violence is always the answer

Violence, Abusers, and Protest

My grandfather was a generally peaceful man. He was a gardener, an EMT, a town selectman, and an all around fantastic person. He would give a friend - or a stranger - the shirt off his back if someone needed it. He also taught me some of the most important lessons I ever learned about violence, and why it needs to exist.


When I was five, my grandfather and grandmother discovered that my rear end and lower back were covered in purple striped bruises and wheals. They asked me why, and I told them that Tom, who was at that time my stepfather, had punished me. I don’t remember what he was punishing me for, but I remember the looks on their faces. 

When my mother and stepfather arrived, my grandmother took my mother into the other room. Then my grandfather took my stepfather into the hallway. He was out of my eye line, but I saw through the crack in the door on the hinge side. He slammed my stepfather against the wall so hard that the sheet rock buckled, and told him in low terms that if he ever touched me again they would never find his body. 

I absolutely believed that he would kill my stepfather, and I also believed that someone in the world thought my safety was worth killing for. 

In the next few years, he gave me a few important tips and pointers for dealing with abusers and bullies. He taught me that if someone is bringing violence to you, give it back to them as harshly as you can so they know that the only response they get is pain. He taught me that guns are used as scare tactics, and if you aren’t willing to accept responsibility for mortally wounding someone, you should never own one. He told me that if I ever had a gun aimed at me, I should accept the possibility of being shot and rush the person, or run away in a zig-zag so they couldn’t pick me off. He taught me how to break someone’s knee, how to hold a knife, and how to tell if someone is holding a gun with intent to kill. He was absolutely right, and he was one of the most peaceful people I’ve ever met. He was never, to my knowledge, violent with anyone who didn’t threaten him or his family. Even those who had, he gave chances to, like my first stepfather. 

When I was fourteen, a friend of mine was stalked by a mutual acquaintance. I was by far younger than anyone else in the social crowd; he was in his mid twenties, and the object of his “affection” was as well. Years before we had a term for “Nice Guy” bullshit, he did it all. He showed up at her house, he noted her comings and goings, he observed who she spent time with, and claimed that her niceness toward him was a sign that they were actually in a relationship.

This came to a head at a LARP event at the old NERO Ware site. He had been following her around, and felt that I was responsible for increased pressure from our mutual friends to leave her alone. He confronted me, her, and a handful of other friends in a private room and demanded that we stop saying nasty things about him. Two of our mutual friends countered and demanded that he leave the woman he was stalking alone. 

Stalker-man threw a punch. Now, he said in the aftermath that he was aiming for the man who had confronted him, but he was looking at me when he did it. He had identified me as the agent of his problems and the person who had “turned everyone against him.” His eyes were on mine when the punch landed. He hit me hard enough to knock me clean off my feet and I slammed my head into a steel bedpost on the way down.

When I shook off the stunned confusion, I saw that two of our friends had tackled him. I learned that one had immediately grabbed him, and the other had rabbit-punched him in the face. I had a black eye around one eyebrow and inner socket, and he was bleeding from his lip. 

At that time in my life, unbeknownst to anyone in the room, I was struggling with the fact that I had been molested repeatedly by someone who my mother had recently broken up with. He was gone, but I felt conflicted and worthless and in pain. I was still struggling, but I knew in that moment that I had a friend in the world who rabbit-punched a man for hitting me, and I felt a little more whole.

Later that year, I was bullied by a girl in my school. She took special joy in tormenting me during class, in attacking me in the hallways, in spreading lies and asserting things about me that were made up. She began following me to my locker, and while I watched the clock tick down, she would wait for me to open it and try to slam my hand in it. She succeeded a few times. I attempted to talk to counselors and teachers. No one did anything. Talking to them made it worse, since they turned and talked to her and she called me a “tattle” for doing it. I followed the system, and it didn’t work. 

I remembered my friend socking someone in the face when he hit me. I recalled what my grandfather had taught me, and decided that the next time she tried, I would make sure it was the last. I slammed the door into her face, then shut her head in the base of my locker, warping the aluminum so badly that my locker no longer worked. She never bothered me again. 

Violence is always a potential answer to a problem. I believe it should be a last answer - everything my grandfather taught me before his death last year had focused on that. He hadn’t built a bully or taught me to seek out violence; he taught me how to respond to it.

I’ve heard a lot of people talk recently about how, after the recent Nazi-punching incident, we are in more danger because they will escalate. That we will now see more violence and be under more threat because of it. I reject that. We are already under threat. We are already being attacked. We are being stripped of our rights, we are seeing our loved ones and our family reduced to “barely human” or equated with monsters because they are different. 

To say that we are at more risk now than we were before a Nazi got punched in the face is to claim that abusers only hurt you if you fight back. Nazis didn’t need a reason to want to hurt people whom they have already called inhuman, base, monsters, thugs, retards, worthless, damaging to the gene pool, and worthy only of being removed from the world. They were already on board. The only difference that comes from fighting back is the intimate knowledge that we will not put up with their shit.

And I’m just fine with that.

Flowers And Ribbon

Originally posted by whenimaunicorn

Ivar x Reader


Ivar thought you were an oddity. Not in the sense that you were odd but he always thought you were rather out of place in Kattegat. You reminded him of a flower he could crush between his fingers if he pressed to hard. When people spoke of you they mentioned your kind gentleness, carelessness and blissful ignorance seemed to radiate from you while other would say you had nothing in your head beyond tales of the Gods and misguided advice given to you by Floki.

But for Ivar there was something else. Buried deep under the wondered thoughts of how soft your skin would be to touch or how many ways you would allow him to touch you was a swirl of feelings that would chase away any angry thought when he saw you. Many times, he would ask Floki why the Gods had created something so innocent and delicate in their world of blood and violence but Floki always had the same answer, that perhaps you were a reminder that there was more to the world than what Ivar assumed, the answer would never satisfy Ivar but it was the only one Floki ever gave.

“So, is she yours?” Ragnar asked Ivar who jumped, having been so caught up in watching you he hadn’t noticed his father.

“No, she is not anyone’s.” Ivar said as he watched you weave yourself a crown of flowers before plonking it on the head of your horse.

“Then why do you sit here and watch her, you want her then she should be yours.” Ragnar advice but Ivar shook his head.

“I am not right for her, what if I lost my temper and hurt her hmm?” Ivar snapped and Ragnar shrugged as he leant back on his elbows.

“She’d forgive you.” The older man sighed out.

“She should not forgive anyone who does her harm.” Ivar said as he watched you hurry through the long grass in the direction of Floki’s home.

 

“Ivar?” The sweet sound of his name had the boy forgetting how to function, simply dropping his tools and turning to look at you in the doorway as he waited for reason to enter his mind.


“Yes.” He said when you stood awkwardly as you waited for him to acknowledge you.

“I have this but it is broken and Ragnar said I should has if you could fix it. You held out your hands and placed a slight ring in his hands. Your hands brushed against his, making him blush a little at the soft feeling beneath his worked fingers.

“I will try but it may take a little while, I am used to making weapons.” Ivar stuttered as you smiled at him.

“Thank you, Ivar.” You hummed and skipped from his little workshop and vanished from sight.

Ivar didn’t leave the workshop for days, only stopping to speak with Floki or Ragnar and on occasion Helga when she demanded he eat the food she set before him.

“So, you have not been preparing but in fact, fixing a gift for the girl that is not yours?” Ragnar teased his son who finally finished the ring and set about making weapons, ignoring the older man as he worked. “I would give it back to her before we leave, might be the last time you see her.”

 

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lil roadhog things

  • snorting + snuffling in the little piggy highlight intro
  • the way his belly expands during take a breather
  • the neck crack on the title screen/hero select screen
  • sitting
  • sitting with zenyatta
  • sitting with lucio
  • sitting with hanzo
  • sitting with genji
  • sitting with junkrat
  • sitting on the victory screen
  • the character development of “you hook ‘em, and i’ll cook ‘em” “shut up” to “i’ll hook ‘em” “and i’ll cook ‘em”
  • heavy breathing
  • every time he laughs about anything ever
  • the way he says “whole hog”
  • mercy automatically during setup: “must violence always be the solution?” roadhog voice line: “violence is usually the answer”
  • hooking bastion in turret form
  • hooking genji
  • hooking pharah during her ult
  • hooking mcree during his ult
  • hooking anyone into the abyss (bonus for getting winston or d.va just after they’ve used up their jump/dash)
  • his belly
  • his mask
  • his voice
  • roadhog

anonymous asked:

What motto would the 2ps have?

Life Mottos

2P!America: “Eat pussy not animals”

2P!China: “Support your local drug dealer”

2P!England: “Treat yourself to cake anytime you like because it’s someone’s birthday somewhere

2P!France: “Do what the fuck keeps you happy”

2P!Russia: “Violence is never the answer, you idiots”

2P!Italy: “Always be the most intelligent person in the room”

2P!Germany: “If no one from the future comes to stop you from doing something then how bad of a decision can it really be”

2P!Japan: “Only owe your loyalty to those whom you never had to question theirs”

2P!Canada: “What doesn’t kill you fucks you up mentally”

2P!Romano: “Life’s too short to wear boring clothes”

2P!Austria: “Find a role model and then become them… but better”

2P!Prussia: “Never be afraid to live your life”

NCT as random text messages between 2 idiots

this is probably the dumbest idea i’ve ever had and it took forever but i had a good time eh-

(these texts are sent between me and admin Kisu)

~Admin Moo ((:


Taeil:

“why must you hurt me like this”

Originally posted by taesyong


Johnny:

“i think it’s called dwarf-sex”

Originally posted by openyoureyesfornct


Taeyong:

“i get no support around here smh”

Originally posted by neoculturedaily


Yuta:

“fight me”

“biTCh i will”

Originally posted by localbadgirl


Doyoung:

“OMG” “WHAT” “CHILD”

“CHILD” “BOY” “KID” “WHAT HAPPEN”

“MARKIPOOH”

“MORKY-MERK”

Originally posted by nakamotens


Ten:

“It’s like 96% memes” + “r u a shy tomato?”

Originally posted by vertzuki


Jaehyun:

“I choked so hard my name changed to Juan Carlos” (this is actually me every time i see a picture of jaehyun *cough cough*)

Originally posted by jyofanclub


Winwin:

*sends picture of ice cream* 

“happiness in a jar :))”

Originally posted by chokemewinwin


Mark:

fuck i almost shat myself for a moment-”

Originally posted by neotechs


Renjun:

“VIOLENCE IS NOT ALWAYS THE ANSWER BUT THIS TIME IT IS”

Originally posted by haecha


Jeno:

“r u an aengel?”

Originally posted by nctinfo


Haechan:

“after this my place in hell will be confirmed” + “please dont hit me ily”

Originally posted by haenyan


Jaemin:

“IM SUFFERING ALRIGHT” (im sorry hes my son and i miss him omg-)

Originally posted by catweeen


Chenle:

“I have 340 memes on my phone”

Originally posted by kunxxxsol


Jisung:

“???…?!?…!”

Originally posted by bb-marklee


Y E S A N O N Y E S

  • Hanzo

  • Watching his daughter beat the shit out of her ex makes this man so happy
  • He has a big smile on his face the whole time
  • “Tighten your form up sweetie!”
  • “Good posture! Now strike with a hard jab to the ribs!”
  • After the whole ordeal he will ask her if she is okay?
  • Kissing her forehead and going on and on about how proud he is

Genji

  • He won’t agree what you are doing is necessarily the right thing to do unless it was out of self defense
  • No way in hell he is gonna stop you though
  • If things get a little to violent he might stop you
  • “Violence is not always the answer sweetie. Even if it is deserved” 
  • He will pull her aside and comfort you if needed
  • Followed by a long needed meditation session

Jack

  • He will stop you unfortunately
  • The last thing he needs is you in trouble for beating the shit out of somebody that deserved it. That’s his job
  • He will go up to your ex and definitely threaten him that if he doesn’t stay away from you he wont stop you next time
  • You can expect to get a HUUUUUUUUUUGE hug
  • A lot of him telling you how proud he is that you took initiative

Jesse

  • He watches happily
  • You really make him one proud papa
  • He will be tempted to let you break him but he might have to stop you before you literally kill him
  • Before he runs off McCree might brag about how amazing his daughter he is and how he really is missing out
  • Lots of hugs and kisses will follow
  • He is just so damn proud of you
X-Team Leadership Styles
  • Scott: Alright guys I have a plan, and when Logan inevitably messes up the plan, I have a backup plan accounting for that.
  • Ororo: Violence is not always the answer, but when it is, let's not be jerks about it, okay.
  • Logan: Alright guys I'm going to charge in there and I need you all to be my backup.
  • Lorna: This is my team, they are beautiful, and if you mess with them, I will fuck you up...hard.
  • Rogue: Now I know ya'll used to be enemies of the X-Men, but let's not let that get in way of teamwork.
Friendship? Pennywise x Reader

Pennywise x Reader

Requester: Anonymous

Prompt:  Pennywise imagine where Henry Bowers tries to harass the reader and then she runs away from him into the river under the kissing bridge. This causes Henry to throw a rock at her head.

The reader sits down in the water and stars bleeding out and eventually faints instantly in the river. When Henry runs away to leave the reader to die PW saves her. He also vows to kill or get back at Henry for doing that to her.

The reader also wonders why PW didn’t kill her and he explains why.

Thank you!

Warning: Minor bullying and very very minor sexual joke burn

Note: Idk enjoy :)!

Originally posted by sekix23

Originally posted by diablito666

School was over and now it was finally time for summer. You felt so relieved to go home and burn all your books and papers in the backyard after surviving freshman year from high school.

Now you had some power in high school, a small sliver but better then being a freshie. Constantly pushed around and expected to move out of the upperclassmen’s way or else.

You were just so glad summer was coming.

You rushed out the front steps and jumped over them before landing on the bottom. You looked around for your friends and smiled as you spot them. Only your smile faded when you saw that they were being pushed around by the Bowers gang.

Your smile turned into a deep hatred frown and you dropped your bag on the grass before storming over. You were Bower’s age so you had to deal with them ever since you first came to school.

Nearly every week your parents were called to school because you had gotten into a fight with them. Your mother would scold you and your father would just shake his head and remind you that violence isn’t all ways the answer.

You always won every time though. ;)! 

“Hey!” You shouted.

You ripped Henry off of Bill and shoved him into his gang making them all fall down onto the grass.

“Get the hell away from my friends!” You yelled.

Henry growled noticing it was you and stood up, “Well well, if it isn’t (Name).” 

"Leave now well you still have your dick Bowers.” You insulted.

“Teh. So you can use it for later?”

“No, to shove it up your ugly ass.”

(Richie of course had to add in a “OOOOOOOOOOH” in the background)

Henry growled and attempted to punch you but you moved out of the way and grabbed his arm before twisting it behind his back making him lurch forward. You slammed your knee into the center of his back and he fell to the grass with you kneeling on him.

The losers club took several steps back knowing how bad this could get. 

“Say uncle!” You demanded twisting his arm harder.

“D-Don’t just stand there get this bitch off of me!” Henry ordered to his friends that were standing there terrified.

Victor tried to swing at you but you used your other leg to trip him but Belch a small able to shove you off. You were still were holding onto Henry’s arm so you were sure you had pulled on his arm hard enough to dislocate it. 

Especially with his loud cry of pain.

Students were watching in awe some chanting and grinning at the entertainment of seeing a girl beat up the school bully. You let go and Henry got up before tackling you into a trash can slamming your back into it hard making the hot Derry trash spill all over the ground.

He was holding the back of your head trying to press your face into the disgusting trash.

“Get the fuck off of me!” You kicked him right in the acorns as hard as you could and he cried out in pain his face turning a bright red.

You bit his lip to muffle the pain as he collapsed to his knees cradling his injury your friends and Richie especially winced. You got up and blew a lock of hair out of your view. 

 You walked around him and added, “Next time, DON’T mess with my friends.”

You walked over to where your backpack was before calmly walking back. Victor and Belch allowed you to walk through them and they ran to their friend who was red from anger.

“She’ll pay. That bitch will pay!” Henry growled watching as you walked away a winner. 

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anonymous asked:

You probably getting tons of messages. But when you have time can you speak about Clarke giving Roan the Flame? I mean she stood there thinking about it; Eliza acted that scene out so well! Even while she was offering it you can see she really didn't want to. Then the tear & the face of realizing what she just gave up. The "I loved her mom" Got me in the feels; but her giving him the Flame was just another a "god Clarke. why do yo suffer so much" moment for me.

honestly, i was touched by both scenes simply because clarke and lexa’s relationship was actually in the foreground in both interactions, which is something i felt was needed, because if the writers want clarke to move on they need to give her the moments in which she can face her own emotions and share them with someone else - thank you abby. damn if the scene with roan didn’t hurt me more though. everything clarke and lexa have been through in s3 was re-called in that moment and you felt their history in every single corner.

there is a great personal alchemy at play during the entire scene, because clarke’s goals, hopes, memories and priorities are also greatly tied to what she wanted to achieve with lexa, but ultimately couldn’t. the way she shares her experiences/knowledge helps her with her otherwise sentimental state and overall pain, because it is (as eliza said) not destructive, but constructive.

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It is important, now and always, to remember that violence is not the answer. From Rep. Giffords to Rep. Scalise, no politician should be attacked and no innocent bystander threatened because of a political cause or idealogy. My thoughts and support goes out to the victims of this and all violent crimes across the country.

ok so I know we all love the idea of the Amis being a collective parent figure for Gavroche, but they’re also still pretty young and don’t have the /seasoned wisdom/ that Gav needs

and that’s where Valjean comes in

when Gavroche gets into a fight at school because some kids were being homophobic, the Amis make sure he knows they’re proud of him for standing up to the bullies. Valjean, while still proud, gives him the stern talking to about how violence isn’t always the answer

when Gav goes on his first date, the Amis all help him prepare by picking out outfits and supplying him with flirting advice(that’s mostly Courfeyrac). Valjean gives him a speech about being courteous and respectful, then does the classic “make good choices, be home by 11, son” line while throwing him his car keys

when Gavroche is being a typical angsty teen, the Amis try their very best to cheer him up, but to little effect. It’s usually met with grunts of “You don’t understand!” and “Leave me alone!”. Valjean brings him out of the city, where he lets Gavroche release his anger in nature, safely away from other humans. Sometimes he’ll just stand in the middle of the forest and scream. Other times he’ll hurtle sticks, rocks, anything, into the lake while muttering and swearing under his breath. Once he’s cooled down, Valjean lets him vent, and then offers sage advice

the Amis are also understandably busy most of the time. Valjean, being the retired man he is, spends much of his time ‘mentoring’ Gavroche. He teaches him how to drive, how to tie a tie, how to cook, and basically everything his biological parents should have taught him, but never did

basically Gavroche is truly ‘the son he might have known, had God granted him a son’.