veteran guy

  • My Jewish friends: Trump is a Nazi
  • Especially my disabled Jewish friends: We are afraid for our lives.
  • Me, a disabled cishet white-passing guy and veteran who has studied Holocaust Literature: Trump's doctrine matches up with Hitler's point for point.
  • Muslims across America: We are afraid for our lives.
  • All of my non-white, non-straight, disabled, and non-cis friends: Trump's a Nazi, and his policies are terrifying.
  • ACTUAL HOLOCAUST SURVIVORS: Trump is another Hitler.
  • Trump: Announces the appointment of the author of the "papers please" law (which allowed AZ cops to stop anyone who wasn't white and demand to see proof of citizenship and jail them if they weren't carrying it) to his transition team, will get to appoint 3 or 4 SCOTUS Justices (with a rubber stamp Congress), who will determine for the next 30 to 50 years what is considered constitutional, has publicly stated women should be punished for having abortions, throws non-white people out of his speaking engagements, has stated that he wants to force Muslims to wear badges and carry special IDs, plans to round up millions of brown people "humanely" to "relocate" them (which is what the Nazis claimed they were doing with the Jews they rounded up), and on and on and on...
  • cishet white males: "Oh, that's just fear-mongering. You're just upset that your candidate didn't win. This isn't 1930s Germany, ha ha, grow up and stop with the name-calling."

anonymous asked:

Dude, your mafia au gives me life. Cured my depression, cleared my skin, watered my crops, the whole nine yards. So......when's the next part? 😋 I need my mafioso Lance fix my dude

This Is just a filler! I just want to get something out!

The sound of skin hitting another skin reverberated all over the room. Everyone was shocked for what just happened seconds ago.

Team Voltron more or less survived the ambush. Keith was bruised here and there but nothing that would be considered as something major. The Red Paladin just needed to disinfect his wounds and slap some bandages on it. Surprisingly, despite Khanda being an obvious veteran fighter the guy still managed not to leave deep wounds on Keith’s body. But the feeling like he was a prey being played at will never be forgotten. It was something…unnerving. Keith had been a Paladin for a total five years and it means that he faced multiple battles with blood thirsty enemies. So for all reasons, he should have managed to at least land numerous hits on Khanda. It seemed now that Keith knows where Lance got his long range battle skills, Khanda always managed to maintain at least a few meters distance between the two of them. All Keith did was to deflect and when he got close enough all he managed to do was to cut a few strands of Khanda’s hair. After that, Khanda disarmed him and said, with that sickening sweet voice, that they should go back to the mansion with a smile.

Pidge was literally roped around. It seems like her capturer was irritated at the Green Paladin for cutting a portion of her skirt so as a revenge she seized Pidge by using the Green Paladin’s own bayard and another sturdy rope. But even tied up, Pidge had a smug look at her face. Maybe she was satisfied of ruining the attire of her capturer.

Hunk was maybe the luckiest among them excluding Coran. He met one of the pacifist Salazar. But as they were walking towards the mansion, Hunk saw some poisonous plants that he could still recognized. When he asked about it the Salazar escorting him all said that she used it as her own preferred weapon.

Shiro and Allura were frazzled when the others saw them again. The both of them were escorted by two teenagers who kept giggling and saying that they would like to play again with the strong big sister and not so strong big brother.

Now what was the source of the noise that made everyone stood still on their own feet?

Well, after they were escorted to what seemed like a common room, three more people entered. One was Lance that was for sure, the other was a man that badly needs a sleep based from the bags under his eyes, the last one was a woman who was a few inches smaller than Lance but she still managed to fill the room with a commanding aura.

That very same woman walked towards Allura, smiled friendly at her which the Princess returned, and then slapped the Altean without a warning which stunned everyone.

“You…” a venomous tone escaped the woman. If Allura was not still in shock she would have probably already stood up from the sofa to defend herself, “…you dared kidnapped my Fratellino? For five whole years?”

“I’m…I’m not sure what you mean—!” the woman backhanded Allura on the other side of her cheek. It was a slapped for the second time.

Shiro looked around. On one side, all of them from the team Voltron with the exemption of Lance were all tensed. On the other side, the Salazar’s were all sitting comfortably on their own spots. What was more confusing was that Lance was just watching the scene like he was watching a soap opera judging by that Cheshire cat grin of his.

“My. Little. Brother. Lance. Salazar. Our. Fratellino.” Each word was accompanied by a jab of a finger straight to Allura’s chest. “Care to explain?”

“Falcata.” Shiro was about to stand up and help their Princess but he was stopped by a deep baritone voiced. The woman who slapped Allura shifted her eyes slightly to the right in order to look at the man who chose to lean on the wall, “Stop that, don’t abused our guests.”

“Abuse? Me?!” if Shiro was not focused to this Falcata person then he would have thought she said it in disbelief but he was staring at her and the crazed grin on her face says otherwise.

“Fratello is right, Falcata. At least let them say the side of their story. I can’t even believe you made me summarized everything that happened in five years for just two hours.” Lance was lying on the sofa in front of the other Paladins and his head as on top of Khanda’s lap. Said older Salazar was just happily combing Lance’s hair with his right hand.

“I can’t believe this!” Falcata turned around and addressed the Blue Paladin directly who was now starting to release a purr like tone when Khanda started using his nails. “For five years and the first thing you do was to take Halberd’s side?!”

“Correction, the first thing I did was to answer your demand to have my teammates attacked by your men. Then make a summarized report to you.”

“Oooohhhh…” Sickle, as Shiro have gathered earlier, leaned forward and seemed like expecting more for the situation at hand, “Sassy Hermano is back!”

“Sassy Fratello is back!” Spear repeated but using another language for brother.

Falcata puffed her cheeks before scoffing and crossing her arms in front of her chest, “Fine! Be like that!”

The others just laughed at her childish reaction while Halberd simply sighed.

“I believe introductions are now in order.”

Wait? What? Just like that? They were already going to dismiss the fact that that Falcata woman just slapped an alien Princess twice? Not just any Princess but the one who basically governs one of the strongest weapon the universe had ever seen? The Princess who was practically the commander of Lance, their brother?

“I’ll start, my name is Halberd Salazar. I’m the oldest child of Don Salazar.” Halberd straightened from his leaning position and looked at the Paladins that clearly says: I’d rather not be here at all but here we are.

“Hmp! Falcata Salazar, Second child of Don Salzar.” She already took her seat on one of the floral cushioned armchairs.

“Ciao~ I’m Khanda Salazar! Third child!” he blew a kiss towards the Paladins and made Keith scowl at this which in return made Lance snickered from amusement.

“Flyssa Salazar, fourth.” The woman who escorted Hunk uttered. Her voice was so soft as if she was not used speaking to such a large group. She was twisting her shoulder length blonde hair with her fingers and her blue eyes were darting everywhere. Her appearance had a lot of difference compared to the first three that introduced themselves. Her skin was much lighter also and it was a bit difficult to believe that they were all brothers and sisters.

“Well, you guys already know me but I am the fifth child!” Lance supplied from where he was lying.

“Mace. Sixth.” The woman hugging her knees next to Lance said but there was still a pout on her face. It seemed like she was still holding a grudge to Pidge for ruining her clothes. Now everyone could believe that she was Lance’s little sister. She almost appear as the female version of Lance.

“Kalis, seventh.” It was the man who lead them to the room. He was albino and his red eyes plus his stoic attitude was enough for the rest to stay away from him for a while. At least until they were not sure that they were not going to be attacked again. Shiro wondered how many bullets was wasted just to give them such welcoming.

“Ciao! I’m Sickle!” the teenage boy stood up and raised his right hand like he was answering in a class.

“Hola! I’m Spear!” he repeated the gesture of his brother and now the two of them were standing up.

Shiro has a feeling that they were partially not welcomed in this mansion.

Some info in this AU:


Shiro: he came from a family where majority of the members were related to investigations. Once or twice he heard the name of Salazar’s and it was always accompanied by a question if they were friend or foe of the government.

Flyssa: She was an illegitimate child of Don Salazar but the others still see her as their sister and not a brother. Because that was what Flyssa really feels and the others were ready to defend her.

Hunk: Lance kept babbling about different Mafia Families that he was lead to believe that his friend was just obsessed about the topic. Oh how wrong he was.

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Mafia AU: Lance Salazar (OCs mini guide)


I basically just had this conversation with some dickhead on FB

Dickhead: Fighting fascists is bad we have to respect other people’s opinions even if we don’t agree with them, because all violence is bad uwu

Me: My opinion is that you’re a dickhead and a moron


I haven’t laughed this hard in weeks.


Willie Mae “Big Mamma” Thornton (December 11, 1926-July 25, 1984) -was an American rhythm-and-blues singer and songwriter. She was the first to record Leiber and Stoller’sHound Dog”, in 1952,[1] which became her biggest hit, staying seven weeks at number one on the Billboard R&B chart in 1953[2] and selling almost two million copies.[3] However, her success was overshadowed three years later, when Elvis Presley recorded his more popular rendition of “Hound Dog”.[4] Similarly, Thornton’s “Ball ‘n’ Chain” (written in 1961 but not released until 1968) had a bigger impact when performed and recorded by Janis Joplin in the late 1960s.

Thornton’s performances were characterized by her deep, powerful voice and strong sense of self. She tapped into a liberated black feminist persona, through which she freed herself from many of the expectations of musical, lyrical, and physical practice for black women.[5] She was given her nickname, “Big Mama,” by Frank Schiffman, the manager of Harlem’s Apollo Theater, because of her strong voice, size, and personality. Thornton used her voice to its full potential, once stating that she was louder than any microphone and didn’t want a microphone to ever be as loud as she was. She was known for her strong voice.[6] Joplin’s biographer Alice Echols said that Thornton could sing in a “pretty voice” but did not want to. Thornton said, “My singing comes from my experience.…My own experience. I never had no one teach me nothin’. I never went to school for music or nothin’. I taught myself to sing and to blow harmonica and even to play drums by watchin’ other people! I can’t read music, but I know what I’m singing! I don’t sing like nobody but myself.”[7]

Her style was heavily influenced by gospel music, which she grew up listening to at the home of a preacher, though her genre could be described as blues.[5] Thornton was quoted in a 1980 article in the New York TImes: “when I was comin’ up, listening to Bessie Smith and all, they sung from their heart and soul and expressed themselves. That’s why when I do a song by Jimmy Reed or somebody, I have my own way of singing it. Because I don’t want to be Jimmy Reed, I want to be me. I like to put myself into whatever I’m doin’ so I can feel it”.[8]

Thornton was famous for her transgressive gender expression. She often dressed as a man in her performances, wearing work shirts and slacks. She did not care about the opinions of others and “was openly gay and performed risque songs unabashedly.”[9] Improvisation was a notable part of her performance. She often entered call-and-response exchanges with her band, inserting confident and subversive remarks. Her play with gender and sexuality set the stage for later rock-and-roll artists’ plays with sexuality.[5]

Scholars such as Maureen Mahon have praised Thornton for subverting traditional roles of African-American women.[5] She added a female voice to a field that was dominated by white males, and her strong personality transgressed stereotypes of what an African-American woman should be. This transgression was an integral part of her performance and stage persona.[10] Elvis Presley and Janis Joplin admired her unique style of singing and incorporated elements of it in their own work. Her vocal sound and style of delivery are key parts of her style and are recognizable in Presley’s and Joplin’s work.[7]

Thornton’s birth certificate states that she was born in Ariton, Alabama,[11] but in an interview with Chris Strachwitz she claimed Montgomery, Alabama, as her birthplace, probably because Montgomery was better known than Ariton.[12] She was introduced to music in a Baptist church, where her father was a minister and her mother a singer. She and her six siblings began to sing at early ages.[13] Her mother died young, and Willlie Mae left school and got a job washing and cleaning spittoons in a local tavern. In 1940 she left home and, with the help of Diamond Teeth Mary, joined Sammy Greens Hot Harlem Revue and was soon billed as the “New Bessie Smith”.[12] Her musical education started in the church but continued through her observation of the rhythm-and-blues singers Bessie Smith and Memphis Minnie, whom she deeply admired.[14]

Thornton’s career began to take off when she moved to Houston in 1948. “A new kind of popular blues was coming out of the clubs in Texas and Los Angeles, full of brass horns, jumpy rhythms, and wisecracking lyrics.”[15] She signed a recording contract with Peacock Records in 1951 and performed at the Apollo Theater in 1952. Also in 1952, she recorded “Hound Dog” while working with another Peacock artist, Johnny Otis. The songwriters, Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller,[4] were present at the recording, with Leiber demonstrating the song in the vocal style they had envisioned.[16][17] The record was produced by Leiber and Stoller. Otis played drums after the original drummer was unable to play an adequate part. It was the first recording produced by Leiber and Stoller. The record went to number one on the R&B chart.[18] The record made her a star, but she saw little of the profits.[19] On Christmas Day 1954 in a Houston, Texas theatre she witnessed fellow performer Johnny Ace, also signed to Duke and Peacock record labels, accidentally shoot and kill himself while playing with a .22 pistol.[8] Thornton continued to record for Peacock until 1957 and performed in R&B package tours with Junior Parker and Esther Phillips. Thornton originally recorded her song “Ball ‘n’ Chain” for Bay-Tone Records in the early 1960s, “and though the label chose not to release the song…they did hold on to the copyright—which meant that Thornton missed out on the publishing royalties when Janis Joplin recorded the song later in the decade.”[14] 

As her career began to fade in the late 1950s and early 1960s,[1] she left Houston and relocated to the San Francisco Bay area, “playing clubs in San Francisco and L.A. and recording for a succession of labels”,[14] notably the Berkeley-based Arhoolie Records. In 1965, she toured with the American Folk Blues Festival in Europe,[20] where her success was notable “because very few female blues singers at that time had ever enjoyed success across the Atlantic.”[21] While in England that year, she recorded her first album for Arhoolie, Big Mama Thornton – In Europe. It featured backing by blues veterans Buddy Guy (guitar), Fred Below (drums), Eddie Boyd (keyboards), Jimmy Lee Robinson (bass), and Walter “Shakey” Horton (harmonica), except for three songs on which Fred McDowell provided acoustic slide guitar.

In 1966, Thornton recorded her second album for Arhoolie, Big Mama Thornton with the Muddy Waters Blues Band – 1966, with Muddy Waters (guitar), Sammy Lawhorn (guitar), James Cotton (harmonica), Otis Spann (piano), Luther Johnson (bass guitar), and Francis Clay (drums). She performed at the Monterey Jazz Festival in 1966 and 1968. Her last album for Arhoolie, Ball n’ Chain, was released in 1968. It was made up of tracks from her two previous albums, plus her composition “Ball and Chain” and the standard “Wade in the Water”. A small combo including her frequent guitarist Edward “Bee” Houston provided backup for the two songs. Janis Joplin and Big Brother and the Holding Company’s performance of “Ball 'n’ Chain” at the Monterey Pop Festival in 1967 and the release of the song on their number one album Cheap Thrills renewed interest in Thornton’s career.[5]

By 1969, Thornton had signed with Mercury Records, which released her most successful album, Stronger Than Dirt, which reached number 198 in the Billboard Top 200 record chart. Thornton had now signed a contract with Pentagram Records and could finally fulfill one of her biggest dreams. A blues woman and the daughter of a preacher, Thornton loved the blues and what she called the “good singing” of gospel artists like the Dixie Hummingbirds and Mahalia Jackson. She had always wanted to record a gospel record, and with the album Saved (PE 10005), she achieved that longtime goal. The album includes the gospel classics “Oh, Happy Day,” “Down By The Riverside,” “Glory, Glory Hallelujah,” “He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands,” “Lord Save Me,” “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot,” “One More River” and “Go Down Moses”.[12]

By then the American blues revival had come to an end. While the original blues acts like Thornton mostly played smaller venues, younger people played their versions of blues in massive arenas for big money. Since the blues had seeped into other genres of music, the blues musician no longer needed impoverishment or geography for substantiation; the style was enough. While at home the offers became fewer and smaller, things changed for good in 1972, when Thornton was asked to rejoin the American Folk Blues Festival tour. She thought of Europe as a good place for her, and, with the lack of engagements in the United States, she agreed happily. The tour, beginning on March 2. brought Thornton to Germany, France, Switzerland, Austria, Italy, the Netherlands, Denmark, Norway, Finland, and Sweden, where it ended on March 27 in Stockholm. With her on the bill were Eddie Boyd, Big Joe Williams, Robert Pete Williams, T- Bone Walker, Paul Lenart, Hartley Severns, Edward Taylor and Vinton Johnson. As in 1965, they garnered recognition and respect from other musicians who wanted to see them.[12]

In the 1970s, years of heavy drinking began to damage Thornton’s health. She was in a serious auto accident but recovered to perform at the 1973 Newport Jazz Festival with Muddy Waters, B.B. King, and Eddie “Cleanhead” Vinson (a recording of this performance, The Blues—A Real Summit Meeting, was released by Buddha Records). Thornton’s last albums were Jail and Sassy Mama for Vanguard Records in 1975. Other songs from the recording session were released in 2000 on Big Mama Swings. Jail captured her performances during mid-1970s concerts at two prisons in the northwestern United States.[12] She was backed by a blues ensemble that featured sustained jams by George “Harmonica” Smith and included the guitarists Doug Macleod, Bee Houston and Steve Wachsman; the drummer Todd Nelson; the saxophonist Bill Potter; the bassist Bruce Sieverson; and the pianist J. D. Nicholson. She toured intensively through the United States and Canada, played at the Juneteenth Blues Fest in Houston and shared the bill with John Lee Hooker.[12] She performed at the San Francisco Blues Festival in 1979 and the Newport Jazz Festival in 1980. In the early 1970s, Thornton’s sexual proclivities became a question among blues fans.[15] Big Mama also performed in the “Blues Is a Woman” concert that year, alongside classic blues legend Sippie Wallace, sporting a man’s three-piece suit, straw hat, and gold watch. She sat at stage center and played pieces she wanted to play, which were not on the program.[22] Thornton took part in the Tribal Stomp at Monterey Fairgrounds, the Third Annual Sacramento Blues Festival, the Los Angeles Bicentennial Blues with BB King and Muddy Waters. She was a guest on an ABC-TV special hosted by the actor Hal Holbrook joined by Aretha Franklin and toured through the club scene. She was also part of the award-winning PBS television special Three Generations of the blues with Sippie Wallace and Jeannie Cheatham.[12]

Thornton was found dead at age 57 by medical personnel in a Los Angeles boarding house[23] on July 25, 1984. She died of heart and liver disorders due to her longstanding alcohol abuse. She had lost 255 pounds (116 kg) in a short time as a result of illness, her weight dropping from 350 to 95 pounds (159–43 kg).[14]

Literature: Spörke, Michael: Big Mama Thornton - The Life And Music. Jefferson: McFarland, 2014. ISBN 978-0-7864-7759-3 

During her career, Thornton was nominated for the Blues Music Awards six times.[5] In 1984, she was inducted into the Blues Hall of Fame. In addition to “Ball 'n’ Chain” and “They Call Me Big Mama,” Thornton wrote twenty other blues songs. Her “Ball 'n’ Chain” is included in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame list of the “500 Songs That Shaped Rock and Roll”.[18]

It wasn’t until Janis Joplin covered Thornton’s “Ball 'n’ Chain” that it became a huge hit. Thornton did not receive compensation for her song, but Joplin gave her the recognition she deserved by having Thornton open for her. Joplin found her singing voice through Thornton, who praised Joplin’s version of “Ball 'n’ Chain”, saying, “That girl feels like I do.”[24]

Thornton subsequently received greater recognition for her popular songs, but she is still underappreciated for her influence on the blues and soul music.[25] Thornton’s music was also influential in shaping American popular music. The lack of appreciation she received for “Hound Dog” and “Ball 'n’ Chain” as they became popular hits is representative of the lack of recognition she received during her career as a whole.[26]

Many critics argue that Thornton’s lack of recognition in the music industry is a reflection of an era of racial segregation in the United States, both physically and in the music industry.[5][26] Scholars suggest that Thornton’s lack of access to broader audiences (both white and black), may have been a barrier to her commercial success as both a vocalist and a composer.[5][26]

The first full-length biography of Thornton, Big Mama Thornton: The Life and Music, by Michael Spörke, was published in 2014.[12]

In 2004, the nonprofit Willie Mae Rock Camp for Girls, named for Thornton, was founded to offer a musical education to girls from ages eight to eighteen.[5]


shout out to really good teammates

and people who are being patient and understanding with us newbies when we’re trying out this game!  i promise we’re not trying to slow you down or do stupid stuff on purpose; we’re new and some of us are a bit jittery.  just know we appreciate any help and tips we get and thanks for having a great attitude about welcoming new players  <3


@milesaaronmckenna mentioned on his instagram that he wanted more tattoos and liked monsters and masks so,, i made this????

do NOT use without my (AND miles’) permission!!!!!


the best part of this exchange was not the tortured familiarity in north’s voice, or even york wheezing at his own joke like an obnoxious dad- it’s the fact that wash has never heard this story before and north has heard it a thousand times

RIP Bonesy

I just lost an old friend. He was a veteran and a great guy. He had charm, wit and an indefatigable sense of justice.

We shared political ideologies and often bounced complaints off each other throughout this past election. He challenged ideas with such energy that it kept the best ones sharp. I’m better for it. He gave me advice when I joined the military. He was approachable and talked to me when I didn’t have any friends yet in the BwB.

We shared a huge, international group of loving friends. We share a dedication in a Dance with Dragons. You represented a huge part of my life. You were my friend and now you’re gone.

I know no one here knows this person and I don’t care, I just have to put these words somewhere, they don’t fit in my heart


i played close to 500 games in the NHL so I know what to expect in an 82 game season and the ups and downs that come with it. Things don’t always go well and things don’t always go perfect and there’s a lot of young guys on this team and it’s up to the veteran guys to help them through that. 

You need to be there for one another, whether away from the rink or at the rink, whatever guys are going through you always gotta stick together and be a family. Make sure that they’re feeling good about their game and feeling good about being on the ice.

Matt Martin appreciation life –> 3/∞

anonymous asked:

since you are one of the "Veteran" Undertale fandom guy , do you ever miss some other undertale fandom guy that now just stoped being active?

hmmmm i wouldnt say im “Fandom guy” uwu im just a regular fandom person lmao if that makes sense.

since this might be a long post ill just answer under the cut.

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Lots of tears for the final curtain call, not the least of which was Takano Akira.  

Rock Musical Bleach 2016 is his very first stage production, moreover he stars in the leading role!  He did a marvelous job as the new Kurosaki Ichigo.  He was 18 when they started rehearsals, 19 by the time the shows wrapped up, and a phenomenal addition to the Burimyu family.

Grandpa's revenge: Why doesn’t my Chevy Nova get 30 MPG anymore?!

(warning: long story)

This tale is from my grandfather, who was in his early 40’s in the 1970’s during the big gas crunch.

He was an upper-mid level employee at a fuel-service station. The way he tells it he wasn’t management but just a veteran employee.

So a new guy gets hired, we’ll call him Jason because I’ve never met a Jason I liked, who immediately claims to know how to do everything. He tells grandpa on day one that he already knows how to do everything. Jason mostly ignores grandpa’s training/orientation and claims to have a better, faster, or more efficient way to do everything. After two weeks of being on the job Jason offers to train the other guys—guys who have been working there for years—for only a pay raise. Management declines his offer. Jason manages to piss everybody off right quick.

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