violence is fun

  • Kuroko: Violence solves nothing, Akashi-kun!
  • Akashi: But it's fun?
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(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ Happy birthday, Deborah Ann Woll! (b. 7 february 1985)

When I was growing up I was in love with the classics. I read the entire Shakespeare canon by the time I was 12. I loved it! Everyone else thought it was boring or dry. To me, it’s about sex and violence and all the great, fun stuff. I think if I have a legacy that I want to leave it would be trying to introduce that material to a modern audience in a way so they could see it the way I do.

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I watched the video Richard Spencer put out after he was punched, so you don’t have to! Top take-aways:

What he thinks the alt-right fash need to take on board:

  • The alt-right need to “get serious” about being targeted with physical violence - “it’s not fun and games any more”, it’s a “civil war”.
  • The alt-right are “not going to convince these people”.
  • The alt-right need to “get serious about security” - in the literal physical muscle sense, to protect their “public movement”.

What we can learn from his reaction:

  1. Know your fash. The whole fracas started because an old woman noticed him, started yelling, and drew a crowd for support.
  2. Hit and run. The attacker went in, hit him, and got out - and blended back into the crowd. Don’t be macho - in his words, be “cowardly” = stay safe.
  3. Strength in numbers. When anti-fash descended on him, spitting and shouting, he fucking legged it. Remember to watch out for paid security around big name fash.
  4. Solidarity works. Liberals not turning against militant anti-fash scares the alt-right. Let’s stick together on this.
"A Message to Trump-supporters on Facebook" via DailyKos

Posted without comment.

“If you’ve ever posted anything remotely racist or misogynistic or promoted gun violence or made fun of political correctness or promulgated lies about President Obama or former Secretary of State Clinton, then I blocked your news feed long ago.

I am one of those “elite liberals” that you got back at when you voted for Donald Trump.

Yes, I think that a person who is running for President should be able to clearly explain his or her policies. And should actually have some policies. And know how the government works. And care how the government works.

And have a working knowledge of world geography and foreign policy.

I think that the person who runs the most powerful country on the planet should take that job very fucking seriously.

I think that “supporting our military” should mean that we do not send our brave young men and women to needless and endless wars. Do you realize that we’ve been in Afghanistan for 16 years now? And for what?

I think that our country has an imperialistic foreign policy and that often times we reap what we sow. I think that the architects of the Iraq War (Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, Rice) committed war crimes and have the blood of all of our slain and maimed soldiers and innocent civilians on their hands.

I think that Guantanamo Bay is a bloody stain on our national character.

That “People kill people, guns don’t kill people” line is most backassward bullshit that I’ve ever heard. People with guns kill people. And not everyone should have a gun. And certainly not an arsenal. And no I am not naïve enough to think that restrictions on gun access will prevent all violent gun deaths. But for fuck’s sake, can we start somewhere?

I think that words matter. Perhaps you were happier in a world where kids were called “retards” and some boys were called “faggots,” but I would rather live in a civilized and polite world.

Maybe you will blast “Merry Christmas” as loud as you can, but I will keep saying “Happy Holidays,” because that is more inclusive. As in not purposefully leaving anyone out. As in being kind. As in just fucking acknowledging that your reality is not everyone’s reality. And that by acknowledging someone else’s reality, that yours is not in jeopardy. What are you all afraid of anyway? Is a mass of Muslim immigrants going to take your Christmas away?

I’m more afraid of the mass of Christians that are trying to teach kids in Texas that creationism is real.

I think that those of you who put “Blue Lives Matter” signs on your lawn ought to be ashamed of yourselves for thinking for one minute that there is no racism in this country and that young black men being gunned down in the street by police is not a problem.

And for those of you who were worried that life as we knew it was coming to an end when Bernie Sanders suggested universal health care and free college education, look to yourselves first. Guess what? Those state universities that you send your kids to? They are subsidized by taxpayers. Why do you think they are so much cheaper that private colleges? That is SOCIALISM!

Are your parents on Medicare? SOCIALISM!

Do your parents collect Social Security? SOCIALISM!

Do your police officers, firefighters, prison guards have benefits and a pension? SOCIALISM!

Why is it that when it benefits you, it’s not socialism?

I think that everyone, from birth to death, should have access to basic health care.That means I believe in a single payer system. I think that the wealthiest country in the history of the world can afford this.

The Affordable Care Act, the compromise between leaving 20 million people with no care and a single payer plan, is flawed, but it is morally bereft to overturn it. Those members of the House who voted to repeal it so many times should have been spending that time coming up with a better system.

And do any of you understand corporate welfare? Here’s an example: You shop at Walmart because it’s cheap. Walmart is the biggest employer in the country. It does not pay its employees enough for them to live on. So some of them go on welfare. And many of them have to use the Affordable Care Act to get health insurance. Who funds welfare? Taxpayers. Who funds the ACA? Taxpayers.

So Walmart makes a huge profit but doesn’t pay its employees a living wage so taxpayers pay to support them. Still want to buy your goods at Walmart?

And yes, there should be a minimum wage that is livable. How could you be against that?

So yes, I’m an elite liberal. I buy organic foods when I can because I know that pesticides are harmful to the earth and I care about preserving the planet for the next generation. I think that clean water and clean air is worth preserving and that there have to be strong laws to protect them. I recycle. I reuse plastic bags because the thought of all of the plastic trash I’ve personally created in my 55 years on earth makes me sick. I try to use polite and inclusive language because I care about others. I don’t believe in war. I believe we should do everything we can to prevent violence. I believe that health care is a basic human right. And that women’s rights are human rights.

I even listen to NPR.

I thought George Bush was a really horrible president.

But, you really got me this time.

You elected Trump. Look up the DSM-IV criteria for Narcisistic Personality Disorder and you will find that he meets all the criteria. Look up the criteria for ADD as well and you have your man. He does not read about issues because he lacks the attention span. He speaks at a third grade level.

He brags about his crimes against women. He founded the fake Trump University. He has innumerable conflicts of interest. He is so overwhelmed he has to have his kids help him.

His education secretary nominee doesn’t believe in public education. The EPA nominee has sued the EPA before. His VP believes that gays should have conversion therapy. The Labor Secretary nominee is anti-labor. The nominee for Ambassador to Israel has views which are guaranteed to inflame the situation in the Middle East. And who knows who he’ll nominate to the Supreme Court. He is the President Elect of the FUCKING UNITED STATES OF AMERICA but he is watching Saturday Night Live and tweeting about it.

HE DOESN’T KNOW ANYTHING.

In what way could the pussy-grabbing President elect with untreated ADD and a personality disorder who tells more lies than any politician in modern history possibly make this country better? Yes, hatred and stupidity reign, thanks to you.

Good job. You showed me this time”

of witches, wardrobes and wallowing: a tfc fic

title: never half-hearted, always hesitant
pairing: andreil
word count:  12068
summary: 

In which Neil strikes a deal with a witch: complete obscurity in his past, present and future, for the small price of his soulmate.

Now if only he could find his soulmate.

dedicated to @wonwuo for the @aftgexchange! the prompt got a bit out of hand (it was really fun, I can’t be blamed), and it’s not very winter-y, but I hope you enjoy!

When I was growing up I was in love with the classics. I read the entire Shakespeare canon by the time I was 12. I loved it!  Everyone else thought it was boring or dry. To me, it’s about sex and violence and all the great, fun stuff. I think if I have a legacy that I want to leave it would be trying to introduce that material to a modern audience in a way so they could see it the way I do.

anonymous asked:

Could you make a javid fic that's not modern au about them being in secret , fluff or jack getting caught and jack watching Snyder and the cops beating up him(still happy ending :) I love your special needs headcqnons and anxiety it makes me feel okay about myself that a character that I like has it

I decided to go with fluff, rather than Snyder and people getting beat up.

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“What I’m trying to say, is you tell one person, just one, and they got something they can use against you whenever they pleases.”

David and Jack were out on the fire escape, which was spacious enough standing, but grew cramped as soon as you tried to sit. That was alright enough, as far as David was concerned. The wind was getting so chilly that even his jacket and scarf weren’t enough to keep it out, but being shoulder to shoulder and knee to knee with Jack created its own kind of warmth.

“And you’re goin’ somewhere, right? That’s what education does. It makes you go somewhere. So, you’re goin’ somewhere, and maybe you don’t want this following you.”

Jack made a sweeping gesture, which David only caught out of the corner of his eye, because he’d been staring out into the distance as Jack spoke.

“I don’t care,” David said. He turned to Jack, who made a scoffing sound.

“Figures.” The word didn’t sound unaffectionate. “You like math problems, right?”

“I’m indifferent.”

“Me too, but…”

Jack’s hand was temptingly close to David’s own. David reached for it. Cold fingers against cold fingers, but it was worth a lot. Just being able to listen to everything that Jack was saying without feeling a pang of panic meant that it was worth a lot. David had panicked over far less crucial things, after all. Sometimes he’d made himself almost sick with worry over homework that he couldn’t bring himself to start until the last minute, or boys at school who had rolled their eyes at him. One time he’d accidentally walked into the wrong classroom during the wrong period, and lost sleep in the contemplation of what a disaster he was.

“Anyway,” David took a deep breath, “I’ve already told Sarah, and Mush and Blink have known for longer than you have.”

“I might have mentioned something to Racetrack. Also, Swifty.”

“Are you even friends with Swifty? Close friends, I mean. More so than with anybody else.”

“Felt like it at the time.”

“Did he say something?” Somewhere in the pit of his stomach, David found just a little of that unease which he supposed he should have been feeling from the first time he leaned in to kiss Jack.

“Just smiled and congratulated me. That’s Swifty for you.”

“Right.” David didn’t know Swifty well, but he guessed that Swifty was just another person, and that was fine, except for Jack’s math problem. Even without hearing it, David could guess what it was. If Swifty was one person, and he told two people, then those two people each told two people and so on and so forth… Well, eventually things were bound to go sour, unless of course they didn’t.

“I’m not worried,” David said, even though not worrying was in itself worrying, or maybe it was wonderful. David couldn’t tell. He’d never liked the feeling that came with knowing exactly which emotion was proper for a given situation, and being afflicted with something that was entirely the opposite. “Maybe I’ve gone to far to worry,” he tried to explain.

“Might not mean much coming from me,” Jack said. “But try not to be careless, alright? That’s all I was trying to tell you.”

Violence against others is not a joke, or a game.

People who treat violence against others as a fun way to spend their weekend are absolutely, astonishingly unsafe.

Please stay as far away from them as possible.

To Be A Good Person

Summary:  To escape her dream bubble, Mabel must come face to face with her greatest fear.  

A/N: For @paperweight-jellyfish​ in the GF Secret Santa 2016, who wanted either Mabel + Bipper, or Mabel’s bubble from Weirdmageddon.  WELL I was indecisive, so I combined the two (as well as my existing Feelings about the Bipper page in the Journal 3.  You know the one.

Warnings:  a lot of hurt and some (but not nearly enough comfort), referenced and implied violence, NOT A FUN HOLIDAY FIC

Thank you to @stariousfalls (and various others) for organizing this whole thing!

[AO3]


Dipper’s running for his life, with at least a few hundred horrifying abominations of nature chasing after him and Mabel’s dream world crashing down around him. All around him, the pastel-colored stuffed animals are morphing into dripping shadowy monsters with glowing eyes. Above him, the sunny cerulean sky has darkened into an ominous crimson red.

He feels the weight of the past few days with every running step he takes from the tight feeling in his chest to the burning in his legs. Because, he’s tired. Really tired. Dipper doesn’t remember when he last slept or really ate or just - sat down and took a breath.

How could he? With Great-Uncle Ford captured, with the journals and all hopes of beating Bill burned to ashes, with, with Mabel gone -

But his sister is here now, her hand clenched warm and solid around his own. And now he knows, knows that despite the monsters, despite Bill, despite everything that had happened since Weirdmageddon started -

- they’re going to win.

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THIS IS TOO MUCH. 

THE ENTIRE PAGE IS DRENCHED WITH FAI. 

FAI LOUDLY ANNOUNCING THAT THEY’RE HOME DESPITE THE FACT THAT KUROGANE IS IN TEH SAME ROOM AND ALREADY STARING RIGHT AT THEM. 

FAI DELIBERATELY PATRONISING KUROGANE IN A WAY HE KNOWS WILL BE INSTANTLY EFFECTIVE. AND IT IS. 

FAI HAPPILY CROUCHING NEXT TO KUROGANE IN A PANEL THAT IS FAR TOO COMFORTABLE AND DOMESTIC FOR ME TO HANDLE.

FAI EAGERLY EXPLAINING THINGS WITH COMPLICATED HAND MOTIONS THAT MAKE NO SENSE TO THE POINT WHERE KUROGANE HAS TO BLUNTLY ASK SYAORAN TO TRANSLATE. 

FAI, FAKE DEVASTATED, WATCHING FROM A DISTANCE. 

OH NO WAIT IT GETS EVEN BETTER.

FAI PRETENDING TO BURST INTO TEARS BECAUSE KUROGANE ISN’T PAYING HIM ANY ATTENTION. 

I WAS NOT PREPARED. 

FAI IS KING OF THE TROLLS. 

And Kurogane plays his part perfectly, even if Mokona - SWEET DARLING MOKONA - falls for it and rushes to comfort Fai in his sadness. 

IT’S TOO MUCH.

My review of Ari Bach’s, mod of the blog @facts-i-just-made-up, book series.

1. Valhalla

-Good book with plentiful violence, many deaths, very fun humor. The tech was well thought out, as were the politics, character motives, and so on. I took an immediate liking to Violet, as well as to the other characters. Favourites of mine included Varg, Balder, and Dr. Niide, as well as the walrus that committed murder. Because they’re all great characters.

2. Ragnarok

-The end of this one pissed me off but I should have been expecting in retrospect because come on did I even look at the title of the book???? Like come on?? It should have been obvious that shit was gonna go down like that but nooo, I was too naive and trusting. Favourite moment in this book was the online fight between a fox and a crab. It’s way more epic than it sounds I swear. 

3. Gudriski 

-What the fuck, dude. I mean it was well-written and shit and I liked it but if you thought Ragnarok was depraved and violent… hoo boy. Seriously dude what the actual fuck

People are already complaining about how Harley being an accomplice to Jason’s death is out of character and it’s annoying af because does no one remember what she helped do to Tim Drake!?

DUNNO ‘BOUT YOU BUT SHE SEEMED PRETTY FINE WITH IT TO ME

Even if she expresses regret about what she did to Jason in future dceu content it wasn’t out of character for her to do something like that. Don’t forget Harley Quinn is mentally unstable and lives in a state of mind where violence is “fun”. Just because she can form connections and sympathize with people (mostly other villains) doesn’t mean she’s gunna feel the same empathy with everyone else, especially people in the batfam who are responsible for ruining her “fun”.