the chance complex


Chance The Rapper interview with Complex


“So, that’s it…?” You snapped, jerking your arms out to the side. “You’re not going to turn the creep-factor down and quit stalking me?”

Pursuing…” Malcolm corrected as he took a step forward, being sure to flash one of his characteristic cocksure smiles as he moved closer. “And why would I walk away from the one person on this earth who challenges me?”

“Because I asked you to.” Came your heated snarl. “Look, it’s not that I don’t think you’re…” You paused and bit your lip, which ultimately demanded his full attention as he lifted an eyebrow and waited for you to finish that little thought you’ve been keeping to yourself ever since the Dark Archer walked into your lives. Oh, shit… What were you going to say again? Hot, mysterious, and looking like every one of your darkest fantasies all wrapped up in one pretty package. With a gulp and a flush running up your neck, you finally admitted, “Attractive. But I’m batting for Team Arrow right now and I’m not sure that would look good if I decided to just run off and grab milkshakes with you.”

Milkshakes…” Giving a brief snort and crossing his arms over his broad chest, he asked, “Milkshakes is what you think of when you picture our first date?”

Now glaring, you growled out, “We’re not going on a date.”

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*Imagine being Attracted to Malcolm Despite being a Member of Team Arrow*

Request: Will u pls pls do some malcolm merlyn/reader where he wants to court her but she works for team arrow so she doesnt want his attention? The team r protective of her. They r attracted to each other but she hates what he is n he wont leave her alone.

Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.
This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. The cost of one modern heavy bomber is this: a modern brick school in more than 30 cities. It is two electric power plants, each serving a town of 60,000 population. It is two fine, fully equipped hospitals. It is some fifty miles of concrete pavement. We pay for a single fighter with a half-million bushels of wheat. We pay for a single destroyer with new homes that could have housed more than 8,000 people… . This is not a way of life at all, in any true sense. Under the cloud of threatening war, it is humanity hanging from a cross of iron.

Dwight D. Eisenhower, in response to the death of Joseph Stalin. He was hoping, begging that the Soviet leadership that replaced Stalin would work with him to de-escalate the cold war.

They didn’t. He didn’t. During his administration, US military spending rose exponentially and has remained at unsustainably high levels even after the fall of the Soviet Union.

When you wonder why Americans are without healthcare, without good education, without adequate housing, with crumbling roads and bridges, remember that we’ve known for a very long time that these things are the price we’ve paid for our military dominance.

Ask yourself, America: is it a good deal? Was it worth it then? Does it continue to be worth it now? How long does this go on? How many generations do you want to curse with perpetual brinksmanship?