there are some wonderful people out there in the world

the first few weeks of the justice league actually being a team are probably a fucking nightmare. superman keeps using midwestern expressions. you’re not going to need paper towels to clean this up, you’re gonna need an irrigation system, he says. nobody is entirely sure what that means. aquaman keeps leaving in the middle of fights to go save lobsters from restaurants, because he can’t just let them get eaten, y'know? wonder woman quickly figures out that there’s maybe three people here with any serious combat experience. the flash is just a police officer, man. that’s all he knows. she’s in despair. speaking of the flash, someone made the mistake of giving him caffienated coffee, and now the power’s out. someone tell green lantern that he can’t wear the same gross jacket to every meeting. shouldn’t his space cop uniform keep him warm. who keeps playing ‘mmm whatcha say’ over the speakers. batman keeps disappearing during after battles, and it turns out he’s at the daycare down the street hanging out with the babies. he got bored

Who the fuck is Oscar

I’m not sure how many of my followers are RWBY fans but the latest episode got my theory sense tingling so I thought it’s high time I made a RWBY theory.

The subject of today’s theory is Oscar, a farm boy who begins hearing the voice of professor Ozpin. He is otherwise unknown, unmentioned and has never encountered or interacted with any other member of the RWBY cast, leading some to wonder “Who the fuck is this”

Who is Oscar? How is he related to the story? Why is he hearing Ozpin’s voice? Well as it turns out, all those questions have the same fucking answer

Oscar is Ozpin!

Let’s dive right in with a few minor hints. For starters, let’s look at the world Oscar inhabits, the setting he lives in back home on the range. For starters, none of the main characters are present in it, raising the question of what makes him so special, but what stands out about the world isn’t the people, but the technology. It looks like a boring, early 20th century farm house, a far fucking cry from Remnant’s world of airships, robots and transparent cellphones. This hints tell us that what we are looking at could easily be the past, and as a result we should be looking at adult characters.

Ozpin the the most likely, being one of the most important and oldest figures in the series. He’s this Remnant’s Dumbledore, so naturally he’d be the one in focus. What makes me think Oscar is Ozpin isn’t his significance though, and it’s not his dashing emerald eyes either

No, what stands out to me about Oscar is his name:

Oscar Zoroaster Phadrig Isaac Norman Henkle Emmannuel Ambroise Diggs. The full name of the Wizard of Oz

Oh, is that not enough? Let’s also deal with the facts that we only know Oscar’s first name, and Ozpin’s last name. there is no overlap here. And when did Oscar start hearing Ozpin’s voice? When he was looking in the mirror!

We never did get confirmation of Ozpin’s semblance. We never knew what made him the chessmaster he was, the headmaster of Beacon and the confidante of General Ironwood himself

Ozpin is strong, we know that, but strong doesn’t make you a leader and strategist. That power goes to those with information: the greatest weapon any leader could hold. Trust me, it’s no coincidence that the first thing Oscar heard from Ozpin was his introduction from episode 1. Ozpin became the man he is today, because his semblance allows him to send messages to himself back through time.

and THAT is where Ozpin gets his clockwork symbolism from. Clock work, listening through time. In the end, he knows what he’s doing, because he’s already heard everything play out

coming from a young, black, bi girl who just happens to be an artist who gets like No Recognition™, i just really wanna give some positivity and love to other queer black girls and queer people of color who make wonderful art, people who push boundaries beyond pale skin on pastel backgrounds, people who are creating literal magic with little to no resources, or all of the resources and getting no respect, i love y'all and i hope we as a unit never stop creating and pushing out little pieces of ourselves in our chosen mediums for the world to observe, i’m proud of us and can’t wait for us all to shine

anonymous asked:

Hi, so as a proponent of violence against nazis I sometimes get into arguments with people about the efficacy of antifascist violence. I was just wondering if you guys have any advice/sources/opinions on how antifascist violence is in fact effective? I'm just hoping to find some added help in these arguments. Thanks so much.

We can think of a few good sources for you to check out:

Militant Anti-Fascism by M. Testa

Beating The Fascists: The Untold Story of Anti-Fascist Action by Sean Birchall

The 43 Group by Morris Beckman

Chasseurs de skins by Sarah Bucker et Marc-Rurelle Ueccione

World War Two by millions of people fighting nazis.

You’d also do well to check out our archive.  

thetimelordthatlived  asked:

If you could travel back in time what time period would you travel to? Would you be a participant or observer?

I would probably like to see what it was like to live as a native person before before the european invasions, perhaps many centuries ago, just to see exactly what the relationship to the world around them was. It’s hard as a modern white european to fully grasp the spiritual and daily lives of a people that lived deeply in balance with the natural world around them. I would like to participate and observe and then return here to this time with that knowledge. I am afraid it may be devastating seeing to the extent with which we have gotten out of balance with the world and energy of the natural world. When I see the animals in the Galapagos and their fearlessness toward their human fellow earthlings, it makes me wonder about the “garden of eden” and our place in it. Were we at one with it at some point? Was there a time when there was not distinction between us and it? Was that the native experience? From eastern religions we hear about the illusion of duality, the illusion of “individual” when in fact all things are interrelated and interconnected through many different unseen systems. Food systems, air and water systems, and energy systems. I imagine that wisdom is the essence of the original people’s experience. But I sure wish I could go back and experience it myself.

The summer of his fifteenth birthday, Dudley Dursley is woken up almost every night by cries of “DON’T KILL CEDRIC, PLEASE, DON’T KILL CEDRIC” coming from his cousin’s room. He taunts his cousin about it of course, because that’s just what he does. But sometimes the cries still echo in his head, and he wonders about this Cedric.

Two years later his parents and him are forced out of their house because some bad wizard is after his cousin. He doesn’t understand what it all really means, but for the first time he understands the seriousness of that world his cousin is part of. And once again those cries of “don’t kill Cedric” fill his head.

He doesn’t see his cousin for two years after that, but whenever he passes a group of funny-looking people wearing robes on the street he tries to catch bits of conversation, waiting to hear something about Harry (he doesn’t know much about his cousin, but he does know he is some kind of a celebrity in the wizarding world). He doesn’t learn much except that there was a war and Harry played a role in putting an end to it.

One day he works up the courage to ask a group of those people if they know where he can find Harry Potter. Some old wizard tells him Harry Potter’s been known to be staying at his godfather’s old house, 12 Grimmauld Place.

On Harry’s nineteenth birthday, Dudley sends him a card. It doesn’t say much, just “Happy birthday. - Dudley x”. Then a few months later, on Halloween night, Dudley has drunk one too many glasses of wine, and he decides to just pay a visit.

When he gets there of course he can’t find number twelve, so he just stands there in the street and cries out Harry’s name until Harry hears him. Harry is home alone, and a half-drunk glass of something that looks like whisky is sitting on the table.

“What are you doing here, Dudley?” Harry asks. He sounds tired.

“I’m not sure. How’ve you been?”

They stay up all night talking. It’s awkward at first, but there’s something comforting about talking to someone you know next to nothing about, and they end up getting a lot off their chests. Dudley tells Harry about the fight he got into with his parents, and how they cut him off as a result, and how he has to work a job as a cashier to pay his rent. Harry tells him a bit about what’s been happening in the wizarding world those past few years, and Dudley suddenly has a lot of respect and admiration for his cousin.

At some point, Dudley asks to know about that Cedric bloke Harry used to talk about in his sleep, and Harry tells him about how Cedric died. Dudley thinks how unfair it is to die this young, and to die as a ‘spare’.

The next morning, Dudley shakes Harry’s hand before leaving. He even gives him a little smile.

They decide to make this a monthly thing where they get together and talk about what’s happening in their respective worlds.

Seven years later, Dudley is married and his wife is pregnant with a boy.

When the baby is born, and they cut the umbilical cord, the cord grows back almost immediately. The doctors are astonished but Dudley just laughs between tears of joy. He’s got a wizard for a baby. And he’s beautiful.

A week later Harry comes to visit, to see the baby. It’s the first time he’s been to Dudley’s place, they always used to meet up at his place (he’s moved from Grimmauld Place since he’s been living with Ginny, and now young James and Albus). Dudley introduces his wife Amelia, who’s only recently had to find out about the magical side of Dudley’s family, and is both excited and a bit freaked out.

“And this,” he says as Harry picks up the baby, “is Cedric”.

Harry looks up questioningly, and Dudley gives him a small smile, that exact same smile he gave him the morning after that Halloween night he came drunkenly shouting his name in his street ,all those years ago.

anonymous asked:

love your works so much, if you are still taking prompts/suggestions... SuperSterek AU, pretty please? thank you!

I’ve been dying to write some more superhero AUs, so I should be the one thanking you, sweet anon. ♥

[ Also on AO3. ]

Metropolis.

Population of approximately eleven million people, overseen by mayor Fleming – all previous mayors dead or corrupted, some both. Jury’s still out on this one. Home of the Metropolis Spartans and the United States’ favorite alien and most beloved superhero, Superman.

When Superman came to Earth, Stiles had watched in awe and wonder as the news and media went haywire over his arrival. He had been back in Beacon Hills, California back then, watching and holding his breath along with the rest of the world as the previously unknown alien showed himself to be good. To be a hero, continuously.

Growing up, Stiles had been just like any other kid; fascinated by superheroes and dressing up like one at any given opportunity, wearing blankets over his shoulders and running around in his house and in the backyard and up and down the street, pretending to be the kind of hero he read about.

So when a real life superhero – an alien, but it counted – came to Earth and saved people and was the hero he, as a kid, had pretended to be, Stiles wanted nothing more than to watch it happen up close.

He worked his ass off at the police academy and said his farewells to the little town of Beacon Hills, when he got a job at Metropolis’ police department, excited and happy and nervous to be moving to the home town of the famous superhero.

It had now been a good four months since he had moved there, and Stiles found it utterly and completely … boring.

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I often wonder how some people can love so intensely, then toss the person they cherished aside the very next day like a used rag. How can such burning passion be snuffed out in an instant? People like that are the worst kind of poison: they make you feel like you mean the world to them, before trampling you like dirt beneath their feet.
—  The Time You Broke Me In Two// Musings By Moonlight
Tonight.

Henrik Lundqvist is our starting goalie. For me, he’s the first one I’ve known. He’s the king. He’s shown us some incredible saves. He’s the one who got me into this mess. He’s the one who made me enjoy this sport. Rangers fans know he’s got the team out of some crazy situations which we might have otherwise not have gotten out of. Rangers fans know he’s one of the best goalies in the world. 

So to hear that people are sarcastically cheering when he makes a stop, or booing when a puck goes through is baffling. Makes me wonder if anyone’s actually watching what’s happening on the ice. 

Time and time again the net is left open. Plays are made easy by the opponent. Defense on their knees, on their stomachs, on their backs, facing the other way. He’s forced to make save after save after save. You know what, I’m not going to come here and say that all of those goals tonight were purely the defense’s fault, because sure, maybe there were mistakes on his end but the fact is this team clearly plays better in front of back ups. The difference was outstanding once Hellberg came in. You can see it when Raanta is in too. 

Hank came here as a teenager, to this new city, this new country because the Rangers believed in him. He became the king of New York. Here he’s been able to express who he is, have fun, meet people and fans and time and time again he’s gone on record saying how much he loves this city. He gives back in endless ways. Not just through the Garden of Dreams but through his own foundation that he and his family run. 

He genuinely cares. 

My uncle who worked at that building for 41 years talked to me about how he would buy pizza for the box office some days and sign stuff for them after practices. It’s those small things he does for the people around him.

The fact that anyone could have the audacity to chant the way they did, considering they are fans makes me ill. Makes me sick. You call yourself a fan only when things are right, only when he plays well. Well guess what guys. Things aren’t right right now, but that doesn’t mean he’s “Dethroned.” He’s still here. A lot of the issues come straight from the defense, and you can point your finger right at management for not moving the pieces around.

It’s so fucking disrespectful. This man would put up everything for the community if he could. I just don’t get it.

It’s not supposed to be easy. Hockey isn’t easy. If you think otherwise then you take the man’s place. 

Damian talks a big game, acts like he thinks he’s the best thing the world’s ever produced and that everyone else is beneath him.

In actuality he doubts himself a lot. He tries to be good, to do good, but he keeps slipping and falling and failing and he doesn’t always understand why. His past haunts him every step he takes and there are some people in the family Tim who just don’t seem to want to give him a chance. Some days he wonders if he’ll ever actually be good or if it will always be something that’s always so far out of reach.

And a lot of the time he just wants someone to sit with him and talk and for that person to give him attention and affection and tell him he’s doing ok that he’s learning but he doesn’t know how to ask for that so he doesn’t. He instead waits for someone to notice that that’s what he needs and when no one does he doesn’t know how to deal with that either so instead of talking to someone about the problem (like a mature adult, which I will remind you he is neither) he lashes out and ends up, in his mind, slipping even further from the ideal he’s set up for himself about what a “good” person should be like.

Damian is a sad and frustrated little boy who is really good at putting on a confident mask because that’s what he was taught.

Tiny Cartoon Basketball Team: New Member Try Outs

It’s the start of a new year and we are looking for some talented first years for our team! Can you shoot 3-pointers well? Are you good at blocking shots and rebounding? Got dribbling skills up the whazoo?? Just looking to have some fun and shoot hoops with wonderful people? Or perhaps you’re interested in our world-class band? Or our vibrant, award-winning cheer squad? Whatever it is, you can find it on our team!

You may be wondering what the Tiny Cartoon Basketball Team (or TCBT) is and that is a perfectly good question! The larger story can be found on our [about page], but, in essence, we’re really just a group of people who like Kuroko no Basket, actual (real life!) basketball, and anime in general. We have a group chat that has been active almost every day this year with lovely, positive, and talented people; it’s a great place to meet new friends and unwind during the day. We also arrange events like training camps, olympic competitions, formals, and so much more. You can contribute art, writing, music, graphics, scenarios, or whatever it is you like to do!

Starting Saturday, January 21st at GMT 0:00 you can submit an application to our submission box. Keep in mind that this is the afternoon/evening of the 20th for people in the Americas and the morning of the 21st for people in Oceania and Eastern parts of Asia! In your submission, please be sure to include a drawing of yourself, your name, and desired position/section. Height, skills, and other fun info is also great to include!! Examples of submissions can be found on the TCBT blog starting [here].
Positions/Sections: Center, Shooting Guard, Point Guard, Power Forward, Short Forward, Pep Band, and Cheer Squad.

We look forward to all our lovely new members and we will make a post at GMT 0:00 on the 21st so it is clear when submissions are open!! Note that despite the title “Try Outs” we will be accepting all applicants with open arms!!

If you have any questions whatsoever, please just send us an ask and we will do our best to assist you!

Have you ever been in a group of people, like four or five or so, that are like, friends but maybe not too close with you, like a study group or something, and wondered what would happen if the group of you were suddenly transported to another world or something and had to figure out how to survive and get home? Or like, something affected the group of you and gave you magic powers or something along with the rise of a supervillain and you all decide to fight them? Cause like sometimes I’ll be walking with some of my friends to the dining hall or something and I’ll suddenly think like “What if this happened to us? What would the group dynamic be like? What skills would the five of us have that would get us out? Who would take the lead? Where would the conflict be? What would happen if….?”

Happy New Year!

I just watched the firework over my hometown out of the window of my childhood bedroom and wanted to take a moment to wish you all a happy new year!
May the next one be better than the last one.
By the way, because some people are still in 2016 I feel like I’m from the future.

*SPOILER ALERT*
The world’s still turning. Hope it stays that way.

Love you all and have a wonderful start and wonderful year!

A problem I have with JKR:

What’s the big deal with Snape’s greasy hair? Why such a big deal? I mean, he works with potions made of god knows all day with his head craning over them and his face in the steam so his hair probably does get greasy over the course of the day. Remember how Hermione’s hair got all mussed when she was fretting about the Draught of Living Death? That was in one period. Poor Sev has to deal with not just one cauldron per period, but 30 at least and five times a day. It’s no wonder his hair is greasy. Not to mention students like Neville and Goyle who don’t have the best grasp on the subject.

Also, some people just naturally have greasy hair which is usually a source of insecurity for them. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find shampoo for greasy hair in the muggle world? I bet if you let him out of the dungeons for a few days and let him do something nice like go for a picnic or to the bookstore, his hair would be just fine.

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lgbtq+ novels | wonders of the invisible world

here’s the thing: we’re all as thin as paper. like those paper people you used to find in old children’s magazines, inhabiting a two-page spread with other paper people, all of them hanging out somewhere together-at the park, at church, at school, at the mall, on the family room-until some kid took a pair of scissors to the dotted lines surrounding them and cut them out of their paper world. that’s us, that’s anyone. that was me. a cut-out paper person removed from the world i once belonged to.

So I commissioned the absolutely wonderful @kinggalahad to draw some fluff of one of my OTPs. That was all the commission was and it turned out to be the most wonderful piece of Jethin fan art I’ve seen. I absolutely adore it and I couldn’t wait to share it with the world. Full credit to Andrew. Thank you so much! 

Tagging some people who might find this interesting @lilbasthet, @dwagunfwoo @probably-pride-related, @fxckyeahmarkashton, @sierra-cymraeg, @god-i-miss-disco, @mvran, @do-not-call-it-art. (I can’t think of anyone else off the top of my head. I know I’m forgetting someone!)

Have you ever wondered what the world would look right now if we never fell in love? Some scientists believe that parallel universes are splitting with every choice we make. With different lives that we’re living. With other people that we’re loving. And I am so happy that out of a million parallel universes—we are the happiest of them all.
—  Juansen Dizon // A Million Parallel Universes 

anonymous asked:

I love fics where Leia is comforting people, especially Han. Do you have any recommendations for fics in which Leia is comforting/taking care of people? :)

The world of Leia comforting Han is, sadly, a rather small one. However, I did find some good ones:

Soothing: Just after Jabba’s Palace

You’re Safe With Me, Always: Also post-Jabba

Stay, Stay: Several Years Post-RotJ (rated M).

Remain In Light: Long and wonderful multichapter by the one and only @erindarroch in which Han is not killed on Starkiller. Beautiful reunion and hurt/comfort in the later chapters (some chapters rated M).

I am sure my lovely friend @friskynotebook could help you out, also! Happy reading, and be sure to leave a review!!

anonymous asked:

could i get a cheer up please,im feeling really down today *sorry for my bad english* ;;

((Of course you can, and your English is perfect <3 I don’t know what’s making you feel sad, and I do know that sometimes these things don’t help, but whatever it is, it will pass.

It might take some time, but it will pass, and you’ll feel better eventually. In the meantime, think of all the wonderful things in the world rather than the bad ones. There are so many good things out there, good people and good memories waiting to be made, and you’ll get to experience them one day<3 

And also, here’s some videos that might help make you smile:

Even if you still feel down, I hope it passes soon for you <3))

WIP kumari?(people respect him as living god or somethin.. don’t have to kumari I just got insperation from it and it’ not right Im rly sorry nephal)zenyatta and robber genji

zenyatta can’t walk cuz his foot never touch a ground, and never go out of the temple, and he got some.. future vision?
and he looks hard to find his gender and how old he is and looks lil’ bit sad
actually he know it’s a pseudo religion
(you know, a start was good but it goes wrong way faith?)
he has a wonder of outside world but can’t tell anyone
oneday the robber genji trying to steal some gold stuff from the his temple and he find a real gold…
and he crushed, and kidnap zenyatta
he was scared but he realize It’s only way to go outside world so he let him do his job


It was so good when it in my head tho…