing doesn’t work, then don’t do it. College is a time of lots and lots of casual sex. This, I think, plays pretty well into what many — not all, but many — 18-year-old guys want, and terribly into what most — not all, but most — 18-year-old girls want. Know what you want, and don’t feel bad if that’s not in line with what someone else wants. Also, know that after freshman year, people begin to date again rather than just drunkenly coupling and uncoupling.

8. Freshman year, you can and should be friends with everyone. Sophomore year will tell who is actually worth keeping.

9. After you microwave a Hot Pocket, be sure to gently tug open the end and let the steam out, and wait a couple minutes, because there is nothing more painful than a Hot Pocket steam-and-molten-cheese burn to the top of the mouth.

10. Don’t tell the internet too much about your love life, or deep innermost feelings, or secrets. It’s none of the Internet’s business, but the Internet has a big mouth and a long, long memory. Make good friends, and tell them in person when you hang out in each other’s dorm rooms and watch movies and eat Funfetti frosting straight out of the jar. Do this a lot. It doesn’t seem important, but it is.

useless facts about the founders of the US

george washington: had so many deadly diseases that no one knows how he survived to presidency. p sure it made him infertile. also basically caused the french and indian war by accident

thomas jefferson: was so obsessed with ruining aaron burr that he oversaw every part of his treason trial. made someone run back and forth between the courthouse and his home to keep him updated. is #inconsistent in his political ideas 

james madison: dropped out of college bc of anxiety and lied about it, telling everyone he’d been studying independently. tried to save the south from total agricultural dominance but was stopped by hi bff Jeffyson who was hot for farmers 

john adams: shocked everyone by doing the right thing and volunteered to be the lawyer for the soldiers in the boston masacre trial. when his wife wrote him a letter suggesting women may have rights in the new america, responded “that’s adorable” and probably told his friends

alexander hamilton: published letters under a pseudonym calling burr a ‘cataline’, a reference which implies mass murder, political conspiracy, and incestuous rape, because burr had taken his step-father’s senate seat #nochill

hercules mulligan: was somehow an effective spy despite being a very well known rebel (in every fucking comittee and member of sons of liberty) bc everyone loved his clothes SO much that they were willing to risk it. saved george washington from 2 assassinations mostly by accident. 

aaron burr: major speculation about if he wore silk when he dueled with hamilton bc they thought it could deflect bullets. everyone though he had a haram and warned he’d steal your virgins and pretty boys

benedict arnold: betrayed his country bc sempai didn’t notice him; was constaly ignored for his victories, got lots of texts from washington of ‘who dis?’, and was probably mistaken for benjiman talmidge frequently. 

baron von steubon: was too gay for europe. had a legit haram of pretty boys approved by president washington for his service in the war. is the reason one of adams’ sons ran across harvard yard naked. 

nathan hale: worst spy ever who no one should have let outside. they say he was hanged bc he was a spy, but i’m pretty sure they were angry his last words were such a sick burn

ethan allan: not always furniture. came to fight and had the fucking BEST time, may not have even known what the war was about when he joined

paul revere: sybil ludington road twice as long, through the rain, and over rough terrain to tell the local militia british troops were coming. went on with her life knowing she was better than everyone else

abigail adams: is the reason vaccines happened in the US which, coincidentally, is the only thing that kept the american troops from dying outright. salty as fuck and would have been a better president than her husband 

Giulio Regeni (28) was an italian student working on getting his PhD in Cambridge University. He was doing an investigation on independent unions in Egypt and for research he moved temporarily to Cairo, unaware that his good intentions would lead to his brutal murder.

On January 25, 2016, the country was on high alert because it was the fifth anniversary of the Egyptian revolution, one that in 2011 ended up overthrowing president Hosni Mubarak. The current government, led by  Abdel Fatah al-Sisi has since kept a tight control over social manifestations, and thousands have been killed because of it. So Giulio should have stayed in his apartment for safety on that day, but instead he decided to go out to a friend’s birthday party. His last communication was in the evening with his girlfriend, who lived in Ukraine, letting her know he was heading out. He was never seen alive again.

On February 3, after 9 days missing, Giulio’s body was found in the road from Cairo to Alexandria showing clear signs of prolonged torture. The finding happened right at a time in which an italian delegation was meeting with Abdel Fatah al-Sisi. The Egyptian authorities said he’d died from a blow on the head and gave a number of different explanations for the murder to the press: that he had been killed in a road accident, then that it was a crime of passion, that he’d been murdered during a drug deal and that he was a foreign spy.

But Italian prosecutors didn’t let it go and they conducted their own examination of the body and circumstances. Yes, Giulio had been hit on the head several times, but that hadn’t killed him. He’d died from a broken neck, but before that he’d been repeatedly burned and cut, his hands, feet and teeth were broken and letters had been scarved in his skin. He’d been tortured for several days, because the time of death was determined to be between the night of February 1st and the night of February 2nd.

With this revelation, Egyptian authorities changed their tune again. Sisi himself said in the press that Giulio had been killed by Russians to make them look bad with the italians, and then they said that Giulio had been kidnapped and murdered by a gang of robbers that pretended to be policemen. But this didn’t make sense, because no ransom had ever been demanded and his credit cards had not been used. The authorities went as far as to produce Giulio’s documents that had been allegedly in the hands of these criminals, and claimed the gang members had died during a shoot out with police. The gang’s family members, however, said that they’d been executed in cold blood.

The real theory behind this tragic murder is that Giulio was taken by the police because of his research; they suspected he was inciting the social movement. Giulio had told friends he’d been followed and photographed and he’d trusted in the leader of the independent street vendors union, who denounced him to authorities claiming that his questions were “suspicious”. However, the lack of real cooperation from the government means this case will likely remain unsolved, although italian authorities have pledged to keep looking for the truth.

I would honestly give anything to have a Kuroshitsuji spinoff series that’s just about Vincent’s time being the Watchdog and it consists of him dragging Diedrich into increasingly dangerous yet possibly hilarious scenarios. Like, maybe Vincent has to dress in drag and Diedrich has to pretend to be his fiance. Maybe Vincent tells Dee that their having some sort of casual get together with a bunch of their old school mates but instead Vincent just cons him into solving a grisly politically charged murder. 

Maybe we could find out what “you owe me for the Windsor incident” (from the circus arc) was referring to.

Maybe sometimes Frances catches on to her brother’s bullshit schemes and decides to help his weak-ass. Maybe it turns into the freaking Man from U.N.C.L.E. where the two guys have to work with Frances to complete a mission.

It would be fucking amazing.

Make this happen.

Jesus was not sent by God to die in order to appease a violent deity, nor did he defeat the powers by dying on the cross. his death was not an atoning sacrifice or a way of bringing a scapegoat mechanism to light. It was a political murder meant to sow terror and to undermine hope. His violent death exposes the domination system as oppressive and violent. His resurrection challenges the ultimate power of the system and invites us to be people of God here and now where oppressive systems remain powerful and must be challenged. Jesus teaches us how to live and shows us the risks of living God’s compassion in an unjust world.
—  Walter Wink, The Human Being

anonymous asked:

LOL THE SUGA ONE WAS PERFECT! Yes he can be a kind supportive parent along with Daichi but hebis also E V I L! Daichi can be scary when angry but Suga will murder u in your sleep. EVIL I SAY! ok if you are not tired of those how about Akaashi next? So many fics make him this shy, pretty dude who needa to be saved by Bokuto nd I dont get where people got that. He's evil too, in a different way than Suga, but still evil

*kicks down your door* DID YOU SAY EVIL AKAASHI HOLY SHIT DO I LOVE THAT SHIT HOLY SHIT. (i already regret this entire meta) 

i mean to be fair i am partial to a wildly insecure akaashi because holy shitting fuck being shy/insecure and being a badass dickhead aren’t mutually exclusive what a fucking concept (this is rage at fandom in general not this ask, dw) but holy shit anyway

fanon akaashi

  • god it’s been so long since i read a bad akaashi
  • i live in my weird, dark akaashi corner and never wander out
  • fragile and feminine
  • like, dainty or something?
  • “so tired of bokuto lol poor akaashi”
  • eventually??? notices bokuto’s charm??? or something?? and is swept off his feet

canon akaashi

  • bruh
  • fuckin brutal my dudes
  • that moment in the anime? where bokuto’s explaining a rebound and then he’s like “well it can go wrong” and akaashi’s like “yeah it goes wrong a lot for you”
  • holy fuck what an asshole
  • bokuto’s like “NO” because of course he’s like “NO”, akaashi you dickhead. and then he’s like “you’ve gotta say that’s not true bokuto-san” because bokuto happens to know how to be be nice fucking person
  • and akaashi’s like don’t fucking tell me what to do you shithead
  • and the next time bokuto’s like “but if you’re calm you can figure out what to do” and akaashi swoops in knowing full damn well that he’s being a dick and is like “that’s not true bokuto-san”
  • fucking brutal
  • and you might be like “lol well he’s a sarcastic asshole with bokuto because he’s So Tired”
  • are you fucking kidding me
  • the guy spends all his free time with bokuto
  • endless practice? sure. lunch together? sure. the guy has a list of bokuto’s weaknesses, knows how to get him back on track no matter how shit his mood gets and you wanna tell me he’s not, like, one of the most important people in akaashi’s life?
  • also the second someone’s like “so bokuto, huh?” he’s like “yeah dude he’s super reliable and i only have good things to say about him whatever”
  • holy fuck
  • this is how he deals with a teammate he respects and is most likely one of his closest friends
  • he’s a dick. the way he smirks at tsukishima when they win? that’s a fucking “hahah suck it you loser, you little snot” even though he knows this is an insecure first year who is just getting the motivation to work at volleyball and he’s still like “should i be gracious in winning here? nah, i’m gonna smirk at him in a way that’s utterly rubbing his face in the fact that i fcukin played him hah you dickhead that’s our ace”
  • seriously though look at some of his faces the guy is absolutely out for blood. kenma is teasing him? i’m planning your untimely death you little pipsqueak. tsukki loses? hahahah how do you like that you lil bitch
  • not to mention he’s super fucking tall
  • he could crush you
  • this list is so long because i. fucking. am. so. emotional. about akaashi keiji.
  • he may be polite but he would murder you, bro. fucking murder you.
  • *muffled sobbing*

Emma Goldman (June 27, 1869 – May 14, 1940) was an anarchist known for her political activism, writing, and speeches. She played a pivotal role in the development of anarchist political philosophy in North America and Europe in the first half of the 20th century.

Born in Kovno, Russian Empire (present-day Kaunas, Lithuania), Goldman emigrated to the United States in 1885. Attracted to anarchism after the Haymarket affair, Goldman became a writer and a renowned lecturer on anarchist philosophy, women’s rights, and social issues, attracting crowds of thousands. She and anarchist writer Alexander Berkman, her lover and lifelong friend, planned to assassinate industrialist and financier Henry Clay Frick as an act of propaganda of the deed. Frick survived the attempt on his life in 1892 and Berkman was sentenced to 22 years in prison. Goldman was imprisoned several times in the years that followed, for “inciting to riot” and illegally distributing information about birth control. In 1906, Goldman founded the anarchist journal Mother Earth.

In 1917, Goldman and Berkman were sentenced to two years in jail for conspiring to “induce persons not to register” for the newly instated draft. After their release from prison, they were arrested—along with hundreds of others—and deported to her native Russia. Initially supportive of that country’s Bolshevik revolution, Goldman reversed her opinion in the wake of the Kronstadt rebellion and denounced the Soviet Union for its violent repression of independent voices. In 1923, she published a book about her experiences, My Disillusionment in Russia. While living in England, Canada, and France, she wrote an autobiography called Living My Life. After the outbreak of the Spanish Civil War, she traveled to Spain to support the anarchist revolution there. She died in Toronto on May 14, 1940, aged 70.

During her life, Goldman was lionized as a free-thinking “rebel woman” by admirers, and denounced by detractors as an advocate of politically motivated murder and violent revolution. Her writing and lectures spanned a wide variety of issues, including prisons, atheism, freedom of speech, militarism, capitalism, marriage, free love, and homosexuality. Although she distanced herself from first-wave feminism and its efforts toward women’s suffrage, she developed new ways of incorporating gender politics into anarchism. After decades of obscurity, Goldman’s iconic status was revived in the 1970s, when feminist and anarchist scholars rekindled popular interest in her life.

What people in the fandom are saying: but the Autobots are just as evil, if not MORE evil, than the Decepticons! It’s an abhorrence that Megatron now wears the Autobot symbol! How dare Megatron do that to the Decepticons!

What people in the fandom should realize:

-Megatron’s redemption arc isn’t about the Decepticons. It’s about him recognizing he was wrong. It’s about him removing himself from something which only enables his terrible behavior. The struggles the Decepticons are facing now will never outweigh the slaughter of BILLIONS which Megatron carried out with no remorse as the faction’s leader.

-Megatron was never what this fandom positively associates as a ‘revolutionist miner.’ He wanted to be a revolutionist, and at one time his ideas and writings were his protests, but his anger and hatred led to his own corruption. Instead, Megatron was a terrorist who used unlawful force and violence to coerce others and governmental powers to follow his social and political objectives. Destruction and murder became an appropriate way to get what he wanted.  Megatron and his Decepticons didn’t attempt to liberate their species from an oppressive government; Megatron went beyond fighting for the freedom of everyone to instead wanting to punish, to destroy, to be the oppression and ruled as a tyrant. He didn’t fight for the rights he once thought Cybertronians deserved, and rather, rose to be a force nearly as bad as the Senate.

-The word ‘Autobot’ was reclaimed from off-worlders by Orion Pax and later again by Optimus Prime after Zeta Prime’s failed leadership. The true Autobot cause didn’t exist before the war; it came to be during the revolution as Optimus amassed an army large enough only for the sake of defeating Megatron’s Decepticon terrorist movement. Instead of being used as a slur referring to their species as ‘automatons’ because they seemingly never changed, it evolved to mean ‘autonomous’ as Orion Pax suggested it should mean. The word became unpopular because of Zeta Prime’s ruthlessness and neglect of the citizens of Cybertron. However, it was canonically established that Optimus Prime wasn’t corrupt like the Primes who preceded him. He turned the Autobots into a cause for morality and freedom, one which would ensure justice to those who threatened the sanctity of others, their world, and every other world. Optimus has never strayed from those ideals, even though others attempted to bring out the worst in him.

Most importantly, the choices and actions of a few do not represent the cause as a whole. For instance, Decepticons such as Thundercracker who opted to adopt a dog, spend his time writing screenplays, and gets along relatively peaceably with others do not lessen the atrocities of the Decepticon cause. And, the Autobots who slip up, who act more violent or make questionable choices do not lessen what the Autobot cause stands for or what it has accomplished in protecting the lives and freedoms of others.

erin-the-extraterrestrial  asked:

I will keep y'all in my prayers. You have tried so hard to distance yourselves from facism that you have backed into becoming fascists yourselves. I hope you all find an end to your hate, bigotry, and racism. Have a good evening, y'all.

Oh, that’s so nice of you!  Thank you for thinking of us.

We’re keenly interested in what your definition of fascism is and how we fit your definition of fascists.  Because we have a suspicion your logic runs along these lines:

Our definition of fascism would be something like this:  it’s an authoritarian political system normally led by a dictator or dictatorial cabal that focuses on ultra-nationalism; the promotion of racist hatred & scapegoating; a extreme fetishization of violence as the ultimate legitimate political mechanism; organized mass murder; the ownership of government by one individual or a small group; prioritizing money over the lives of people; anti-individualism; and the destruction of civilization - employing and emphasizing violence as a legitimate political tool to further these aims.  

BTW, we see that your first post on your blog is about a “civil” war called for on “the ANTIFA website.”  What is that website’s address?  Because we’re pretty sure that’s a completely-fabricated lie.  If it’s not, please show and prove by telling us where this mythical “antifa website” is.  Otherwise, you must be either incredibly gullible or you’re actively collaborating with violent fascists.

Domestic terrorists killed his son. He wants Trump to remember that America makes extremists, too.
Ex-police chief Bob Paudert is worried that federal officials have forgotten about the dangerous sovereign citizens movement.
By https://www.facebook.com/peter.holley.923

I generally try to be apolitical and upbeat on social media, but since Bob Paudert is a coworker and friend of my dad in the SLATT program, I think I should share this. RIP Brandon Paudert.


Yknow we weren’t even asking for much? We just wanted to see our C-137 dudes go to Atlantis, maybe see some mermaids, who knows.

Instead, they gave us politics, murder, crime, Mortys being forced to be the same, so much so that they actually went crazy and homicidal (like Cop Morty) or decided to kill themselves just for the hope of something changing (like Slick Morty), Ricks constantly being told and treated like they’re special, even though the citadel had taken away what made them special, and the return of EVIL FUCKING MORTY.

I believe I speak for the whole fandom when I say:

Holy fucking shit.

anonymous asked:

Are you capable of seeing that antifas actions and claimed funding make you more fascists then the people you attack and claim to be said fascists? If you all started wearing brown shirts while protesting and inciting riots you'd be another page in history.

We’d normally ignore a message this fucking ignorant, Anon, but today we decided to use your bullshite to clear up a few things:

1) Fascism doesn’t have a super-clear definition but if it definitely includes some or all of the following: ultra-nationalism; the promotion of racist hatred & scapegoating; a extreme fetishization of violence as the ultimate legitimate political mechanism; organized mass murder; the ownership of government by one individual or a small group; prioritizing money over the lives of people; anti-individualism; and the destruction of civilization.

Maybe you know something we don’t, Anon, but we don’t recall antifa ever promoting ultra-nationalism; racist scapegoating, promoting violence as the supreme political mechanism, organizing mass murder, advocating for the ownership of government by one person or a tiny elite cabal, prioritizing money over people, anti-individualism; or ultimately destroying civilization.  Maybe you should actually read about fascism before you make baseless accusations.

2) Antifa’s actions are fascist?  We’ve been blogging about antifa for nearly three years now; we have nearly 4000 posts up; yet we can’t seem to find a single one that has any of the characteristics of fascism.

3) “Claimed funding?”  WTF conspiracy pill did you swallow?  What are you even talking about?  State your claim clearly, then back it with actual evidence and credible sources or GTFO.

4) Oh, maybe you’re all upset because antifascists will defend their communities from people attempting to advocate for the forced removal and genocide of members of those communities, huh?  Too fucking bad, asshat.  We have the right to defend ourselves and our communities from people that are advocating, organizing, and promoting violence against community members.